Friday is my birthday, and I want something from you.
Each of you.
All of you.
Whether you work down the hall from me, or across Portland; whether you live in Seattle, Salem or Los Angeles; regardless of whether you are in Minnesota, Pennsylvania, Nevada, Idaho or even the UK, I would like you to do me a favor.
Just one simple thing.
Sometime on Friday, at any time of the day, I would like you to go out of your way to do one good thing.
Sure, you probably do good things all the time, but I mean one extra, unexpected, consciously executed good thing. It does not have to be big. In fact, it can be rather small.
Call your mom. Have lunch with your kid. Make a donation. Help an old lady across the street. Adopt an orphan. I don't care.
Maybe you are a regular reader, or maybe you just popped in from Google on a search for "Pepperocinis" or "Assapalooza." Maybe you comment every day. Maybe you have silently lurked for months, never knowing quite what to say.
Well, here is you chance to participate.
If you feel like it, once you have done your good deed, I would invite you to ANONYMOUSLY share with the rest of us what you did.
Yes, yes, I'm turning into a big hippie pussy. Bite me. Go do a good thing.
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I plan to send all the starbuck cards I got for Christmas to someone I know who loves coffee.
ReplyDeleteI said a prayer
ReplyDeleteI gave my youngest some me time.
ReplyDeleteWe went to see Happy Feet, had a MaccyDs and shopped and bought her a new outfit
I called my grandmother - my Nana. I wasn't planning on calling and I did not call her on Christmas. Thanks for the prompting.
ReplyDeleteI called my grandfather and actually listened to him for a few minutes. Thanks to your suggestion I now know the proper blend of prune juice and milk of magnesia required for maximum results. Gee, thanks. I know he appreciated the phone call though, so I guess your mission was accomplished.
ReplyDeleteI gave flowers to all the people stuck with me in the office on the Friday of Christmas week. Plus, one to a woman with a broken leg waiting for a bus on the street.
ReplyDeleteWe washed oursleves. Made a lot of people happy.
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday, hippy pussy.
I spent some quality time with the kids and plan on putting them to bed early to spend quality time with my hubby
ReplyDeleteI sent someone a nice mail
ReplyDeleteI made a donation to Doernbecher Children's Hospital and I'm going to make sure my company matches the gift. I believe you mentioned it in your list of charities that you support and I wanted the good deed to go towards something you believe in.
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday!
I ate my dinner on my bathroom floor because my son wanted me to stay with him while he was in the bathtub. He then told me all about his day. He also told me that next year he starts first grade and that there are twelve grades. He let out a big sigh and said "I have a long way to go to be a grown-up." It was nice to remember feeling like that as a kid and to be reminded of how great being a kid really is.
ReplyDeleteHappy birthday, dumbass.
Well, check you guys out! I'm very pleased. I'm basking in the karmic glow...
ReplyDeleteSo much for a selfless act. Who knew you would be basking in ill-gotten karmic glow by coercing your friends to think that you were a big hippy pussy.
ReplyDeleteI kicked a puppy and pushed over an old lady just to fuck you over. So part of your basking in "karmic glow" is your enjoyment of the pain and suffing of others.
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Great. I stubbed my toe getting out of bed. I blame you.
ReplyDeleteI shot a hobo. It made the rich lady in the fur coat from whom he was begging for a quarter very happy.
ReplyDeleteAnd that, by the way, is what we call a "karmic pretzel."
ReplyDeleteDo karmic pretzels come with kosher salt?
ReplyDeleteI choose to remain calm in the face of incompetance at my pediatricians office when Dr. I'm Berry Happy To Be Here" came in to diagnose my daughter's ear infection....instead of leaving after the first three sentences I didn't understand.
ReplyDeleteI pleasured myself.
ReplyDeleteI thought about an ugly person as a sex object while pleasuring myself.
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I mailed myself to someone.
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