Week #35: Perfectly flawed

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Week #34: Boy-quets

“No, really. Just do it. You have some kind of weird reasons that are okay.”—Paul Thomas Anderson

I don’t typically wear makeup because I value any amount sleep more than being sort of cuter (& blinking 10 times more frequently because my eyes are irritated). But as a girl, I’m glad it’s socially acceptable to have the option of painting my face sans being an extra in Braveheart or supporting my favorite sports team. Being a woman isn’t easy (reportedly, neither so is being a man), but we do have some awesome perks. We can choose pants or skirts, no problem (though Scottish men have got me there too), be enchanted by butterflies, rock a Bedazzler & a table saw, & chocolate? Can guys lay claim to an entire flavor—bacon doesn’t count, it’s God’s gift to everybody—but I think you get my point. Girls have it pretty lucky. We get to be pretty, pretty princesses & boys are generally supposed to spend money on us.

One of my guy friends recently gave me a book for my birthday with 1,000 ideas for AN52 things in it. So, as the last hours of the week approached without a project, I flipped through the pages & stumbled across one that was coincidentally poetic. Add to the fact that same guy friend wasn’t having the best day & I had to get groceries anyway, I bucked the norm, did what the book said & bought the boy a bouquet.

For such a small thing, I definitely got some good experience out of it. First of all, what flowers to choose? Piddly flowers wouldn’t do; like a floppy-armed hug, that would just kind of say, I don’t really want to do this. But an extravagant bouquet would be weird(er). I ended up picking some brightly dyed daisies with a majority of blue blooms (hehe—blue blooms—I like that), figuring it was a neutral-ish bouquet. I stopped by his house on the way home & his dad let me in. I explained to his parents what I was doing & also bribed them with ice cream so they wouldn’t feel left out. Waiting for him to come downstairs, I felt kind of strange standing there holding the flowers. All of the examples from history & cinema of such moments were running through my head & it seemed as if I was breaking some unwritten girl code. Luckily, he didn’t think it was (too) weird & no womaninjas came out of the woodwork to see that it never happened again. The weirdness feeling was gone (smiles will do that) & it was just good to see a friend having a little better day because of something goofy.

As one of my smaller, yet weirder AN52 projects, I think I’ll brand ‘Bouquets for Boys’ as a success. Flowers make almost all people smile & I like that—I think this perks sharing thing might become a habit. But chocolate’s still just for girls!

Week #29: The best kind of thanks

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Silent gratitude isn’t much use to anyone. – G.B. Stern

As a girl, chocolate is one of my favorite things. As an artist, color is one of my favorite things. As a 20-something, the Internet is one of my things. (Un)fortunately, there’s something that feeds all of these addictions; it’s called Pinterest (or as my mom says, “Pin-interest”. In case you’re not familiar, Pinterest is a wonderful, horrible black hole of creativity & awesomeness that can make an hour go by faster than a scared cat. I love it 🙂 Lately, I’ve been trying my hand at some of the recipes that I’ve pinned & have been pleasantly surprised at the results. 1,000-layer chocolate chip cookies, lazy cake cookies & Nutella cookies have all fallen before my new found prowess, muah ha ha.

But the downside of learning you have baking as a new semi-secret power is that then you have a huge amount of tempting goodies lying around calling out to be eaten. Sooo, to quiet tiny cookie voices, I decided to give them away. To whom?, you might ask. Why not me?, you might also ask, but I think I chose some worthy recipients—members of the Olathe Fire Department. Especially since they had to go out on a call today when the high was 98 degrees F.

I had first thought to take something to the police, but upon consulting Google, I discovered they aren’t allowed to accept anything not prepackaged. With that in mind, I decided to call the fire station before stopping by in case they had similar rules. The man who answered identified himself as Anderson & when I asked if I could bring something by, he responded so enthusiastically, it just made my day. After trying to make sure there was enough variety (I used all of the recipes listed above, though the lazy cake cookies became blueberry cake cookies, & also made peanut butter cookies), I drove over only to find that they were out on a call. A second try worked & the men of station 4 were super sweethearts. They laughed at my bad jokes as I experienced of one of my rare shy spells. This was my first time ever taking something to our public servants & it’s been one of the best experiences I’ve had all month. Thanks, guys!

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