Archive | December, 2016

Friday:) Fun Flowery Crafting With Mom

31 Dec

“A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in–what more could he ask? A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.”

― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

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Mom was getting ready to put a bunch of cute hard candy, wrapped in pretty flower paper, outside her doorway. She has a little glass bowl on a ledge outside her door where she puts candy. It seems to disappear in just a few minutes. Either there are a lot of people passing by in the hallway, or there is one candy burglar that takes all the candy. I thought it was too cute to waste. When I looked at the rosebud candy, I put on my thinking cap and came up with a craft idea for us to work on.


Mom punched two holes in index cards with a pencil, cut the curly ribbon, and laced the ribbon from the back while I painted a stem and leaves. We both tied the candy to the top of the stem with a knot, then curled the ribbon.


We had an assembly line going. We were only going to make about a dozen or so, but they were so dang cute, I said, “While we’re on a roll and already made a mess, let’s make some more.” We made thirty-five. Mom will use them as thank you notes for friends or for birthday cards. Mom is one of those old school ladies that writes a thank you note for everything, or sends a thank you note when she gets a thank you note. Never ending notes. (I don’t take after her.,so if you gave me a gift…Thank you…don’t expect a note.)



Pretty cute, right?


A fun flowery Friday crafting day with Mom.

 Theme Song Thursday:The Next Generation

30 Dec

“When you hold your newborn child in your arms, you have dreams for the future. When you hold your great-grandchild in your arms, your dreams have come true.”

~ Toni Armenta Andrukaitis

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“The ultimate test of man’s conscience may be his willingness to sacrifice something today for future generations whose words of thanks will not be heard.” 

― Gaylord Nelson

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This afternoon, I took Mom over to meet her new great-granddaughter. Four generations of family, life, hope, and dreams. Proof of the past, dreams for the future. Not only was Mom excited to hold the tiny little girl, but she was so honored that little Belle’s middle name is Trinidad. Great-grandma Trini’s name and legacy carries on. (They kinda look alike, don’t they?)

Now, we have four generations seated together, sharing these special moments. 




Wednesday:) Words of Wisdom

29 Dec

“The greatest gifts I could ever give are a smile, a hug, and a kind word. These gifts are always returned. No receipt required.”

~Toni Armenta Andrukaitis

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“No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.” 

― Aesop

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Just sharing a few words of wisdom to live by. 


I certainly do surround myself with these people. Lucky me.

Tuesday:) Timeless Memories And Tomorrow’s Treasures

28 Dec

“Keep all special thoughts and memories for lifetimes to come. Share these keepsakes with others to inspire hope and build from the past, which can bridge to the future.”

~ Mattie Stepanek

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The holidays are always a time for memories, making them and sharing them. My newest excitement and wonderful Christmas memory 2016 is my new granddaughter. I’ve been posting about her for weeks. There will be more…lots more!
 I’ve wanted to share another story of an amusing nature. Many of my close friends and family already know this story, but my new friends may not have heard this.

The story of Mr. Dan’s dead wife…It started four years ago when I got a call from an artist friend of mine. She said that an elderly gentleman had called her art studio looking for an artist who might be able to paint on china or porcelain. She told me, “Every year, for the past forty years, this gentleman has had a special Christmas keepsake painted by a local artist for his wife. She has passed away, but he wants to continue the tradition of having a personalized gift painted. I know you paint on glass. Do you paint on porcelain?” 

Well, I heard this story and it melted my heart. This poor man has lost his wife, but he wants to continue having a gift made for her. How sweet. I said I’d call him and see if I could help. I met with Mr. Dan, and he brought a few examples of small white vases and trinket boxes delicately painted with bluebonnets. On the bottom it said, To Sue~Love Dan with the date. 

I love to paint bluebonnets, so I agreed to take on the challenge. The hardest part was finding a small white item to paint. I scoured antique shops, stores, and thrift shops, looking for just the right piece for this sentimental man. I found an antique covered box, painted bluebonnets, and dated the bottom with the enscription. I then called Mr. Dan to give him his memorial gift for his deceased wife. We met at Chicken Express and I gave him the box. He loved it and said, “Thank you so much. How much do I owe you?” I told him there was no charge. It was my pleasure to make something special for him. Then he said, “Sue is at her sister’s house, so I’ll be able to sneak this in without her seeing the surprise.”

What??? Sue wasn’t dead??? Ah!!! I sat there a minute when he left, while I figured out the story. My friend had said, a local artist had painted a gift for Dan’s wife. He wanted to continue the tradition, even though she passed away. Oh! The artist passed away, not Sue. I’m glad I didn’t tell Mr. Dan that I thought his wife was dead.

Now, every year, this sweet gentleman calls me early December and asks if I’ll be able to paint a gift for him. I always say yes, and I scour shops again looking for the perfect item to paint. And I smile, glad that Sue is not dead and Dan has another year with his wonderful wife.

This year, I found this cute covered heart-shaped container. I even painted a small white box with matching flowers. 



As our tradition, I met Mr. Dan at the outdoor patio of the Chicken Express, and I gave him his gift. Every year, he pulls out his wallet and asks “How much do I owe you?”  I always say, “It’s my pleasure, and all I need is a hug.” We hugged, and Mr. Dan walked back to his truck a happy man, and I walked back to my car knowing that I’d done something special for a sweet gentleman at Christmas time.

Montage Monday:) ‘Twas The Day After Christmas…

27 Dec

Somehow, not only for Christmas but all the long year through, The joy that you give to others Is the joy that comes back to you. And the more you spend in blessing The poor and lonely and sad, The more of your heart’s possessing Returns to you glad.~ John Greenleaf Whittier

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‘Twas the day after Christmas, but I wasn’t sad.

With wonderful memories, and fun that we had.

Now, a brand new grand-daughter, as cute as can be.

The family together, all under the tree.

When I count all my blessings, too many it’s clear.

Now, I won’t be this happy, ’till maybe next year.

~ Toni Armenta Andrukaitis

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Sunday Sermon and a Merry Christmas~ a Good Way to Start Your Day 

26 Dec

Psalm 118:24 “This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it”

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Christmas morning was very special to me, not because of piles of presents, lights, and decorations, but because of family. I spent Christmas Eve and day with my two sons, daughter-in-law, and our new tiny member, my first grand-daughter. 

This morning, my son, Joe, said that we could go to an early Mass at St. Norbert. He is up at 5 or 6 a.m. anyway. With a new baby and feedings and fussing every three hours or so, we went to 7:30 Mass. I assumed we needed to get there very early because it was Christmas morning. 

We were one of the first to arrive around 7. This gave us time to light the first candle in the dimly lit church. A candle of thanks for special blessings and gratitude for answered prayers. 

The Gospel, of course, was about the birth of Christ. Thus, the term Christmas. I won’t recount the story. It was a beautiful service with singing of all the well known Christmas songs. Merry Christmas. 

We stopped to pick up donuts and came back to a still quiet house. Presents were not opened until Lindsay’s mom arrived in the afternoon. The presents were mostly baby gifts, but the grandmas received beautiful framed photos.

The best Christmas present ever was being together with my family and endless hours holding my beautiful baby Belle. 

Psalm 118:24 “This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it”

Sentimental Saturday:) ‘TwasThe  Night Before Christmas 

25 Dec

“The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;The children were nestled all snug in their beds,While visions of sugar plums danc’d in their heads…”

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Merry Christmas Eve, everyone. To add to my blessings, I am sitting here this beautiful Christmas eve with my son Joe, his wife Lindsay , and their new baby girl, Belle,  in their home. My youngest son Matt is here, and we are celebrating with Lindsay’s mom, Marcie. We had a wonderful dinner together, and now watching the traditional “Christmas Vacation” movie. 

Family. A very special blessing. 

Even though all family members aren’t together tonight, they are in our hearts. 

A special wish for a very Merry Christmas and Happy Chanukah to one and all.