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Sunday Sermon and Stupid Daylight Saving Time

6 Nov

“Daylight Saving Time isn’t saving anybody anything. We’re all losing a lot of time changing all the darn clocks.”

~Toni Armenta Andrukaitis


A fine Sunday morning. I changed some my clocks in the house before I went to bed. Granted, I went To bed around 2:30 am, but was delighted when it suddenly became 1:30 am. Yay! I detest Daylight Saving Time.

Everyone was pretty chipper before  9 o’clock  Mass. As Mary and I greeted at the door, I just had to run over and take a picture of the new church progress, it’s coming along slowly but surely. I still love the purple. Mary and I did a few renditions of Prince’s “Purple Church, Purple Church.” I’ll be sad when the brick goes up over the purple.

 The Gospel today was the story of Jesus talking about the Scribes and Pharisees who only performed works to be seen and burdened others with tasks. They wanted to be honored at banquets and be greeted with respect, without earning that respect. 

“Whoever exalts himself will be humbled; but whoever humbles himself will be exalted.”

My take on it… those who only do good works when people are looking or do it to get recognition, they will not be rewarded. Helping the poor, the kindness you show other people when no one is there to see, that’s true kindness. You’ll be rewarded in heaven. I tend to think you also get rewarded here on earth, because it just feels good.

Now, for stupid clock changing and stupid daylight saving time. I guess it wasn’t too bad this year. I never change the clock in my bathroom. So today, yay, it actually has the right time on it. For 6 months I just subtract an hour…or was it add…? I get so confused. But, it’s correct now. I had a discussion with a friend yesterday. I said we would get an extra hour sleep and she insisted we would lose an hour’s sleep. I think I was right. I’m still not sure. And I’m still sleep deprived either way.

Anyway, the last few years, it took several attempts and a couple of days of cursing and poking at my car menu buttons, with the manual in hand,  before I  could change the time. You’d be proud of me. Today it took less than 1 minute. I was soooo proud of myself. It only took 4 years to figure it out. I’m a slow learner. (And don’t forget…I don’t like change. This is a biggie.)

Three or four swipes and clicks and I was done. No manual or cussing. Aren’t you proud of me?

Not only was it Daylight Saving Time, but today was FaceTime with my 11 month old granddaughter. Baby Belle Time. Yay! Joe and Lindsay called and let me see Belle while she ate her dinner and threw her food around. She’s so cute.

Yep, a lovely Sunday, no matter what time it is.

Theme Song Thursday:) Seasons Change and So Must We

20 Apr

The seasons  change, and then so must we

The reasons are not for us to see.

The harsh cold winter begets the Spring

Blaze of Summer will cool Autumn bring.

Inspired by life, inspired by pain

The snow always melts, followed by rain.

Barren brown trees, and lifeless black earth

Blossoming into a wondrous rebirth.

One thing is certain, one thing is true

Your life will change, and now so must you.

~Toni Armenta Andrukaitis


“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.” 

― Albert Camus

These two trees were barren and lifeless, while the others right next to them were budding fresh with bright green leaves. We all grow and change at our own pace. TO EVERY SEASON…

Friday:) Finally, A Fresh New Dramatic Change

8 Apr

“We can’t be afraid of change. You may feel very secure in the pond that you are in, but if you never venture out of it, you will never know that there is such a thing as an ocean, a sea. Holding onto something that is good for you now, may be the very reason why you don’t have something better.” ― C. JoyBell C.


Those of you that know me know that “I DON’T DO CHANGE!” I’m a nervous Nelly scaredy-pants kinda gal. But today, when I went over to the beauty shop with Mom, I thought, hmmm….maybe time for a change. Mom was getting a haircut, so I thought maybe I should get a haircut too. I’ve had long hair for six decades. Yep, time for a change. A big change.

When I was going through my messy divorce in 2013, I went to my local Great Clips and told the lady that I wanted my hair cut short like a boy, “Just whack it all off.” I was distraught and ready for an extreme change. The nice Polish hairdresser immediately said, “No, no. I no cut short. I cut, you cry.” I told her I was serious, but she insisted that I would cry. She said, “One lady ask me cut hair short. I do and she cry.” After her warning, I changed my mind and just got a trim of about four inches.

But today, I was ready for a big change.  I asked the nice hairdresser, Maria, for a short short haircut. She didn’t try and talk me out of it and started snip-snipping away. Huge piles of brown locks lay on the tile floor. She styled and curled it and I think it looks pretty good. What do you think?

Afterwards, I made us some lunch. A couple of Toni Tacos. It’s Lent, so I made pinto bean tacos. Mom doesn’t like oil, so I fried them in butter. They were yummy,

Later, we went downstairs to listen to one of the residents play piano.

Now, it’s time for my Black Russian Friday. Change and tradition. It’s all good. Cheers!

Well, it’s not even April Fool’s Day, but I thought I’d see if you liked my short haircut. It’s really my Mom’s wig. It looks much better on her than me. I’m brave, but not that brave. And…I don’t do change.

Tuesday:) Today~ What a Difference a Day Makes

28 Sep

“When all is said and done, the weather and love are the two elements about which one can never be sure.” ― Alice Hoffman


Yesterday, we had a rainy gloomy day. Today, the sun was out and it was a beautiful refreshing day. What a difference a day makes!

A view from my umbrella yesterday.

Now, my sunset tonight.

You can never be sure of the weather, but you can always be sure that each day will be a blessing.

Saturday:) Social Butterfly on the Square

21 Nov

“Butterflies are nature’s tragic heroes. They live most of their lives being completely ordinary. And then, one day, the unexpected happens. They burst from their cocoons in a blaze of colors and become utterly extraordinary. It is the shortest phase of their lives, but it holds the greatest importance. It shows us how empowering change can be.” 
― Kelseyleigh Reber, If I Resist


I’m not going to complain about the dropping temps here in Texas because all my friends back in Chicago are posting pictures of their big snow storm. 

It was a lovely sunny day, so after my writing group, I scooted over to the square to visit with friends. Elizabeth and Kaylyn were pretty busy at Sweet Spot brewing up hot chocolate and grande mocha mociadohadyyacallits (I don’t drink coffee, so I don’t know all the dumb names for the dumb coffee.) But, I did take a quick group selfie between surges.

Miss Elizabeth was being silly. At least they didn’t do the bunny ears behind me.

Then I went over to the visitors center to chat with Miss Sue. I wanted to take her picture, but she said, “Let me take yours.” Ok!

They had their tree up already. Next weekend is the big HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS event. A lot of fun things to do on the square next weekend.

I took another selfie with my little friend, Big Foot, outside the visitors center.

We have the same hair-do, long and straggly and wind blown.

Like the caterpillar, this butterfly has burst from her cocoon to “become utterly extraordinary.” 

As the quotes says about the butterfly, “It is the shortest phase of their lives, but it holds the greatest importance. It shows us how empowering change can be.” 


Theme SongThursday:) Change 

6 Nov

“The world as we have created it is a process of our thinking. It cannot be changed without changing our thinking.” 
― Albert Einstein



It’s been five days dealing with this Daylight Saving Time  nonsense. My internal alarm clock is still screwy. Right now it’s about 6pm and it looks and feels like midnight. 

That’s not bad enough, it took me four days to try and figure out how to change the clock in my car. Sunday, on my way to church, I fooled around with the darn settings at every red light, in the parking lot before and after church, and about fifteen minutes in the garage with the car running. Yes, don’t worry, the door was open, and yes, I had the manual out and was reading it. And NO, I didn’t figure out how to change it.

I tried again every day,  and would sigh and give up. Finally, on Wednesday, after sitting in the garage for another fifteen minutes, pushing menu, reading page 105 for the 105th time,  twisting to settings, and a zillion other things crazy contortions, I finally was able to change the time and go back one hour. But, I lost four days of sanity doing so. AND, I have no idea how I did it.

PLEASE! Repeal, get rid of, destroy, and/or stomp out Daylight Saving Time. I don’t think I can go through this again in six months.

The clocks on the stove and microwave were fairly easy. The iPhone changes itself, (thank goodness) and I never change my little black clock in the bathroom, so every six months it’s either correct or an hour off . Right now it’s correct. It’s one of those solar powered things. I tried to change it once, but I think it has to be hit by lightning on Halloween during a full moon at midnight in order to change it.

Here’s a funny video clip about Daylight Saving if you didn’t see it already. It’s pretty funny.



Tuesday: Time For Change and Lots of It

8 Apr

“The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.” 

― Alan W. Watts


The only thing I can be certain of is time and life goes on. I can’t change it, but I can make the best use of it.

~ Me


My morning walk yesterday was interrupted by a brief rain shower. An hour later, it was fine, and by afternoon, it was clear, sunny, and down right warm. Funny how the weather can change in just a few hours. It made me think of how life can do the same.

Today, after Zumba class at the Y, I went for a long walk and decided to change up my usual repetitious route by walking on the other side of the subdivision. Talk about change. You know how I always talk about finding lucky pennies. Well, today I hit the jackpot and found a whole bunch of change (coins) on journey.


I spent the afternoon on the Square with my friend Zelda, having lunch and strolling and popping into some shops. Then, home for an evening walk. The sky was so amazing. It went from cloudy and dreary to bright and dazzling, changing back and forth all day,


Isn’t this spectacular?


“The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.” 




Theme Song Thursday: Change

16 Jan

“The only way that we can live, is if we grow. The only way that we can grow is if we change. The only way that we can change is if we learn. The only way we can learn is if we are exposed. And the only way that we can become exposed is if we throw ourselves out into the open. Do it. Throw yourself.”
― C. JoyBell C.
Like the song, “I keep waiting on the world to change.”

Since the world isn’t going to change all by itself, I guess I’ll have to do my part, little baby steps at a time. And now that my life is in a constant state of flux, (what is flux, anyway?) I decided to do a little personal update and get a new haircut and style. My friend, Gaby, just started working at Salon Eskape in Plano, and asked if I’d be interested in a hair cut and a new look. I definitely need a new look and to feel special and pampered for a change.

I have NEVER pampered myself. I never had my hair professionally colored, and highlights added. I don’t get my nails done, go to spas, or go for a massage. WHAT AM I WAITING FOR? Old age? I’m already there. So, I put myself, or rather my hair, into Gaby’s very capable hands. TIME FOR A CHANGE!

Step one: take a before picture and just let go.

Step two: cover your head in foil so aliens cannot read your thoughts or abduct you from the salon.

Step three: be patient…four hours later, you have silky, beautiful hair, and Gaby has worked her magic.
Step four: take picture with the cutest little stylist this side of the Rio Grande.

Step five: go home, put on a cute dress, and take a “happy-selfie” to share with your friends. Change is good!


Sorry, forgot to put Gaby up there in step four. Oops!

Theme Song Thursday: Try Something New

26 Jun

Why not go out on a limb? Isn’t that where the fruit is? ~Frank Scully
I’m a creature of habit. I don’t like change. Very rarely will I order something other than my usual, go-to-written-in-stone favorite meal at a restaurant, much less go to a new place. Sandra, Daniel and Beth at Snug will attest to that. (Yogurt parfait story.) Miss Zelda and I meet at Olive Garden and I ALWAYS get the eggplant parmasean. See, I don’t do change well.

But, how will I know if something out there is better, or the food more delicious, or a new place more exciting? But then again, if where you always go, or what you always order, always makes you happy, then why change? You see my dilemma???

Yesterday, when Lynne and Karen invited me to join them for lunch at a Mexican restaurant (not on the square and I’d never been to before) for lunch, I actually said, “Sure.”

Taqueria Hernandez is on Tennessee, a couple of miles north of the square. It’s a tiny “mom and pop” type place with a handful of tables, one waitress and maybe half a dozen things on the menu. I ordered the crispy tacos and they were just like I make at home, and how my mom makes them. They were delicious. I may go back there again real soon. But, you guessed it, I’m going to order the same thing every time. (Baby steps…)

Sometimes I have to go out on a limb, isn’t that where the tacos are?
Every day is a brand new day, and each day holds new possibilities.

Here’s the theme song for today…

20140626-181716-65836739.jpgdoesn’t that look yummy?

1105 N. Tennessee St. McKinney


Montage Monday: Time and Change

20 May

“They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself.”
― Andy Warhol, The Philosophy of Andy Warhol
Another week with friends, art, painting, walking, talking and procrastinating. A lot of procrastinating. But, on Monday, when I look back at all the photos taken just in one short week, it’s hard to decide which ones to share. Yep, time flies when you’re having fun. (Even when you’re not having fun.)