Thursday, March 7, 2013

My Dream Job

I wish I could get paid to be sarcastic.
 
Who wouldn't want me to berate them for their poor choices?  

 
Like I care what you think.

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Random Acts of Kindness...I suck at this.

Clearly, I suck at this blog challenge, but I'll press on in true Random Ninja fashion and pretend I never left the Wonka tour to sample fizzy lifting drinks.

My last random act of kindness.  That's the topic for March 6th. 

I'm always random and...frequently kind and although I do have a tendency to poke bears with short sticks, I'm basically a good person.   I suppose, as the case tends to be with most basically good people, random acts of kindness are simple things like waving the person across from you to go ahead through an intersection at the overwhelming four-way stop (I mean, if you think about it, we're really ALL to the right...), or to take a stranger's cart back for them, or to shovel the neighbor's walk (which was done for us recently).

There's one thing that stands out in my mind when I think of a random act of kindness though.  It's something I did with the intention of making someone smile and I'll never know if that's the effect I had or not.

One Sunday while I was waiting for my girls to get out of religion class, I saw a mom and her son arrive for the 11:30 mass.  It was spring, not too warm for a jacket and not cold enough for a hat and scarf.  As this woman and her teenager walked inside, I thought to myself how brave she seemed.  Brave, because this woman, who looked so put together and sure of herself, had absolutely no hair.  I suspected it was a battle with cancer that she was going through (she didn't have the look of someone who would choose baldness over a carefully coiffed hairstyle) and she made me happy.  Here was someone who was not letting her illness get the best of her.  She was an inspiration to anyone fighting her same fight, laughing in the face of cancer.  She looked healthy and happy and confident.

On the outside.  

I have no idea how she was on the inside, but on the outside, she looked like someone who was saying "fuck you, cancer, you can't beat me".  

So I wrote a note and secured it into the door handle of her car:  "I don't know where you are in your battle, but I hope you're winning.  You are beautiful."

I never signed it and I left before she came back out, but I hope it made her day. 

Monday, March 4, 2013

White Sugar Bunnies of Christmas

As a latecomer to the 31 Day Blog Challenge, I guess I'll just pick up where the other, more timely bloggers are at this moment: March 4th.  Best Childhood Memory.

I have so many to choose from, it's embarrassing.  I suppose though, that my best childhood memory is actually more of a conglomeration of memories all lumped together into one giant ball of "OMG, I remember this song/feeling/candy/tv show/friendship pin/gold shoe/pair of earrings"...etc.

The memories that continue to make me smile come from that far away land of "The 80's".

I could go on and on with memory after memory, but since boring you to tears is not the assignment for today's blog post, I'll randomly select one from the file. 


White Sugar Bunny Ornament.


 There once was a bunny made of sugar that hung from our Christmas tree every year.  He didn't look Christmas-y at all, just a 3/4" thick cookie cut-out rabbit silhouette with sculpted eyes and a nose highlighted with pink paint, but the sugar looked like glitter under the multi-colored lights on our tree and I adored that ornament. I remember sitting under the tree looking up at it, mesmerized at the way it caught the light.  It was definitely my favorite.


And that brings the "favorite childhood memory" bit to a close. 

Since tomorrow doesn't appear to be "sad shit that happened" day, I'll tell you now that Bunny met his demise the year our beloved cat Mittens peed in a box of ornaments.  If you haven't seen what happens to a sugar ornament when it meets cat pee, you're better off.   Poor little bunny.  What a way to go.



What's your favorite childhood memory?  

 




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