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Friday:) From Sunrise to Sunset

14 Oct

“A sunset will color your dreams.And a sunrise will color your smile.

It’s all God asks.” 

― Anthony T. Hincks


(A picture’s worth a thousand words. Two pictures tell an entire story.)

To color my smile.

To color my dreams.

Happy Friday…

Montage Monday:) A Week in a Peek

3 Oct

I’m just thankful for everything, all the blessings in my life, trying to stay that way. I think that’s the best way to start your day and finish your day. It keeps everything in perspective. 

~Tim Tebow


A week in a pictorial peek…friends, food, baking, Baby Belle, Black Russian Friday with friends, strangers, sunsets, and a church picnic. A fine week.

Montage Monday:) A Week in a Peek

25 Sep

“I may not agree with you, but I will defend to the death your right to make an ass of yourself.” 

― Oscar Wilde

Mr. Wilde was a very funny and smart man.


It was another fine week. Hot dry weather, art workshops, church and candles, karaoke and singing, lunches and dinners with friends, long walks and short tempers. I wake every day grateful for my life, my family, my friends, and my health. ( Well, at least the parts that aren’t in pain and falling apart.)

A week in a peek…

Sunday Sermon and a Sunset

17 Sep

“Throughout life people will make you mad, disrespect you and treat you bad. Let God deal with the things they do, cause hate in your heart will consume you too.” 

― Will Smith


Another beautiful Sunday morning greeting parishioners at St. Gabriel’s. I actually remembered to wear my name tag today, and more and more people are saying, “Good morning, Toni.” I’ve been learning more names and giving out more hugs and handshakes,too. The new church building is coming along.

Today’s Gospel was another story about forgiveness. ( Is somebody up there trying to tell me something?) Peter asked Jesus about forgiveness. 

Gospel MT 18:21-35

“Peter approached Jesus and asked him, “Lord, if my brother sins against me, how often must I forgive? As many as seven times?”  Jesus answered, “I say to you, not seven times but seventy-seven times. That is why the kingdom of heaven may be likened to a king who decided to settle accounts with his servants.”

When the servant who owed a huge amount of money to the king begged for mercy and not to be sold, along with his wife, family and possessions, he begged… “Be patient with me, and I will pay you back.” The king forgave him his debt. Later, that same man came across a fellow servant who owed him a small amount of money, and instead of forgiving the other man’s debt, he had him imprisoned. When the king heard this, he summoned the man and said, “You wicked servant!” And he asked why he couldn’t forgive his fellow servant a small debt after being begged, when he had forgiven his huge debt. The king was angry and had the man tortured.

My take on it…well, first of all, these Gospels lately have been hitting home. I’ve been working on this forgiveness chapter in my life, and I’ll admit, I’m not totally there yet. Here’s my dilemma. In all these verses and Gospel readings, someone is begging for forgiveness. And yes, we are told that God will forgive us anything if we ask Him. But, they ASK! I keep reading quotes and have people telling me that I need forgive,  even when someone doesn’t ask for forgiveness. You do it for yourself. I STILL DON’T GET IT! 

I had this discussion with friends just a few days ago. My philosophy is actions speak louder than words. I don’t have to say the words, “I forgive you,” and I still can go on with my life, without hate or anger, be the best person I can be, and have a good heart. But, unless I am asked to forgive someone or some offense, there’s no point saying the words. If they don’t even think they’ve done anything wrong or have harmed you in any way, there’s no point. It means nothing to them, so it means nothing to me.

If you ask God to forgive you, He will. That’s why He’s God and we’re just human. He knows what’s in your heart. I have asked God for forgiveness and strength, and I believe that has been granted. But, He also will NOT forgive an evil person with an evil heart. They will be punished.  Do you see the point now? You have to sincerely ask? You have to change your ways and change your heart. It’s not a free pass to do what you please.

Okay, now on a brighter note.🎼 After Mass, the Knights of Columbus had free donuts outside at a couple of tables. There was a small donation jar. I walked over, slightly tempted, as I hadn’t eaten since lunch yesterday. But, I’m not a huge donut fan, even chocolate. So, I just put a dollar in the jar and said, “I’m saving the calories. Thanks for all you do.” Then, off I went to Sprouts.

Did I mention I was hungry? Uh oh! Sprouts had dark chocolate covered almonds on sale for ONLY $2.99 a pound. My downfall! That’s insane! I’m insane! I bought many pounds. I’m too embarrassed to tell you how many. I’m glad I passed on the donuts.

But, before you judge me too harshly, I did buy some apples, peaches, green peppers, tomatoes, and blackberries. It looks like a lot, but I like to share with my friend, Miss Eleanor. She can’t get out to the store much.

It’s been a good Sunday. I’m going to post this and go out for a nice long walk. It’s still kinda hot out there, so I may have to stop for a beer if Mr. Larry’s garage is open. 

Here’s my sunset from last night…

Friday:) Follow Your Heart

16 Sep

“Believe in Your HeartBelieve in your heart that you’re meant to live a life full of passion, purpose, magic and miracles.” 
― Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart


Those of you who know me already know that I see the world with a different eye. Actually, both eyes are pretty weird. I see angels in the clouds and faces in the brownie mix. 

Because I walk everyday, usually twice a day, I have the opportunity to constantly see my world   and my neighborhood with my weird and whacky eyes. My head is always in the clouds and my eyes on the sidewalk and street. (So I don’t trip over my own feet.) 

Lately, I’ve been noticing heart ❤️ shapes on the sidewalk, probably air bubbles in the concrete. Then, I see heart shapes in oil spots or melted tar or clumps of mud. Weird right? Can’t help it.

Here are just a few of the shapes I saw just today on my walk. I follow my heart…

Monday:) Memories and Traditions of 9-11

11 Sep

“September 11 is one of our worst days but it brought out the best in us. It unified us as a country and showed our charitable instincts and reminded us of what we stood for and stand for.”

 — Lamar Alexander


Sixteen years later, all those who lived through that awful day, will remember the pain, the anguish, and the prayers. There are ceremonies and memorials, but the greatest tribute to all those who lost their lives and the brave responders whether civil servants or cilivilian, is the silent reverence that we hold in our hearts. 

My tradition has always been to thank my local Fire Station with some home baked goodies for 9-11. I stop by at all different and random times of the year because 9-11 is just one day on the calendar. These firefighters would sacrifice their lives any day of the year for us.

It’s always a pleasure to see the smiling faces of my local firefighters. It’s good to feel appreciated. 

Thank you McKinney FD.

Friday:) Familia and a Fiery Sunset

9 Sep

“Happiness is having a large, loving, caring, close-knit family in another city.” ― George Burns


My cousin Larry called last week and said his sister Roxanne and her husband Jeff were coming down to Texas for a visit, and asked if we could get together. Larry and Debbie live a couple of hours away, so we figured out a place to meet off of Route 75.

The funny part is, Larry showed up at my house unannounced one day last year. He wanted to surprise me. I hadn’t seen him in maybe twenty or more years. I didn’t even recognize him when I answered the door. So, I was more than delighted to meet his wife and visit with Rocky and her husband this afternoon.

One thing I’ve learned in my many years on this planet, family is very important. It doesn’t matter if you see each other every day or every twenty years. Blood is blood.

We had a lovely late lunch at Pappasito’s Cantina in Richardson. Nothing says lovin’ and familia like Mexican food, fajitas, and margaritas.

I hope it’s not another twenty years before we get together again.

My drive to the restaurant was only 40 minutes there, but rush hour home took 1 1/2 hours. Worth every minute. 

After a very frustratingly long drive home, I walked in the door, put on my gym shoes, and scurried out for my evening walk and to capture the sunset.

Here’s my fiery sunset…