Be true to your authentic self even if your shoes have splatters of paint…
It brings happiness to the soul.
How do you find that self?
Go back to your childhood and remember back what you played when you were free to do anything you wanted. And discover a version of it now.
This is me completing a mural for the children’s area at the homeless shelter right before winter. A group of children began it this past summer…
Posting dating ideas to support the fun of being kind:
Here is today’s RAK Date Ideas:
THEME: Be Kind to workers and places you normally go
Date #1: MAKE A DAY! a. Fill your post box with colorful post-its telling you postal worker 20 plus reasons why you appreciate them. b. Purchase a $10 gift card to a favorite beverage establishment and tape it to your trash can for your trash collector. c. Play games at your local grocers or Walmart by gathering carts by having races to the holders, having one person get inside and the other push as you bring them closer to the gathering places and while at it pass out starbursts or happy thoughts on post-its to people in the parking lot. d. Take the train or bus? Change seats at every stop and put post-it’s with uplifting thoughts on seats or windows for people to find. e. Be a secret messenger in your circle of the day to someone who you think may not usually get a thank you, a nice card or treat and doorbell ditch, cubicle ditch, office ditch, or drop it off with the doorman. The treats can be small plants, candy bars, a box of crayons and color book, etc… Here’s a list of some of those people: those people who have to sit in huts to collect money for parking lots or traffic to pass, Your cleaners, the receptionist at the gym, your dentist, or pediatrician, your vet receptionist, mail carrier, garbage collector, gardeners, teachers and their assistants, principals, traffic police, crossing guards, grocery store baggers, train conductors, uber drivers, bus drivers, security guards…Make it fun!
Date #2: HOMELESS BAGS: Purchase: pint size freezer bags. Choose what type of bags you would like to create for homeless people that you would random encounter. Create 10 treat bags. Here are some ideas: Grooming bags: travel size tooth paste, and brushes, comb, shampoo, or soap. Warm Bag: Hand or feet warmers, mittens, hot chocolate packs (just add water kind). Treat pack: random wrapped candies, granola, small beef jerky’s. Divvy out with your date and either keep in your cars for when you see someone, or drive around and pass them out.
Date #3: Pay for the people behind you. (A drive through works great) Go to a place you normally go to eat and pay for people behind you. Tell the cashier that you want to watch how they respond. This is so fun!
Date #4: Thank Service Workers: Fire men and Police appreciate treats. Go buy a Costco Pie, or a plate of cookies. or better yet a whole freezer Lasagne and drop it off with a big note saying THANK-YOU!
Date #5: Buy a huge bouquet of inexpensive flowers. (Carnations) Walk around with your date and pass out flowers to people. While you do ask them to tell you something unique about them.
Date#6: Go to an arcade with a ton of quarters and pass them out for anyone to play.
Posting dating ideas to support the fun of being kind:
Here is today’s RAK Date Ideas:
THEME: Be Kind To Animals
Bird feeder date: A. Pool your money and go to, Walmart, Home Depot or Lowe’s and purchase one inexpensive bird feeder (or as many as you want), a bag of bird seed, and twine or thin rope. (And/or optional a little hook holder stake that you can push into the ground with your foot. It looks like one of those shepherds crooks but its metal and can hold the feeder). B. Now the fun part. Look for a place where people can watch the birds come feed. Ideas: A Kindergarten window at a school, (ask first), a window or garden at a senior center, a Big tree where you get food at college or gather with friends at a park, a place where people sit for a bus or stop to rest from jogging… and place it there. C. In a few days go and refill it…You get an automatic second date out of this!
Doggy Park date: Go to Walmart or a grocery store and buy some doggy treats that contain bacon. Find the local doggy park and be the dog candy passer outer. Be sure to tell people this is for RAK and ask permission to feed the dogs. The dogs will love you and you will have a blast getting licked to death with your date. Then go eat bacon cheese burgers at Carl’s Jr.
Gather a bunch of old towels from your neighborhood and go buy cat and dog treats (always treats with bacon for the dogs.) Tell people the towels are for the local vets and animal shelter. Drop off the towels to the Vets or take direct to your local Animal Shelter. Then ask if you can volunteer for a few hours for RAK week. Play with the animals for awhile and pass out your treats you bought.
At a local park, pick up trash. Buy a small bag of birdseed and just spread it around the bottom of trees. Make a place clean for animals. Then have a picnic.
I support innocent/getting-to-know-you dating. It’s fun.
During Random Acts of Kindness week, the acts of kindness do not have to be big. Do small acts with someone you want to get to know better. It is a great way to have fun together…
BTW my boys: Being kind to animals was one of the things to look for….remember that road trip conversation…
Do simple things to make a difference for kindness.
Be kind to animals
Be kind to the earth
Be kind to workers
Be kind to places you regularly go
Be kind in your family
Be kind on social media
Be kind to your sweetheart
Be kind to yourself
It makes you and others feel GREAT!
I am so clever to write a tongue-in-cheek blog post about my grandchild and his ability to torture his parents through lack of sleep. https://jennifercalvertedwards.wordpress.com/2017/01/24/why-fight-the-battle-of-wits/
I pat myself on the back for being wise and experienced about “handling” sleep deprivation with little tots and giving silly solutions to make us laugh at something that is real.
But there is no laughing as I try to find serious solutions to my own sleep deprivation dilemma with a grown up spouse that has loud, gross, strange, and a plethora of sounds emerging from his throat every single time he sleeps…and I don’t.
When the snoring first began I was a patient, dear wife and gently tapped his little shoulder on occasion to gently nudge him to switch positions. He would and I would peacefully nod off…sometimes!
As years went by the shoulder shaking and poking began.
He would say, “What?” In that groggy sleep voice, and I would whisper through my teeth, “Stop snoring!”
No amount of pushing, nose plugging, head moving, or pillow covering can muffle the sound of snoring. It is surround-sound magnified. It is like a sonic boom that moves and shakes the windows in our house and shingles on our roof every single night.
Over the years solutions would show up. Several plastic mouth guards through catalogs that you mold in hot water. A chin thing, scammed from facebook, that was expensive and I think could also curb extra chin fat but seriously choked. (No refund) Higher pillows, a sound machine, and the hole in my ear getting larger because my finger gets deeper and deeper, but nothing easy or free ever works…
It gives me evil thoughts…no lie.
Last night I could feel the vomit welling up in my throat as I listened to a new sound when the uvula took on flem and saliva as dance partners in the back of his. He choked and squeaked moving fluids around from the back of his mouth then burst out air every 7 seconds. I know it was seven because I counted. He was in dream land and solidly sleeping. I was not!
Gees, I’ll take Pip’s opera yelling and early risings over this any day! He’s two. A man’s throat should know better for heavens sakes!
I have felt the bed lift when his diaphragm gasps in a full on snort, and have it thump down again when he blasts out air from his throat shooting the cough drop he fell asleep with on his tongue, clear across the room to hit the mirror. NO LIE!
Sometimes he squeaks air in like he is breathing through a coffee straw and then chokes and gasps, coughs a little then blows air out. (Who knows what is being hacked across the room…I block that from my mind and simply don’t look in the morning!)
He bellows air in like scraping metal boxes over a cement floor and then blasts air out over and over and over. You can honestly hear it rooms away.
He has woken himself up by his snoring and he laughs at such a rare and beautiful talent.
Oh dear God, he’s got Sleep Apnea!
Do ya think?
My poor darling must not be getting a good sound sleep each night with all that stuff going on! Poor thing.
Oh, I guarantee he’s sleeping just fine. I know I watch.
Yep…sleep deprivation is a sign of torture.
The sounds of snoring are high, oh so very high on that list!
I slept clear across the house with my pillow over my head and a seat belt on.
On December 1 of 2016, I joined in with a que of people getting their foreheads stamped ‘Bad Mood’ as I shuffled into the city courthouse assembly hall praying to be exempt while serving Jury Duty. Random people slowly would get up, purposely look at all of us pathetic non-exemptees still seated, and smirk while they got their special wet wipe to clean the “bad mood” stamp off their foreheads. They received their check-mark that they fulfilled their duty, and left to go on with their day.
I did not get off so easy. I was voir dired and accepted for a civil case which would begin Dec. 7 and anticipated until Dec. 15!
I celebrate and put on the production called Christmas with 16 people anticipated to come stay at my house for the holidays. Is that not a good enough exemption?
They did not even take that bait.
The day of the trial we were walked through special locked doors by the judge’s clerk who would be our “lock and key” for the time we were there. We were taken up to the seventh floor and then locked into a room with a table, chairs, a view of buildings and two bathrooms. The jury sat in silence staring at phones. We were not allowed to speak about anything to each other, so at first we did not. I, of course, pulled out treats to share because I am a mother and that is what we do when there is a gathering…(I promise I did not pull out my signature sugar cookies decorated with sprinkles at this time just “safe” clementines that could go through the metal detectors with out freaking everyone out.)
The trial began. Eight of us listened carefully the first day to the Plaintiff Attorney present the reasoning behind the case. We examined the plaintiff closely and watched her every move. The defendant attorney the same. All the people she brought were closely seated and perfectly dressed.
As we watched we did what normal human people do.
We began to judge and critique. We looked at hair styles. We looked at clothes. We watched how people would talk with their hands, or look down, or speak softly or assertive. We began to dislike some of the witnesses while like others. We began to question and wonder and ask ourselves why. All done privately within our own minds.
We would walk back and forth from the court room to the jury room to the court room to the jury room without speaking a word to each other about anything involving the case.
And then deliberations began and two jurors were dismissed. The six of us could finally break the silence.
We tentatively voiced our opinions. Some said yes for the plaintiff some said no. Women against men; at first. We talked and evaluated and tried to recall all the information given for support and for defense. We disagreed often. We agreed sometimes. We allowed everyone to speak. Always gave respect even if opinions did not match. This went on and on and on for days.
Then, a very unique thing began to happen between us. We began to feel weighted down by this taken-for-granted job called “jury.” We began to understand the severity of this huge responsibility that we did not plan for.This was not a social event sharing cupcakes; which we did. We were making a decision about peoples lives. All this was up to what we said! What we decided would directly affect an outcome that would be costly and challenging and personal.
WE WERE THE JUDGES. (*gulp)
And all of a sudden we stopped talking so much. We were pensive and careful. Our casual judgments and critiques became more thoughtful. We got along better. We were sensitive when emotional outbursts arose. We respected opinions even if we were not all in sync. We really really examined as best as we could. And then we tried to make the right choice which we would all agree. This is not easy. But we still all felt terribly anxious. After the verdict was given, the judge came in to speak with us in the jury room and allowed us to ask questions. He acknowledged and understood personally the magnitude of the position we held and how we were feeling.
The outcome is not important. What is clear to me is being a judge is sensitive business. We often judge quickly without thinking carefully. At least I do.
I learned a lot with jury duty and I have to say I came away with new eyes. I have a whole new respect for the judicial system in this country. It is a huge responsibility to judge another human being.
I feel none of us is truly qualified.