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Theme Song Sing-a-Long Thursday:) Proud to be an American

6 Oct

Coming to you live from the Lone Star VFW Hall in McKinney Texas

Another fun Thursday night with friends, singing, laughing, eating, drinking and more singing…

Good night, John Boy!

Theme Song Thursday:) Come Sit With Me

28 Sep

“Someone is sitting in the shade today because someone planted a tree a long time ago.”

~Warren Buffett


One of my passions is writing, thus this daily blog. But, I also enjoy reading posts every day from the many other writers that I follow. This morning, when I read my daily inspiration from DivorcedCatholic.org, I was genuinely moved. It reminded me of the many times when my boys were little, and they would ask me to come sit with them or play with them. I usually tried to comply, but sometimes the standard, “Just a minute” would pop out.

When I read this story, I started to tear up. I remembered so vividly a few occasions when my youngest son would come home from school or a baseball game or some event, and he would be very quiet. Even back then, he never really talked about what was bothering him. But, once in a while, he would just come and sit next to me, then lay his head on my chest and prop his feet up on the couch. I would just stroke his hair without a word. He didn’t need me to say anything or fix anything. He just needed to sit with me and know that he was loved.

Sometimes that’s all we need, someone to sit there without a word and love you. That’s why when I go to church on Sunday, or light a candle before support group on Wednesday, or when I open my eyes in the morning, or before I fall asleep and close my eyes at night, I silently say “Thank You” to God for my blessings and strength and family and friends. I don’t have to say it out loud. I just rest my head on His chest, silently.


Your Daily Inspiration for Thursday, September 28, 2017

The other day, I remembered an incident that happened when my son was four years old. As I walked into the kitchen, he was watching his favorite TV show. Patting the seat of his chair, he looked up at me with these big, puppy-dog eyes and said, “Can you come and sit with me?” My heart melted. Even though I had a million things to do, I could not resist the invitation and sat down with him. He snuggled up close to me and rested his head on my chest. We sat there very content for the next twenty minutes silently enjoying each other’s company. It was one of those “moments,” and I came away with a renewed sense of peace, feeling very grateful for the time spent and for my son.

A divorce or separation can crash into your world fragmenting your time, attention, and energy. Whether it’s raising kids as a single parent, working two jobs to make ends meet, coping with the emotional fallout of a dying marriage, or all the above, it is easy to feel overwhelmed and hopeless.

Just as my son invited me to “come sit,” our Lord, Jesus Christ, makes the same invitation to you, everyday, 24/7. He is present in the tabernacle of every Catholic church throughout the entire world. Think about that. Our Lord, the Great Healer, the Great Comforter, the Creator of the Universe, is available to you pretty much whenever you want–and most likely within 15-20 minutes of where you are standing. And He is longing for you to come and sit with Him. Take Him up on His invitation often. No matter how difficult or stressful your life may be, He promises that you are sure to come away with a renewed sense of peace and hope. Won’t you come sit with Him?
Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. Not as the world gives do I give it to you. Do not let your hearts be troubled or afraid. – John 14:27
For more resources visit vincefrese.com and DivorcedCatholic.org

Theme Song Thursday:) Signs, Signs, Everywhere Signs

7 Sep

“Signs are there to give us direction. We are the only ones who can choose which road to follow.”

~Toni Armenta Andrukaitis


My close and personal friends and family know that I’m very much of a…what’s a nice way to put it…weirdo. No, that’s not it. I am influenced and guided by metaphysical and physical signs in my life. 

I have hundreds if not thousands examples. Like when I was looking at new houses, and Linda Grossman, (world’s greatest realtor) said let’s drive around the neighborhood, and the first street sign I saw said Ridgeway. I said, “I grew up on Ridgeway in Chicago. It’s a sign. Turn around and let’s sign the contract.”

I always find lucky pennies or feathers or see butterflies right when I need a sign of encouragement. Yesterday, I was influenced by a sign that led me to act on a personal and difficult matter. But, that’s a long story for another day. So, today I was second guessing and questioning myself. Did I do the right thing? Will it backfire?

My go to solution for every problem is…go for a long walk. When I stepped out the door, a little white butterfly fluttered past my face. I smiled and walked in the warm sunlit morning. A few blocks away, a little yellow butterfly swooped by me and landed on the grass nearby, resting on a small yellow flower. The funny part is, when I went to reach for my phone to take a picture, I noticed my shoe was untied and precariously dragging. That little guy may have saved me from a nasty fall. He sat there long enough to let me tie my shoe and take a picture. Thanks butterfly.

I proceeded around the block, pumping my arms and working up a sweat. There was a car parked smack across the sidewalk ahead, so I needed to cross into the street. Right there where I crossed, there was a lucky penny. I know…right?

My lucky day. My walk continued for another half hour or so. I felt pretty good, with butterflies flitting around and a lucky penny from heaven. When I got near my front door, reaching for my key, there by the front sidewalk, in the grass, next to my brand new landscaping stones, (a gift of landscaping from my sister JoAnn and great work done by Lynard Barbosa) YEP, there it was. A lucky feather!

I think the universe, heaven, angels, or whoever is running the show out there, was telling me…”Ya done good! It’s gonna be fine!” (My universe usually talks with a half Southern half Chicago accent.)

Signs, signs, everywhere signs…

Theme Song Thursday:) When It Rains… It Pours

1 Sep

“I’ve always said that I’m pretty lucky. I just forgot to mention that some of that is bad luck.”

~ Toni Armenta Andrukaitis


Did you ever have one of those days, and even weeks? Well, I’m not complaining. Oh.,,wait…yes I am.

After last week, going to the Honda dealer for a routine oil change and inspection, they ended up pulling off some plastic molding off my windshield. This was after they told me I needed a bazillion dollars worth of maintenance, including new tires. I said no. Lucky thing is, Sunday, I had a nail in a rear tire that couldn’t be fixed. If I would have had new tires, yikes! But, I did get four new tires at Walmart on Sunday for probably half of what the dealer would have charged.  Then, I went back to the dealer Monday so they could replace the molding. Next day, the windshield had a fifteen inch crack. 

I took the car in today at 9am. While I sat in the waiting room for the courtesy shuttle to take me home, I grabbed one of those free cookies by the coffee bar. Half way into the cookie, I felt something crunchy. I took it out and looked. It looked like a pony bead or some kind of hard plastic. Upon further investigation, it turned out to be my tooth. Not an ordinary tooth, but what I like to call, “MY TEN THOUSAND DOLLAR TOOTH.” It was my implant that was formerly a root canal.

The shuttle took me right to the dentist instead of home. The good news was, they were able to cement it back on. It just doesn’t give me much confidence in an implant that doesn’t even stay on a year.

But, like I said, I’m pretty lucky. Just a lot of bad luck this past week. Nothing compared to what many are going through, so I ain’t complaining, just relating. I ended up taking an Uber home. This was my first time Ubering. I was excited. This is Linda, my driver. I gave her a nice tip for my car ride of about 5 miles.

My windshield didn’t get done till after 3, and the courtesy car came to get me around 4. But, now, I have a brand new windshield.

That’s all the bad luck. The good luck is, I didn’t get charged a penny for the windshield, or fixing my tooth, and this was my first Uber car ride, so it was free too. NOW, THAT’S PRETTY GOOD LUCK, ISN’T IT?

Theme Song Thursday:) Thinking Outside the Box

18 Aug

“Thinking outside of the box is unnecessary when there are no boxes in your imagination.” ― Matshona Dhliwayo


Thursday night is Karaoke night at the VFW. A few years ago, I would have NEVER thought of going up and singing in front of other people. I was very content in my little suburban box and singing in the shower or singing karaoke on my iPad, with no one around, no one to hear. But, a lot has changed since then, hasn’t it? Now, on Thursday nights, I meet a bunch a really neat friends at the VFW. Some of the folks sing, some just sit and listen and drink, and all are too kind, applauding after each song. 

Oh, and I’m not saying I’m a great singer. Quite the contrary. I love to sing, but I know it’s pretty darn bad. But, you know what? It doesn’t matter. Everyone appreciates the tenacity and bravery. Sometimes, we even get up and dance. A bunch fun folks of sixty or more years, enjoying music, laughter, and good company. All of us taking a few hours outside of our ticky-tacky boxes and having fun.

I have a couple of favorite songs, but tonight, I decided to sing a new one. I love Bonnie Raite, so I sang “I can’t make you love me.” I told Danny, the DJ, that it was gonna be scary and off key, but I was going for it. A few more thousand times and it might get better.

I don’t bother to think outside the box anymore. I just say, “What box?” 

Havin’ fun in McKinney, Texas!

Theme Song Thursday:) Lonely In A Crowd

4 Aug

“There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not Man the less, but Nature more. ”
~Lord Byron


Walking every day, rain or shine, that is my thinking time, my alone time. I must admit, the thoughts that race through my brain can be anything from, what do I need from the grocery store to, how I’d love to slap a certain person senseless. Then, sometimes I just smile and sing show tunes out loud as I walk. I’m alone, but am I lonely? Not really. Maybe, sometimes.

These past four years have been quite a whirlwind of feelings and emotions, but what I’ve really noticed is how much I’ve changed and have stepped outside of my little chalk outlined circle that was my former life. I do so much more than I ever did before. I travel more, drive for hours, and I “boldly go where no old Toni has gone before.” (More Star Trek references,)

Today, I took a long walk in the steamy afternoon. Later, I went to the movies alone. This is the second time in my life I’ve done this. Guess what? The first time I felt a little awkward, but this time was a piece of cake. No cake actually. I didn’t even get popcorn or a drink. I just had my trusty Tootsie Pop. The theatre was nearly empty. I think only 6 or 7 people for the 3:10 showing of “Valerian.” I sat alone in the dark, but I didn’t feel lonely. I had all the crazy sci-fi characters and actors and action to keep me company.

I found this song on YouTube and thought it was pretty cool.

Around 7:30, I drove over to the VFW Hall for our regular Thursday night karaoke gathering. It was pretty crowded today. I got to sing my “show tunes” out loud in front of people instead of alone. Miss Pat was happy to see me because she wore her Cubs shirt, and knew that at least one other person (me) would appreciate the Chicago connection. She just got back from a trip to Chicago. GO CUBS!

The thing about being alone is, sometimes you can be happy as a lark all by yourself, or you can be as lonely as a castaway on a deserted island in the largest crowd. It’s all in your head, your own perception. My head is getting better at discerning and deciding to be happy as a lark. I’m still a work in progress. That’s my motto.

Thursday:) Thieves, Impostors and a Theme Song

28 Jul

Stealing is stealing. I don’t care if it’s on the Internet or you’re breaking into a warehouse somewhere – it’s theft. ~Patrick Leahy


Yesterday, my friend Becky, informed me that someone on Facebook was using my name. She sent me the link, and low and behold, this imposter is pretending to be ME. There is no excuse for that, and there is absolutely NO OTHER Toni Armenta Andrukaitis in the whole wide world. Someone named Toni, whose maiden name was Armenta would have had to marry an Andrukaitis. That is impossible. There aren’t that many Andrukaitis’. And,  who would want such a long, impossible last name, or want to marry the jerk I was married to. 

Here is the imposter… So, if you get another friend request from me, DO NOT ACCEPT.

I’m pretty sure that I was hacked because I have quite a few Facebook friends and hundreds of followers on my WordPress blog.

I researched how to notify Facebook about an impostor using my name, and received an immediate response that they would look into it. Here was their response…

On Thursday, July 27, 2017, 5:29 AM, Facebook <case++aazqy3gctgtcgl@support.facebook.com> wrote:

Hi Toni,
Thanks for letting us know about something you think may go against our Community Standards. Reports like yours are an important part of making Facebook a safe and welcoming environment. 
In this case, we reviewed the profile you reported and found that it doesn’t go against our Community Standards.

  Note: If you see something on someone’s profile that shouldn’t be on Facebook, be sure to report the content (ex: a photo or video), not the entire profile. This will help us review your report more accurately.

    For more information about our policies, please read the Facebook Community Standards:



The Facebook Team


So, basically, Facebook is telling me that anyone can use my very unique personal name as long as they don’t post an offensive video or photos. I guess I can say I am Elizabeth Alexandra Mary, the queen of England and start my own page. Doesn’t sound right, does it.

Long and short, be careful out there folks, and let me know if this impostor tries to contact you. I’m the real brownie baking, Black Russian guzzling, artist/writer, and karaoke singing McKinney maven.