Archive | November, 2016

Saturday:) Sitting Around Sipping Some Beer

20 Nov

Someone is sitting in the shade today because someone planted a tree a long time ago. Warren Buffett************

My Saturdays can be crazy busy or crazy lazy. Today was a crazy lazy day. Of course, I still had to get my daily walks in, but that doesn’t count. Then there’s the crazy weather. Just a few days ago it was in the 80’s, and today it was pretty chilly.

I went for a walk around noon. I walked for about half an hour, then all of a sudden, I started feeling queasy. I was about two blocks from home when I seriously thought to myself, “If I have to puke, do I lean over and spew on a neighbor’s lawn or do I try to  make it to the street curb?” Silly, right? Fortunately, I didn’t have to make that decision. I made it home, drank a glass of ice water, and took a short nap. All better! I think it was just running around on an empty stomach. 

Because I had cut my first walk short, I ventured out for another walk before sunset. I managed to get several blocks in before passing the open garage door with Mr. Larry and Miss Sandy sitting, waiting for me. “Well, there she is!” I heard from the garage. I made my way up the drive way, said my hello, then opened the fridge, grabbed a beer, and plopped in the third chair that is always there waiting for me. Their big ol’ dog, Wolf, was happy to see me too. We sat and chatted until almost dark. 

You know what life is all about? It’s not about being rich or driving fancy cars or big expexpensive houses. It’s about friends and family and enjoying the simple things. It’s all about strolling up  your neighbor’s driveway and helping yourself to a beer. It’s about small talk in a cluttered garage, just watching the world go by in slow motion. It’s about people smiling when they see you, and knowing that you can make people smile.

Friday:)Fun and Fulmination at the DMV 

19 Nov

“I personally believe we developed language because of our deep inner need to complain.” 

― Jane Wagner


My Friday was a day filled with fulmination, frustration, with a side order of french fries. Not really. I didn’t have any fries, but you know me and alliteration.

For those of you unfamiliar with the word “fulmination,” I like to use my two dollar words every now and then just to impress you. Definition below…





plural noun: fulminations

an expression of vehement protest.

“the fulminations of media moralists”

synonyms: protest, objection, complaint, rant, tirade, diatribe, harangue, invective, railing, obloquy; More

a violent explosion or a flash like lightning.

synonyms: protest, objection, complaint, rant, tirade, diatribe, harangue, invective, railing, obloquy; More


I received my driver’s license renewal notice in the mail yesterday, so I decided to take care of that before all the holiday hub-bub. I had to go in person this time and couldn’t renew online. A leisurely morning  was followed by a cooler breezy walk. (So much for the warm weather.) I grabbed my passport, social security card, etc., and off I went to the DMV.

 Well, to start my fulmination, I thought I new where the DMV was off of Highway 5, and must have driven right past it. I pulled over and typed the address into my map app on my phone. It was just a few blocks away. How’d I miss it? (Directionally challenged)

When I arrived, the lines didn’t look too bad, so I took a seat and chatted with lady 132 next to me. I was number 131. Small world. She grew up in Elgin. The same town where my mom and sister live. About twenty minutes later and interesting conversation with number 132, my number was called. I had all my paperwork filled out, and the lady said, “Step over to the middle machine.” Well, there were other machines, so I asked which one, and she repeated, “The one in the middle.” You’d think she could point…but noooooo! Right there she should have known I was trouble. 

That dumb viewer thingy gave me a hard time ten years ago, and it did it again. When the lady asked me to press my head down and read row five, I couldn’t make out the first series of numbers. They were all blurry. I told her that, and said I could read the other lines in the middle and right just fine, but not the left ones in the first row. She asked if I wore glasses, and I said just for reading small print. Duh! I tried my glasses. I still couldn’t make out the first group. Then, she told me to step back over and get my picture taken. I feigned a smile, paid my $25 and was given my receipt and a sheet of paper. She said,”Take this to your vision specialist or eye doctor and get an examination and have him fill this out.” What?

I was annoyed. I can see just fine…except for those tiny numbers on the left. I flustered and bustered while I put away my old license.  In desperation, I asked, “Can I try it one more time?” I went back to the machine and wiggled my head, adjusted the viewer, squinted one eye then the other, said a couple of Our Fathers and Hail Marys, and made all sorts of facial contortions. Finally, I could almost make out the series of seven or eight numbers in the left column, so I rattled off what I thought they were, then the next two columns were clear as a bell. I think the nice lady took pity on me because she took my eye doctor form back and said I’d be getting my new license in the mail in ten days or so. PHEW! That was a close one.

In a way, I was glad that I had to go through that because I think that my left eye is not up to par. I’m going to have to admit that I’m getting old and may need my eyes checked. DANG! I can see a flea on a grizzly bear from a hundred feet away, but I can’t see a few tiny numbers right under my nose. (Don’t ask about the grizzly bear. I just made that up.)

Happy Friday!

Theme Song Thursday:) Celebrate

18 Nov

“Don’t regret; just celebrate your knowledge and wisdom. Life isn’t about an easygoing sheltered heaven; it’s about living.” 
― Rola Mahmoud


We finally were able to get together to celebrate Sherry’s birthday. We went to Cristina’s Mexican Restaurant for a nice long lunch and lots of girlie talk. Good food, good friends, and lots of fun presents. Girlfriends know how to celebrate.

We all sang happy birthday, and Señora Joplin was kind enough to share her dessert with us all. True friendship! 

Happy belated birthday Sherry. 

Wednesday:) What’s With This Weather?

16 Nov

“I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house.”― Nathaniel Hawthorne, The American Notebooks


I stayed up late painting last night, so by the time I got up and moving and ready for my walk, it was almost noon. My house was cool, but when I walked outside, the sun was glaring down. I turned around, went back in the house, and put on a tank top. You can’t get enough vitamin D and sunshine for my liking.

Poor Mother Nature is confused too. The roses are blooming, and the butterflies are fluttering around like its spring. 

Look at my single rose bush. It’s November 16th for goodness sake. This is just one single $8.99 knockout rose bush from Lowe’s that I planted two years ago.  It has a dozen or more buds waiting to bloom. Thanks Mother Nature! 

It’s 83 degrees here today. I can’t say I’m not loving it, but it still is strange. I hope you are enjoying some nice weather too.

Tuesday:) Tough Girls Can Take It

16 Nov

“Everything is within your power,and your power is within you.” 

― Janice Trachtman, Catching What Life Throws at You


This morning started out like every other morning. I got my weary bottom out of bed at 7 a.m., after staying up pretty late painting my annual ornaments. (Miles to go before I rest.) I took little Bella for a walk around the pond before running off to the Y for my 8:30 Zumba class. I love Zumba. When I got home, I grabbed Bella’s blanket and leash, then walked her back home to Mr. Mike. I doggie sit when he’s busy or out of town.

My daily walks and Zumba classes are very important to me. But, here’s the thing. I have osteoperosis and arthritis, with a bad right knee to boot. But, I get up every day, rain or shine, and get out there and walk. Why? Because it’s good for me. I may limp along the first couple blocks, but then the knee loosens up, and it gets easier. The doctor says that exercise is the best thing, so I walk.

Well, the last few weeks, the knee pain has gotten worse, so I made an appointment for another knee injection. The big ol’ needle is kinda scary, but I’m a tough girl. That, and I just look the other way during the actual procedure. Dr. Bridwell is a great doctor. He asked if it hurt last time, and I said, ” Oh yah, but I’m tough and have a pretty good pain threshold.” 

That’s when I looked away, but managed to take a picture. As I winced and let out a slight whimper, I said, “I’m so blogging about this today.” Dr. Bridwell smiled and said, “I hope you have nice things to say after this.” I assured him that I had nothing but wonderful things to say about him and OSM Orthopedics.

Life isn’t easy. I sure find that out the hard way. But, I don’t give up, I don’t give in, because I’m one tough old broad. 

Time to relax with a cup of tea. And when the going gets tough, the tough…take a nap.

Montage Monday:) A Week in a Peek

15 Nov

Never take anything for granted as only thing that is certain in life is change whether it’s things or people.~ Anurag Prakash 


My week was jam packed with wonderful weather, fine friends, perfect pictures, and amazing artists. Alliteration and a good week. Doesn’t get better than that. I don’t take any of it for granted. I am blessed.

Sunday Sermon and Other Stuff

14 Nov

“It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop.” 

― Confucius


Another glorious Sunday. This morning, two young girls were already greeting at the door. Instead of going to my seat, I decided to join them, saying good morning to all who entered. That’s my favorite part of Sunday. The two adorable sisters were eight and twelve years old. We chatted between greetings. The second Sunday of the month is the children’s Mass, with the children’s choir. Well, it turned out that these young ladies were also giving the first and second readings. The amazing part was that the cute little eight year old girl, Abbey, not only said her reading with precision and enthusiasm, but she said it all from memory without faltering. This was the first time I ever heard the congregation applaud anyone after a Gospel reading. Perhaps a first.

Today’s Gospel

Luke 21:5-19Jesus predicts the destruction of the Temple in Jerusalem and warns his followers that persecution will come before the end, and that His followers may be tested, hated, or even put to death. “By your perserverance you will secure your lives.”


My take on it…we must be faithful, honest, loving,  and loyal, as followers and disciples of Christ. The road may be hard, we will be tested and tormented, but we can’t give up. I think that’s good advice for all people, regardless of faith, beliefs or politics. PERSERVERANCE.


The brief cool morning melted into a beautiful warm afternoon. My long afternoon walk had me in a short sleeved t-shirt. It’s mid November, for goodness sake. Mother Nature thinks it’s springtime.

Don’t forget to go outside and catch a glimpse of the super moon.

Saturday:) Some Seriously Talented Artists

13 Nov

“There are painters who transform the sun to a yellow spot, but there are others who with the help of their art and their intelligence, transform a yellow spot into sun” 

― Pablo Picasso


Today was he first day of MAST, the McKinney Art Studio Tour. Local artists opened up their working studios or displayed their work at local galleries. The best part of the two day tour is visiting with many of my artist friends or making new ones.

My good friend and fabulous watercolor artist, Lynda Kingsley, recently opened up her new studio space above her garage. It’s an expansive room complete with all the amenities of home. Lynda also teaches classes in her studio.

Steve Macias is a wonderful potter. Here they are working on some outdoor firing and raku demonstrations.

His daughter, Alex, is a talent in her own right.

I always pick out a special crucifix made by Alex for my collection.

So many artists, so little time.

Most of the artist also demonstrated and worked on projects, answering questions. A group of curious Boy Scouts were mesmerized by the wood turning.

Jeni Tomlinson captures wonderful portraits and animal subjects with her masterful brush.

Lynne Hubner is a superb printmaker, but also a great teacher. I’ve taken a few classes with her at The Art House.

Soona Knox, founder and owner of The Art House can creat magic with a lump of clay.

It was an enchanting experience, but we (Me, Bonita, and Sherry) didn’t get to see half of the artists on the tour. It’s a good thing that MAST resumes tomorrow noon to 5. 

For more info, search   There is also a magnificent silent auction on the website. Bidding ends Sunday at 3. If you didn’t get a chance to attend the tour, you can find some amazing artwork on the auction site.

Friday:) Freedom, Flags, and Friends

12 Nov

Marlan Rico Lee — ‘Be grateful for the things and people you have in your life. Things you take for granted someone else is praying for’.


It was good to wake up to a sunny morning, and  a new day. Today is Veteran’s Day. The day we honor all who have served and currently serve in our country’s military. Too many of us take our freedom for granted, with that freedom being fought for and granted to us by those who serve, who fought, and who have died to protect us. I like the quote that suggests that there are people who are praying for the things we take for granted. It’s true.

It was also wonderful to take a break from all the negativity on TV and social media about the elections. Facebook was plastered with salutes to veterans and servicemen, fathers, sons, daughters, friends. The pictures and stories were heartwarming. 

My dad was a WWII army veteran, serving in the Philippines. He served his country and was very proud to be an American. I had uncles, cousins, and other relatives who served our country. Veteran’s Day is a good time to show your respect, but every day is even better. 

Whenever I see a service person or someone with a hat saying veteran of a particular war or branch of service, I go up and shake their hand and say, “Thank you for your service.” That isn’t just on Veteran’s day, it’s every day. It’s always appreciated,  and a smile and “Thank you mam,” is the response.

THANK YOU TO ALL WHO SERVE! Dad and Uncle Butch are no longer with us, but not forgotten.

My dad, Elijah Armenta  WWII

My Uncle served in the Navy

My uncle George “Butch” Aguirre.


Black Russian Friday and a salute to our veterans.

Me and my neighbor, Diane. Home of the free because of the brave. Thank you!

Theme Song Thursday:) Add One New Thing To Your Life

11 Nov

“If only you can add just one great and distinctive thing to your life each day, you shall surely not just live and leave one great thing!” 

― Ernest Agyemang Yeboah


Today was our monthly meeting of the Art Club of McKinney. It was our make and take meeting. We had three different projects to learn with three different instructors. We formed in groups and rotated every thirty minutes. 

This was an amazing project for me because I don’t sew. Thank goodness Lynda threaded the needle for me. But, I cut the felt, sewed the button on and glued on the felt. Learning something new can be rewarding. Although, I cut the felt hoping to fit my phone, but I didn’t allow enough room for the stitching. Now, it is a glass case. 

This origami ornament was made with five squares of three inches,  folded and glued in just the right places. If I could learn how to do it, any one could. Little folding things drive me crazy, but I was patient.

These artist trading cards are just started and need a few more embellishments. I learned that…not everything gets finished in thirty minutes.

So, today I learned three new things and had a lot of fun with my artist friends.