Archive | February, 2017

Tuesday:) Time To Turn Over a New Leaf

8 Feb

“You will turn over many a futile new leaf till you learn we must all write on scratched-out pages.”~ Mignon McLaughlin 


I didn’t make any New Year’s resolutions this year, but I did make a conscious decision to try new things, change some old habits, and perhaps turn over a new leaf or two.

There’s always been a huge controversy over which way the toilet paper roll should be facing. Families and friends have argued, punches have been thrown, and I believe duels have been foight over this heated debate. (Just kidding, or am I?)  I have ALWAYS been an under person, over six decades. I found that gravity helps keep the sheets down and accessible, as the other way, the sheets sometimes get stuck on top of the ones underneath, or as seen below, can be a cat’s playtime pastime.

I don’t have a cat or a dog, but here’s a good reason for the under method.

In my effort to change and turn over a new leaf, starting January 1st, I decided to switch to  the “over” method, just to broaden my horizons and strengthen my character. It wasn’t an easy challenge. My hands trembled and my OCD spirit was challenged. But, I did it. I’ve been an “over” convert for going on 2 1/2 months now.

I’m sorry, but even seeing this photo makes me cringe, but I’m a big girl, I can handle it.

See, you can teach an old dog new tricks. He may not enjoy it, but is proud to have met the challenge.

Montage Monday:) A Week in a Peek

7 Feb

“They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself.” ― Andy Warhol


A fine week with friends, fine weather and keeping busy. 

Sunday Sermon and Other Stuff

5 Feb

“Neither sugar nor salt tastes particularly good by itself. Each is at its best when used to season other things. Love is the same way. Use it to “season” people.” 
~Vera Nazarian


A cool Sunday morning, so Yay! I got to wear my sock monkey hat. Each week Imreceive more compliments and funny looks. Both are equally appreciated. There were quite a few friends and neighbors that I don’t always get to see at Mass this morning, therefore, a lot of hugs were exchanged. Then a few times, the next person behind my friend decided to give me a hug too. I didn’t know them, but now we’re on a no name hug basis. Pretty cool!
Today’s Gospel wa the “salt of the earth story.” Father Don told us about how, just like salt, it can be used for good or bad. He told us how sometimes the conquering armies would  spread salt all over the fields of their enemy to destroy the crops and fields. Salt was a precious commodore. It could cure meat, season, etc., but too much could ruin food destroy the land.

Jesus said to his disciples:
“You are the salt of the earth.

But if salt loses its taste, with what can it be seasoned?

It is no longer good for anything

but to be thrown out and trampled underfoot.

You are the light of the world.

A city set on a mountain cannot be hidden.

Nor do they light a lamp and then put it under a bushel basket;

it is set on a lampstand,

where it gives light to all in the house.

Just so, your light must shine before others,

that they may see your good deeds

and glorify your heavenly Father.”

~My take on it…we have to lead by example, do all things in moderation, and light up the world with our kindness. 

I like to think that I am unique. Perhaps I don’t stand out in a crowd, but if I was gone, I think a lot of people would honestly miss me. I know I’d miss them.

Saturday:) Seriously Searching For Some Leftovers

5 Feb

Each new season grows from the leftovers from the past. That is the essence of change, and change is the basic law.~Hal Borland

A chilly lazy Saturday. I bundled up around noon and went for a long walk. By the time I got home, all I could think about was a hot cup of tea and what I was going to have to eat. With no plans or invitations for lunch, I decided to brave and investigate the dreaded freezer. I usually close my eyes and grab something, but the freezer is packed so full, I was afraid of an avalanche. Turns out that I still had to dodge a few falling frozen weapons on my toes. 

I found some frozen pasta, a container of sauce, spinach, tortellini, and last but not least, a couple of slices of cheesecake. How’d I miss that? After I combined all the above, except cheesecake, I had way too much food. It’s a good thing that I have neighbors that don’t like to cook.

Every time I think I’ve made some headway, the freezer is still jammed packed full. I think things multiply in there while I’m sleeping.

Friday:) Fun Ladies of the Owl Forum Club of McKinney

4 Feb

The wailing owl Screams solitary to the mournful moon.

~ David Mallet


My friend Jan Johnson invited me to teach a painting wine glass class for the Owl Forum Club of McKinney today. I hadn’t heard of the group before, even though they also meet at the Heard Craig Carriage House in downtown McKinney, just a different day. I looked up the origin of the group. There are so many interesting women’s groups around town.

The club, which is an invitation only club, was created in 1933 as an offshoot of the McKinney Owl Club — the city’s oldest social club. Like the McKinney Owl Club, the Owl Forum Club began as a literary club and was created for the daughters of the members of the McKinney Owl Club. Comprised of all women, the members meet on the first Friday of the every month from October through April, and usually have a summer party and the Christmas party. The club’s motto is “Your future is the result of today’s accomplishment.”
I arrived early to set up, and several ladies were already there decorating and preparing the table with snacks and drinks. There were going to be anywhere from 20 to 30 members, and only about 1 1/2 hours or less to work on the project. I was a little nervous about the time allowance. So, I talked really fast, did a quick demo and brought a lot of examples for them to look at.

I tried to walk around and get to everyone, but with 21 painters, not everyone got my personal attention. A few ladies were already pretty talented and self sufficient. Others, I held their hand, literally, so they could feel the pressure and movement of the brush stroke. The roses are most difficult for newbies.

Everyone had a good time and learned a few things about painting on glass. All the women were very sweet and several stayed after to help me pack up and load my car, making my exit a lot quicker and easier. 

A fun group of lady OWLS. Next month they are going to have a wine tasting for their meeting and bring their handpainted wine glasses. That oughta be a “HOOT.”

Theme Song Thursday:) What a Difference a Day Makes

3 Feb

“The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well.” 

― Ralph Waldo Emerson


Yesterday, when I went for my afternoon walk, it was 75 degrees out, gorgeous, sunny, and not a cloud in the sky. I wore a tank top.

So, when I went for my early evening walk today, all bundled up, I thought to myself, “Self…what a difference a day makes.” Then I thought of the old classic song. And yes, I know I’m getting old, but they just don’t write beautiful romantic songs like this anymore. Why is that?

Even Phil, the groundhog wasn’t too happy with the weather today.

Wednesday:) What You See Is What You Get

1 Feb

“Keep your eyes open, and you’ll be amazed at what you will find.”

~ Toni Armenta Andrukaitis


“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” ― W.B. Yeats


I called my mother, as it do every morning, and we chatted a long time. I take that back. I ramble on about my day, and she listens and giggles. She calls me “motor mouth.” I was telling her about meeting with my friend Mary yesterday and finding a lucky penny right by my car door. She believes in my lucky pennies and feathers and signs from heaven or the unknown, or wherever those mysterious signs come from.

When I started telling her about all the signs I receive, I told her, ” I don’t even think that I get these signs because I’m lucky. It’s because I’m looking, my eyes and my heart are open, and I believe.” I bet there are a bazillion lucky pennies or feathers or magical butterflies lying around or flying about. So many people don’t look. They’re wrapped up in their personal bubble or synced up to their phones and devices 24/7. I would talk.They don’t walk outside and marvel at the brilliant sunset or watch a hawk glide through the sky. They won’t notice the penny at their feet or the butterfly that lands on their shoulder. 

I like to see the good in people, therefore I have so many wonderful friends. I talk to strangers and hear interesting stories. I walk every day, and I see the glories of nature, and  I take pictures. I love words, so I write every day and share my stories. 

When I was on my late afternoon walk, Mr.Gary was sitting on his bench with a cane and  his dog Maggie. I stopped for a while and heard about his knee replacement surgery. He loves to talk, and the friendly 70 year young gentleman knows all the neighborhood kids. They even ring his doorbell and ask to walk his dog or to come out and visit. How would you know all this if you didn’t stop and say hello?

I continued my walk and Mr. Larry around the corner was cleaning out his garage. Another sit down and chat moment. Thank goodness it was too early for a beer. About half an hour later, I continued my walk on another glorious sunny McKinney day. About two blocks from home, I was speed walking at a pretty good clip, the sun in my face,  when my eye noticed something shiny in the grass next to the sidewalk. It was a lucky dime.(10 times luckier than a penny)

How I noticed the obscure coin in the dormant scruffy brown grass, I don’t know? I smiled because I realized,  I find things, not because I’m looking for them, it’s because they’re there for anyone to see. It just so happens that my eyes are open. 

“Keep your eyes open, and you’ll be amazed at what you will find.”

Tuesday:) Truly, The Tiny Things Can Mean So Much

1 Feb

“It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important.” ― Arthur Conan Doyle, The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes


My mundane days are probably boring and repetitious to you, but for me, they are filled with so many blessings and joys, that I always feel compelled to share. I started out with a a very vigorous Zumba class, killer on my bad knee, but I don’t care, I love my Zumba. After class, I met with my good friend Mary from church. We met at McDonald’s for coffee at 9:30. We see each other every Sunday when we greet before Mass, but she wanted to see how I’m coming along with my annulment paperwork. She is my good friend, but also my advocate. 

While we were talking about everything under the sun, frustration, hurts, pains, joys, and grandchildren, I told her, “You know what gets me through each day? I wake up every morning and say, sometimes to myself or sometimes out loud, thank YOU for your blessings.” I count my blessings every single day. I have a wonderful family and the greatest friends on earth. People have come into my life, and have been put in my path for a reason. Mary is one of those people. We talked until noon, and her husband called and asked if she would be home for lunch. She invited me to join them for leftovers and cookies. How do you say no to that?

Well, you know me and my signs. I parked down the street from her house, had lunch with her husband Pat and her adorable grandson. We all sang the Cookie Monster song, “C is for cookie.” So cute. When I left and walked back to my car, and started to open the door, right beneath my feet was a lucky penny. I had to walk back to show Mary and thank her again for the great day. I’m a lucky gal.

I smiled all the way home, singing my West Side Story song, “Something’s Coming,” and counted my blessings. When I got home, I did not pass GO or collect $200, (Monopoly reference) and went for a long walk. The sun was warm, the sky clear, and just the perfect day. After a long walk, I sat on the park bench for a break, and soaked up the sun, then walked some more.

When I got to my house, I checked  the mailbox, and there on the top of a stack of flyers and junk mail was a large drawing on cardstock. I read the crayon written message and just beamed. “Thank you for the brownies and cars! Cade and Corbin”

This was from the two little boys across the street that were playing firemen in their backyard the other day. They always say hi to me and tell me about their dog and what they’re doing. I took them some brownies and a couple of Matchbox cars. They were just thrilled. 

A tiny gesture from me and a beautiful handmade thank you note from two little boys, that’s what life is all about, sharing, caring, kindness, and gratitude. These are the things that mean so much.