Archive | March, 2021

Sunday Sermon, Some Bach to Bach Humor, and a Sunset.

22 Mar

“A day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered.” – Nicholas Sparks

Another beautiful Sunday. Mass on TV.

Today’s Gospel was the story of Andrew and Phillip informing Jesus that people requested to see Him. Jesus then said it was time for the Son of man to be glorified…

28 Father, glorify your name! A voice came from heaven, ‘I have glorified it, and I will again glorify it.’ 29 The crowd standing by, who heard this, said it was a clap of thunder; others said, ‘It was an angel speaking to him.’ 30 Jesus answered, ‘It was not for my sake that this voice came, but for yours.31 ‘Now sentence is being passed on this world; now the prince of this world is to be driven out.32 And when I am lifted up from the earth, I shall draw all people to myself.’33 By these words he indicated the kind of death he would die.

My take on it… Jesus did not ask for glory for himself, but to have the people learn the true way and follow Him. All will be judged and believers will join Him heaven.


According to Wikipedia, today is the birthday of the great composer Johann Sebastian Bach. (I thought of my old friend Leon Krejci who loves his classical music and painting famous composers.)

Johann Sebastian Bach[a] (31 March [O.S. 21 March] 1685 – 28 July 1750) was a German composer and musician of the Baroque period. He is known for instrumental compositions such as the Brandenburg Concertos and the Goldberg Variations, and for vocal music such as the St Matthew Passion and the Mass in B minor. Since the 19th-century Bach Revival, he has been generally regarded as one of the greatest composers of all time.[3][4]

A little BACH humor for Leon.

Now, for my lovely sunset photos.

I hope you had a spectacular Sunday, my friends.

Saturday:) St. Francis vs Hail Storm

21 Mar

When you go through storms in your life, you can either be pitiful or powerful, but you can’t be both. Your attitude determines your victory…
Nishan Panwar


We had a couple of severe hail storms and frigid temps in the last couple of months. Now, with Spring finally here, I went out in my back yard to see how many shrubs, plants or bushes I may have lost. I’m afraid a few didn’t make it.

I usually say a little prayer to St. Francis to protect the creatures great and small during a storm, but I failed to say a prayer FOR St. Francis. I have a very old plastic statue out in my back yard. My mom gave him to many years ago, and he has traveled with me from home to Home. He has weathered many storms.

As you can see, poor St. Francis has sustained a serious head injury, brain damage, perhaps a concussion.

Now, the decision is, do I attempt brain surgery or should I purchase a new St. Francis?

Friday:) Friends, Food, Fun Painting Butterflies and My Firemen

20 Mar

“I was never one to seek the limelight in life, but a little chartreuse afterglow would be nice every once in a while.”

~Toni Armenta Andrukaitis


I thought I’d throw in a little color palette quote/joke for my artist friends out there. When I was scrolling through some quotes about friends, I ran across one about looking for the limelight, and for some reason the word chartreuse popped into my head, so made up my own quote. I’m just strange that way. 🤦‍♀️

So, today was such a fun day. My dear friend, Sherri Murphy, was coming over to play with paint and have lunch. We haven’t had an adventure in so long. She offered to bring lunch, and I said, “NO! Please let me cook and bake and fix something for lunch. I never get to cook. I miss cooking.” Well, some of you are mumbling, thinking I’m nuts, but I do miss cooking a big dinner or a fancy lunch for friends and family. I told you I’m strange.

Sherri arrived at noon, bearing gifts, of course. A beautiful plant with a cute plant marker.

Isn’t she adorable.

We had a nice chatty catch up lunch of pizza, salad, homemade banana nut cake, and Dr. Pepper, of course.

I got carried away with the baking, I know. Besides that huge cake, I made two dozen cupcakes. Some to share with neighbors and a dozen for my firemen. Sherri was kind enough to take half the cake home to share with her family, (isn’t it pretty? I outdid myself on the cream cheese frosting piping, I kept adding blobs and stripes and things until I ran out of frosting.

Then, upstairs to my “ crap room“, I mean my studio, to paint some fun butterflies.

Sherri had a blast pouring and smooshing and being creative.
Aren’t they cute! We just dropped acrylic paint onto half of the butterfly then folded it over, smoosh it around then open up the masterpiece. After they dry, we can always add extra lines and embellishments.
This was my favorite, I just added a couple of black squiggly lines on the wings. Also, because these are done on card stock, they can be folded in half, the center body glued onto a small canvas or board with the wings up for a 3-D look. I’ve even put double stick tape in the center and taped them on the wall.

After Sherri left, I ran over to Station 9, …well… I actually drove. I don’t run anymore. I dropped off my cupcakes, and Captain Chandler was very appreciative. He was just filling in at #9 today, normally he’s at #8. He asked if I bake regularly for the station. I said absolutely. I’m thinking he might eat one of my awesome cupcakes and request a permanent transfer to #9.

Well, it’s been a long fun-filled day… but it’s Friday… you know what that means. Cheers, my friends.

Quarantined Karaoke Thursday:) A Thousand Years

19 Mar

“There is only one happiness in this life, to love and be loved.”

~George Sand


I haven’t done a Quarantined Karaoke Thursday in quite some time. Of course, I still sing in the kitchen, and in the shower, and making cookies, and boppin’ along to the radio when I’m driving. As I’ve always said, “I sing loud, and proud and off key, but I love it.”

Wednesday ☘️Irish Words of Wisdom and a Few Jokes

18 Mar

“May your day be touched by a bit of Irish luck, brightened by a song in your heart and warmed by the smiles of the people you love.”Irish Saying


Happy St. Patrick’s Day, my friends. I’m feeling very blessed and very lucky. And… according to my Ancestry DNA, I do have some Irish Ancestry. A small percentage, but enough to help me to appreciate a little alcohol every now and then. SLÁINTE!

A few Irish blessings from

1. May the best day of your past be the worst day of your future.


3. May the mist of Irish magic shorten every road and may your friends remember the favours you are owed.


5. May the winds of fortune sail you, may you sail a gentle sea, may it always be the other guy who says this drink’s on me.


7. May luck be your friend in whatever you do and may trouble be always a stranger to you.


9. May the rains sweep gently across your fields, may the sun warm the land, may every good seed you have planted bear fruit and may late summer find you standing in fields of plenty.


11. May you live as long as you want but never want as long as you live.

May love and laughter light your days


13. May the most you wish for be the least you get.


15. May good and faithful friends be yours, wherever you may roam.



Some Irish humor from


  • Q: Why did God invent whiskey?
  • A: To prevent the Irish from ruling the world!

In Memory Of My Motherland

  • Seamus was tending bar when a patron came in and ordered a beer and a shot. A little while later another came in and they struck up a conversation. “Let me buy you a drink in memory of my motherland, Ireland,” the first said. “Ireland?, I’m from Ireland too. I come from Dublin. Let’s drink to Dublin!” said the second. “Dublin? Why I grew up there. Went to St. Mary’s.” replied the first. “Me too,” said the second. “Seamus, another round!” ordered the first. And so it went. A short time later another patron came in and asked, “Hey Seamus, what’s going on in here today?” “Nothing much,” the barman replied, “The O’Reilly twins are drunk again.”

The Bus Driver On Saint Patrick’s Day

  • I went out drinking on St Patricks Day, so I took a bus home… That may not be a big deal to you, but I’ve never driven a bus before.

Why Wasn’t Jesus Born In Ireland?

  • Why wasn’t Jesus born in Ireland?
  • He couldn’t find 3 wise men or a virgin.

Staggering Home

  • An Irishman named Mick O’Toole was staggering home with a pint of whiskey in his back pocket when he slipped and fell heavily. Struggling to his feet, he felt something wet running down his leg. “Please, God,” he implored, “let it be blood!”

Driving Home

  • An Irishman who had a little too much to drink is driving home from the city one night and, of course, his car is weaving violently all over the road. A cop pulls him over. “So,” says the cop to the drunk driver, “where have ya been?” “Why I’ve been to the pub of course,” slurs the drunk. “Well,” says the cop, “it looks like you’ve had quite a few to drink this evening”. “I did all right,” the drunk says with a smile. “Did you know,” says the cop, standing straight and folding his arms across his chest, “that a few intersections back, your wife fell out of your car?” “Oh, thank heavens,” sighs the drunk. “For a minute there, I thought I’d gone deaf.”

Irish Weddings And Irish Funerals

  • What’s the main difference between an Irish wedding and an Irish funeral?
  • 1 less drunk at the party

Low IQs

  • What’s long and green and has a low I.Q.?
  • A St. Patrick’s Day Parade

Eat Your Vegetables

  • Drink green beer on St Patricks Day! It counts as a vegetable!

Married Life

  • Q. What do you call an Irishman who knows how to control his wife?
  • A. A bachelor.

God vs Bono From U2

  • What’s the difference between God and Bono?
  • God doesn’t wander around Dublin thinking he’s Bono.

The Bet

  • A Texan walks into a pub in Ireland and clears his voice to the crowd of drinkers. He says, “I hear you Irish are a bunch of hard drinkers. I’ll give $500 American dollars to anybody in here who can drink 10 pints of Guinness back-to-back.”
  • The room is quiet and no one takes up the Texan’s offer. One man even leaves. Thirty minutes later the same gentleman who left shows back up and taps the Texan on the shoulder. “Is your bet still good?”, asks the Irishman.
  • The Texan says yes and asks the bartender to line up 10 pints of Guinness. Immediately the Irishman tears into all 10 of the pint glasses drinking them all back-to-back. The other pub patrons cheer as the Texan sits in amazement.
  • The Texan gives the Irishman the $500 and says, “If ya don’t mind me askin’, where did you go for that 30 minutes you were gone?”
  • The Irishman replies, “Oh…I had to go to the pub down the street to see if I could do it first”.

Origins of The Irish Jig

  • Q. How did the Irish Jig get started?
  • A. Too much to drink and not enough restrooms!

Weapon Of Choice

  • Into the local pub comes Paddy Murphy, looking like he’d just been run over by a train. His arm is in a sling, his nose is broken, his face is cut and bruised and he’s walking with a limp. “What happened to you?” asks, the bartender. “Jamie O’Conner and I had a fight,” says Paddy. “That little shit, O’Conner,” says the bartender, “He couldn’t do that to you, he must have had something in his hand.” “That he did,” says Paddy, “a shovel is what he had, and a terrible lickin’ he gave me with it.” “Well,” says the bartender, “you should have defended yourself, didn’t you have something in your hand?” “That I did,” said Paddy. “Mrs. O’Conner’s breast, and a thing of beauty it was, but useless in a fight.”

An Irishman’s Dying Wish

  • Two Irishmen, Patrick Murphy, and Shawn O’Brien grew up together and were best friends. But alas, Patrick developed cancer and was dying. While on his deathbed, Patrick called to his buddy, Shawn, “O’Brien, come ‘ere.  I ‘ave a request for ye.” Shawn walked to his friend’s bedside and kneels.
  • “Shawny ole boy, we’ve been friends all our lives, and now I’m leaving ‘ere. I ‘ave one last request for ye to do.” O’Brien burst into tears, “Anything Patrick, anything ye wish. It’s done.”
  • “Well, under me bed is a box containing a bottle of the finest whiskey in all of Ireland. Bottled the year I was born it was. After I die, and they plant me in the ground, I want you to pour that fine whiskey over me grave so it might soak into my bones and I’ll be able to enjoy it for all eternity.” O’Brien was overcome by the beauty and in the true Irish spirit of his friend’s request, he asked, “Aye, ’tis a fine thing you ask of me, and I will pour the whiskey. But, might I strain it through me kidneys first?”

Drowning In A Vat Of Beer

  • Sean O’Grady came to tell Mrs. O’Flaherty about her husband’s untimely drowning in a vat of beer at the brewery.
  • “Oh, the poor man” she sobbed, “Please, tell me, did he suffer much?”
  • “I don’t think so mum; he came out three times to pee!”


  • Q: Why did the barmaid champagne?
  • A: Because of the stout porter bitter.

My Obituary

  • Seamus opens the newspaper and is shocked to see his OWN obituary.
  • In a panic, he phones his friend Pat and asks: “Did you see the paper?! Terrible news. They say I died!”
  • His friend Pat replies: “Yes, I saw it! So, where ya calling from?”

Tea Bags

  • Q: What’s the difference between Ireland and a teabag?
  • A: The tea bag stays in the cup longer.

Drunk Priest

  • An Irish priest is driving along a country road when a policeman pulls him over. He immediately smells alcohol on the priest’s breath and notices an empty wine bottle in the car.
  • He says: “Have you been drinking?”
  • “Just water,” says the priest.
  • The cop replies: “Then why do I smell wine?”
  • The priest looks at the bottle and says: “Good Lord! He’s done it again!”

Jesus In Ireland

  • Q: Why wasn’t Jesus born in Ireland?
  • A: He couldn’t find 3 wise men… or a virgin.

The Way To Cork

  • Billy stops Paddy in Dublin and asks for the quickest way to Cork.
  • Paddy says: “Are you on foot or in the car?”
  • Billy replies: “In the car.”
  • “Well that’s the quickest way,” says Paddy.
  • If you thought Valentine’s Day was the only holiday with kissing, then you haven’t met an Irish Woman yet!

Good Night

  • The bartender at closing time: “Ladies and gents, have you no homes to go to?”

Boiled Cabbage

  • You know you overdid it on St. Patrick’s Day when boiled cabbage smells better than you.

The Grass Tickles

  • Why do Leprechauns giggle when they play football (soccer)?
  • Cause the grass tickles their balls

Parkinsons Or Alzheimers

  • Two old men were contemplating life when one man asked the other, “If you had to get one or the other would you rather get Parkinsons or Alzheimers?”
  • “Sure, I rather have Parkinson’s”, replied the man. “It’s better to spill a couple of ounces of Jameson Irish Whiskey than to forget where you keep the bottle!”

It’s Been Awhile Since My Last Confession

  • An Irishman goes into the confessional box after years of being away from Church.
  • He pulls aside the curtain, walks inside and sits down.
  • He’s surprised to find a fully equipped bar, Guinness on tap, and a box of fine cigars. And on the wall, there are several photos of women who have misplaced their garments.
  • He hears a priest come in. “Father, forgive me. It’s been a while since I’ve been to confession. But I must say, the confessional box is much better than it used to be.
  • The priest replies, “Get out, you idiot. You’re on my side!”

What Percent Irish Are You?

  • I might only be _____% Irish. But on St Patrick’s Day, I will be 100% drunk.

The Parking Prayer

  • An Irishman is struggling to find a parking space.
  • He starts to pray, “Lord, I can’t stand this. If you open a space up for me, I swear I’ll give up the Guinness and go to mass every Sunday.”
  • Suddenly, the clouds part and the sun shines on an empty parking spot. Without hesitation, the Irishman says: “Never mind, I found one!”

Toni’s Tuesday Time-lapse Painting Video:) Painting Metal Bird Feeder

17 Mar

“In order to see birds it is necessary to become a part of the silence.”
― Robert Lynd


There is a swarm of hungry birds that hang out in the trees and bushes in my front yard. When we had those freezing temps, I bought a big bag of bird seed and put some in little dishes on my front windowsills outside. I loved to sit by the window and watch them flutter around, chirping around, telling the other birds, “Hey, Miss Toni put some food out for us.”

All kinds of magnificent cardinals, robins, jays and doves would stop by for a little snack. But, the bigger bird we’re knocking over the bowls and I had to scramble through the scratchy bushes to find the fallen vessel. So, I decided to get an official bird feeder. I found a huge, heavy duty metal condominium of bird feeders at Home Goods. It was red. My favorite color.

Of course, I couldn’t put out a plain ol’ red bird feeder. I needed to paint something on it. So, I decided to “kill two birds with one stone.” Pun intended. I’ll do a time-lapse video on Tuesday.

Through the magic of technology and little paint and a lot of good luck, here ya go…

Montage Monday:) A Week In A Peek and My Magnificent Sunset

16 Mar

“It’s funny, when you’ve been sick and haven’t been out of the house in a few days, you tend to appreciate the little things just a little more. Like the warm sun on your face, the birds singing, the trees bursting with buds, and the magnificent sunset.”

~Toni Armenta Andrukaitis


It sure was an interesting week. Great days, bad days, but I’m grateful for every day.

A week in a peek…

Now, for tonight’s magnificent sunset…


Sunday Sermon and SO MUCH BETTER TODAY

15 Mar

“Where there is no struggle, there is no strength.” ~Oprah Winfrey


Before I get to my Sunday Sermon, I just wanted to say thank you for all the well wishes and prayers for my brief yet debilitating second Moderna Vaccine Friday. Today, I’m back and feeling about 99% . Thank you Miss Cheryl for your prayers and communion intentions at Mass today. That was sweet.

Big difference from yesterday, right?

Today’s Gospel from John explains that God gave His Only Son to save mankind…

Gospel, John 3:14-21

16 For this is how God loved the world: he gave his only Son, so that everyone who believes in him may not perish but may have eternal life.17 For God sent his Son into the world not to judge the world, but so that through him the world might be saved.18 No one who believes in him will be judged; but whoever does not believe is judged already, because that person does not believe in the Name of God’s only Son.19 And the judgement is this: though the light has come into the world people have preferred darkness to the light because their deeds were evil.20 And indeed, everybody who does wrong hates the light and avoids it, to prevent his actions from being shown up;…

My take on it… God sacrificed His son to save us and show us the light of His love. Some choose evil and avoid the light of salvation. To me, it doesn’t mean going to church or pretending to be holy, it means leading a good life, choose the light and good, and show your faith through example.

I hadn’t ventured out the door since Friday, so today when I saw the sun shining and heard the birds chirping, I grabbed my lawn chair and sat smack dab in the middle of the driveway, face turned towards the sun.

Ah! Sunshine!

I’m very thankful for a beautiful day, feeling fine, and my awesome friends and family.

Saturday:) Second Vaccine Kicked My Butt

14 Mar

“Everyday may not be good, but there’s something good in everyday.” (Kenneth G. Ortiz)


I had my second Moderna vaccine yesterday at 10 am. I decided to have it injected in my left arm, just in case I had a reaction. I’m glad I did. Within a couple of hours, the injection site was sore and warm. Well, if that was the worst of it, cool. But NO!

It didn’t hit me until around 8pm, with a killer headache, body aches, and chills all over. I couldn’t stop shaking. I had a heat pack on my back and an ice pack on my head, watching old movies on TV, trying to distract my symptoms. I finally went to bed at midnight, but I kept my street clothes on, just in case I had to dial 911. (Cute paramedics at Station 9) My temp was 100.5 which on an average day is only around 97. So, balancing more ice packs on my head, and my hands shaking, I put my cold trembling hands on my burning up belly. That helped.

This all sounds very scary, but on the bright side, I chalked it up to the vaccine doing its job and building up my tolerance or immunity or antibodies or whatever technical stuff it’s supposed to do.

I stayed in bed all day today, just getting up every few hours to drink water and void afore mentioned water. I had avoided Tylenol till around 2pm, when I couldn’t stand it anymore.

Now, it’s 9 pm and I’m feeling a little better, just a doozy headache. I’m still drinking water like crazy and trying to eat an orange.

So, I’m just curious if anyone else out there had similar symptoms. Some friends who had the Pfizer vaccine didn’t have a problem. Hopefully tomorrow will be better. I’ll keep you posted. (Wish me luck)

Friday:) Final Vaccine with Allen FD, Friends, and Lenten Food

13 Mar

“The real destination lies in step taking!”
― Ernest Agyemang Yeboah


Well, I received my second Covid vaccine this morning. I was a little bit nervous with a queasy stomach, not that I’m afraid of shots and needles, but I’ve heard some scary second vaccine stories. My knight in shining armor, AKA Sid, was kind enough to drive me to my appointment again, so I didn’t have to worry about getting lost coupled with getting sick. The process was quick and smooth, well organized.

Even though Allen FD administered the vaccines, I wore my lucky
McKinney FD T-shirt. Firefighters are awesome!

After I got home, my friend Helene asked if she could stop over and bring me some homage bread, made by her neighbor Elizabeth. Yum. We talked a while, then I got a call from my other friends Joni and Bob. Speaking of friends, they ordered some FRIENDS T-shirts for me and Helene, so we can wear them if and when we ever get a chance to meet in a group again. Most of us have had our vaccines, so hopefully it will be sooner than later.

Time to think what to make for dinner on a Friday in Lent when one is Catholic. Well, more of my cabbage, broccoli, onion medley mixed with a can of cream of mushroom soup and a can of black beans. Oh, and some of Helene’s fresh bread.

Pretty good, the only bad part… enough leftover for a couple of more days. I’ll never empty out that freezer and fridge. 🤦‍♀️

So now, it must be Black Russian Friday. My left arm is a bit sore, I’ll have to admit, but I’m hoping the alcohol and ice cream will mask the pain. (I looked it up, so far no interaction with alcohol and vaccine. Thank goodness!)