35. Perform a random act of kindness

You know what? I have no idea exactly what defines a random act of kindness. Oh, I know what all the words mean and I certainly understand the meaning behind it but I wasn't sure, once I actually wrote it down, how to record it. Because it I do something that i think is just a random act of kindness and then i go an record it, does that mean it wasn't REALLY random because my subconscious was driving me to do something so I would be able to cross if off my list? So therefore, is it no longer random?

Ah the philosophical ramblings...

So, I think this could be a random act of kindness. And, this one might appear several times between now and the day of the big 4-OH.

Curly made me a couple of adorable little hats. They're crocheted beanie caps with a flower on them. I love 'em and wear them around when not in schools (can't wear even decorative hats in school...).

Anyway, I was wearing one into Starbucks one day and the barista, Beth, really liked it. I went in another time and she was working and went on and on about how much she liked that one, too. She looked at them and the flower and wondered how hard it would be to make one.

So the next time I went to that Starbucks, I just brought one of mine along, one that Daddy-O made. I left it at the front counter. Beth wasn't working but the manager on duty said she would give it to her when she came in next. I didn't leave my name or a card or anything, just the hat.

The one I left for her looks very similar to this:


She has long, thick curly black hair and she's very bohemian- you can tell from the way she dresses and I've seen her about town so it's befitting of her, I think, from what I've seen her in before (yeah, I know- how bohemian can you be in a Starbucks uniform?). And I think with all her dark hair and olive complexion, the red would be stunning.

I hope she likes it!

Maggie

The thing about love is...

that I don't know anything about love. I know what I think I want but I have no idea if that's realistic.

I do know some stuff. I know, for example, that there must be someone for everyone, or else people settle. Or they're desperate. I was at the video store last night and there was a couple walking in the door while I was waiting to check out. They were both really tall, like "take a second look at those really tall people" sort of tall. Then he was totally goofy looking. They were both a bit overweight, and with the extra weight and the height, they were sort of funny shaped. And she didn't have on a bra and was wearing a man's tank top undershirt (think "wife beater" style) and it was about 49 degrees out. Nipples the size of Texas. But my point it, the couple that looked like that, they still found each other. They were hugging and kissing on each other, and grabbing and giggling and laughing. It was nauseating. But somewhere out there the cosmos came together and brought these two each other.

I think what made my brain start working is the break up with ITSam. Princess and Mac were talking about him today, and how glad they were that we broke up. Other than both of them thinking he was a 'creeper' and that he had a dorky laugh, they also gave me an earful about his looked. They said he had a pointy head, and he scowled all the time. They said his ears stuck out. They also pointed out his gut and his man-boobs, and the large amount of body hair swirling everywhere; he had nasty back hair. I had no idea.... When they point it all out, I can see it (OMG- even the pointy head!!!) but why did I have to have two teenagers explain this to me?

Could this be why people looked at us oddly, sometimes, when we went out?

Yes, I know that looks shouldn't matter. But it does give one pause. I also think I'm no great shakes in the looks department myself. But both of these kids said I could do much better in the looks department with a guy as long as I don't want a super model. Okay. They think I am pretty enough to catch a guy who is at least "cute". Rather than someone like ITSam who they compared to a rat or Shrek.

The odd thing is that I never really gave it all that much thought. I have no idea what this says about me. I do know now that we've broken up with each other lots of people are asking or insinuating "what did you see in him". Some come right out and ask awhile others hint around but want to know the same thing.

This is one of those posts that I'm not sure of its purpose. I just strung all this together because it all happened yesterday and it seems there's some sort of lesson to be learned here, or something I should heed in my future dating. Or it's just the thoughts of a rambling single blogger.

Maggie

And while this had nothing to do with love or looks, here is the hat that I finished that's two tone. (For those of you who read yesterday, you know what I'm talking about.) I started with the yellow that's at the bottom, ran out of it, and finished it with the color. I'm actually liking how it turned out. I'm going to beg Curley to make (or show me how) a "pompom" to go on the top! I folded the bottom, giving it the "hat band" look but it doesn't have to be worn that way. it could just be pulled on and then the bottom with curl or roll naturally.

"Flow it, Show it! Long as I can grow it my HAIR!"~ Hair

If hair hating were an Olympic sport I would win gold medal. I am STILL hating my hair, after the most recent BAD cut that I got a few weeks ago!

Right now, the top layer (can't believe I layers, that stupid haircutting witch) is curling.... outward. Some of the time. Then the other times it's curling--- any damn direction is wants to curl. I hate it. I'm still wearing head scarves and headbands.

Daddy-O HATES the hairbands. Like I care but of course that's in the back of my head every time I put one on.

I put product in and try to use the blow dryer and sometimes it works and other times, not so much. And when it doesn't work, I have three choices: 1) deal with it the way it is; 2) wet it down and start all over again; or 3) place a paper bag on my head.

Today was a really baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad hair day, can you tell? I had it flipping out on one side of the top layers, and the bottom side of the other side of my head was flipping out. I had a flat section in the front and my sideburns area (where I don't really have any sideburns) were... smushed. NOTHING helped the hair today- the only option was either #3 or go to school looking stupid. Since a paper bag would be considered "distracting to the classroom learning process" according to the handbook, I went with looking stupid.

I hate my hair right now. Really really hate it. I mean I hate my hair so much that if hate were people I'd be China.

Mags

On another note....

Satchels and Shoes presents: shoes and a millinery

These are my Halloween flip-flops. I love these shoes, with their cute candy corns. I wore them for about three hours yesterday but then it was so cold, I needed read shoes. I hunted high and low for Halloween toe socks but couldn't find any locally- if I wanted them I was gonna have to order them but they wouldn't arrive before Halloween, darn it! (daddy-O and I found some super cute ones that were black, silver, orange and white striped knee toe socks on eBay but neither he nor I were smart enough to figure out paypal and stuff to make it work to order them, darn it!)

And I don't have a Halloween purse, though I could've just featured a black one- goddess know I have enough of them-, I thought it might be fun to share with you my Halloween hat I wore with the flip-flops (and I wore this when I answered the door to pass out candy to the kids). You know, keeping in the spirit of All Hallow's Eve.

Hope your night was spook-tacular!
Maggie Mae