Carrot Cake, Anyone?


So I’m leading this Acts of Kindness group at my church, and in an effort to find a different kind of act of kindness, I discovered that today is National Carrot Cake Day. Well, who knew such a day existed? As it happens, there are all kinds of weird National Days we are going to have fun with.

Yesterday I started my quest to purchase a carrot cake to give away. Turns out, finding a carrot cake is a tad more difficult than I thought it would be. One place used to have a huge, delicious, reasonably priced carrot cake, but they now have a much smaller, not as beautiful one for $17.98. Um, no. To the side were cupcakes with a couple of carrot cake cupcakes mixed in, but I wanted all carrot cake cupcakes.

Today, I called a local place, but carrot cake has to be special ordered. Hmmm. I’m thinking they should have had some for this National Carrot Cake Day.

I could have baked carrot cake or cupcakes at home like one of my more industrious group members did–way to go!–but that would have required baking. Didn’t happen.

Finally, I went to Publix and got the beauty you see above. To make it even better, when I was checking out, I asked the nice lady ringing it up if she liked carrot cake. She exclaimed, “I LOVE carrot cake, and this is the best!”

“It’s yours,” I said.

Of course she wanted to know why, so I told her it is National Carrot Cake Day, and I wanted her to have it. Her face beamed.

I love it when all the parts of an act of kindness come together so well.

Now go eat some carrot cake.

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Random Act of Kindness #42


Be a Designated Driver

For a friend.

For a family member.

For anyone.

I can’t stress strongly enough what a lifesaver this random act of kindness is.

People I know killed by drinking or drunk drivers:

A close friend in high school, along with her sister, mother, and father.

My good friend from church. She left behind a husband and four children.

My nephew.

I offer this act of kindness to everyone I know. There is no reason to EVER drink and drive.

Call a cab.

Call a friend.

Sleep where you are.

Please do this one.

Save your life. Or your child’s life. Or your spouse’s life. Or my life.

Thank you.

Randomly Kind


This is Random Acts of Kindness Week, so in the spirit of things, I’m trying to be randomly kind.

Yesterday, I was not so kind to DH because I forgot it was Monday which means I forgot it was WWE night, and I hogged the remote control making him endure such things as The Big Bang Theory reruns, The Voice, and Storage Wars. I’m sure he didn’t mind Storage Wars, but for him WWE would have been better.

I did score a kindness act when I picked up GG#1 and brought her to my house to make Valentine cookies for her friends.

Scan of a Valentine greeting card dated 1909.

Image via Wikipedia

I extended that kindness into today when I took the extra cookies we baked to my colleagues, completed with a heart-shaped chocolate and dorky Valentine card stapled to the Ziploc bag.

I failed in the random kindness today at lunch when I griped to DH about the server taking away my lemon wedge that I had set aside for later use when my water would be refilled.

I scored in random kindness this evening when the pizza guy brought the delivery for the grandgirls. Actually, ordering pizza for them should amp me up on the kindness meter in and of itself. Anyway, I gave him more than the delivery tip they had factored in, and I gave him four yummy chocolate hearts. He really did seem to appreciate them.

I’ve done the random acts of kindness/pay it forward things in the past, but I always drift away from it. Why? Who knows? I really like doing it.

If you want to participate, you can go to Random Acts of Kindness for ideas–anything from leaving 10 bucks on a gas pump to letting go of any number of things that bother you. Or, you can do a search on it and get more suggestions than you can ever fulfill.

Even though doing random kind acts for a lifetime is the best, just doing them for this week is a fabulous start.