The pursuit of happiness: #10 and # 11 on my bucket list

Bloomberg Moves To Ban Sugary Drinks In NYC Restaurants And Movie Theaters

In the pursuit of creating the ultimate bucket list I have decided to tackle number ten and eleven on the list, which are essentially the same things. Number ten on my bucket list is to reduce my sugar intake and number eleven on my bucket list is to quit drinking all forms of soda.

Sugar in my household is abundant, my mother is a self proclaim sugar addict, whose teeth are rotten beyond repair. Growing up sugar was a source of comfort to her, although she does not say why that is. I know now that whenever me and brother are in the grocery line asking to take a couple of candy bars off the shelf of the store she, will not hesitate to say yes to us. And if she does say no to us, that is only because she will later take us to our local dollar store where we can essentially get more for a dollar.

We all know that sugar and soda together is America’s public enemy number one. It is hard to escape it’s addictive claws, the simple fact that it tastes extremely good, but I know that I must give them up as a lifestyle change. So to sugar and soda, you just made a life-long enemy.candy

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The pursuit of happiness

“The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.”
― Mark Twain

We all are promised the certainty of death, It is a well known fact that all creatures on planet Earth will head to a shallow grave; but we all travel different paths in order to reach our destiny. A bucket list is not merely a list of goals to accomplish before we die, because it is not know to us when the grim reaper will come. Will he come an hour from now, tomorrow, or ten years from now. A bucket list is list of goals to accomplish in the moment, because the next upcoming minute is not promised to us. Keeping this fact in the back of my brain I decided to compile a list of things I want to accomplish, and while I accomplish them I will be sure to keep a record of all the things I did with pictures to blog about them. This is part one of a long list of other parts to come: here is the first 50.

1. write a short story
2. create a sculpture
3. be a vegetarian for a month( this one is to say I did that once)
4. Graduate high school
5. attend my high school prom ( initially I said I did not want to go, but now I must)

6. say yes to everything for a day
7. finish my bucket list
8. run a 10 k
9. do 100 push-ups in a row
10. reduce my sugar intake

11. quit drinking all forms of soda
12. learn how to bake from scratch
13. teach myself how to paint
14. teach myself photography
15. become a food critic

16. learn how to swim
17. get accepted to college
18. attend a drive-in movie with friends
19. swim with dolphins( after I learn how to swim)
20. learn CPR

21. plant a tree
22. spend a day at the local farmers market
23. get a job
24. meet a best friend(hopefully)
25. have the world’s largest water balloon fight

26. buy a meal for a homeless person
27. get my ears pierced for a second time
28. run a marathon
29. teach a child how to tie his/her shoes
30. buy a polaroid

31. learn how to eat healthy for a long period of time
32. inspire someone
33. make my own granola bars
34. go camping
35. go bowling for the first time

36. sing karaoke in front of other people
37. go indoor rock climbing
38. solve a rubik’s cube
39. write a song
40. make my own pizza

41. study abroad
42. bake a pie from scratch
43. try a hookah
44. meet someone crazy enough that will let me plan their wedding
45. visit the Grand Canyon

46. make and fly my own kite
47. get a six pack
48. take a yoga class
49. start my own business
50. learn to sew

#Teamlightskin vs. #Teamdarkskin = #Teamhouseslave vs #Teamfieldhand

#Teamlightskin and #Teamdarkskin has become a meme over Facebook and twitter.

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Black people of different shades proudly post pictures of themselves proclaiming their lightness and or darkness without realizing that this is just racist and this issue has been around since slavery time. It is a fact that the usually light-skinned people during slavery were the house slave and the dark-skinned people were the field hands.
They don’t understand that, because duh black people can’t be racist, can they? Well of course they can be. This we call colorism, light-skinned people get stereotype as being beautiful despite facial features, and all dark-skinned people are automatically ugly.This is so not true. This caste system needs to stop…

This YouTube video touches on the subject much better…

10 Things I Want To Say To A Black Woman by Joshua Bennett

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All women are beautiful…

1. I wish I could put your voice in jar, wait for those lonely
winter nights when I forget what God sounds like, run to the
nearest maximum security prison and open it. Watch the notes
that bounce off the walls like ricocheted bullets, punching
keyholes into the sternums of every brother in the room,
skeletons opening, rose blossom beautiful to remind you that
the way to a black man’s heart is not through his stomach, it is
through the heaven in your ‘hello’; the echo of unborn galaxies
that pounces forth from your vocal cords, that melts ice grills
into oceans, baptizing our lips, and so harsh words fade from
our memories, and we forget why we stopped calling you
divine in the first place.

2. When I was born my mother’s smile was so bright, it knocked
the air from my lungs, and I haven’t been able to breathe right
since. It’s something about the way light dances off your
teeth, the way the moon gets jealous when you mock her
crescent figure with the shape of your mouth. Queen, you
make the sky insecure, self-conscious for being forced to
stare at your face every morning and realize that the blues of
her skin was painted by that symphony doing cartwheels on
your tongue.

3. Who else can make kings out of bastards, turn a fatherless
Christmas into a floor full of gifts and a kitchen that smells like
the Lord is coming tomorrow, and we must eat well tonight. I
used to think my sister was a blacksmith, the way she baked
fire and metal and made kitchen miracles at fourteen, making
enough food to feed a little boy who didn’t have the words to
say how much she meant to him back then, or enough backbone
to say so the day he turned twenty.

4. Your skin reminds me of everything beautiful I have ever
known: the colour of ink on a page, the earth we walk on and
the cross that hung my Saviour.

5. I’ve seen you crucified too, spread out on billboards to be
spiritually impaled by millions of men with eyes like nails, who
made mothers of your daughters; so I’m sorry for the music
deals, for Justin Timberlake at the Superbowl, and that young
man on the corner this morning, who made you undershade your
flesh and become invisible. Never doubt, he only insults you
because, men are confused. Now we are trained to destroy or
conquer everything we see from birth.

6. If I ever see Don Imus in public I will punch him in the face,
one time for every member of the Rutgers and Tennessee
Women Basketball Teams. Then I’ll show him a picture of
Phylicia Rashad, Assata Shakur, Arthur Kit, my mother, my
grandmother and my seven-year-old niece, who’s got eyes like
firebombs, and then dare him to tell me that black women are
only beautiful in one shade of skin.

7. You are like a sunrise in a nation at war; you remind people
that there is always something worth waiting up to.

8. When we are married I will cook, do the dishes and whatever
else it takes to let you know that traditional gender roles have
no place in the home we build; so my last name is an option,
babysitting the kids a treat we split equally, and our bed will be
an ancient temple where I construct altars of wax on the small
of your back. We make love like the sky is falling, moving to the
rhythm of bedsprings and Bell Biv DeVoe. Angels applauding in
unison, saying this is the way it was meant to be.

9. My daughter will know her father’s face from the day she is
born, and I can only pray that the superman complex lasts long
enough for me deflect the pain this world will aim at her from
the moment she is old enough to realize that the colour brown
is still not considered human most places. But my daughter will
have a smile like a wheelchair, and so even when I am at my
worst, when the Kryptonite of this putrid planet threatens to
render me grounded, the light dancing off of her teeth, will
transform the shards of my broken body into heart-shaped
blackbirds, taking flight on a wing that reminds me of my
Saviour’s hands, my daughter’s smile, my mother’s laugh when I
was in her womb.

10. Never stop pushing, this world needs you now more than
ever…

here’s a link to the video..

5 must watch spoken word videos from youtube:

Spoken word is a type of poetry that deals with current reference to current events.YouTube has a bunch of these videos that are inspiring o watch and move you emotionally below I have listed some of my favorite videos to watch.

1.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DwvdOum4ed0

2.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P0QiFy8dmX0

3.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IlJFvxad1_A&list=UUc4yillQaNo6a-iG2PYbbrA&index=20

4.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T1r_82UIAgo

5.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nOBja5WIX94&list=PL9471EC7EFD39EF93&index=26

6.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6gU7ItOxr9g

p.s number 3,5,6 are my top favorite, their are amazing!!

A Heartfelt Plea to Teens Everywhere: by whereasi

A Heartfelt Plea to Teens Everywhere

Posted on September 15, 2012 by whereasi

Read: My Story – How I Became A Grandmother Raising Grandchildren. Posted July 2012

A Heartfelt Plea to Teens Everywhere

For the past sixteen years I have been raising four developmentally disabled grandchildren, and while I love them dearly, the sacrifices I have had to make over those years have been challenging. When my adopted daughter, who is also disabled, was fifteen, she ran away from our home where she was greatly loved to be with a sixteen year-old boy with equally disabling challenges whom she thought she loved. The result of that union was a child, my first grandchild.

Their romance didn’t last and, when my daughter discovered she was pregnant, she asked to return home. That was the beginning of a great upheaval in my life which continues to this day, sixteen years later, as I now raise four of her children, all developmentally delayed and identified with various disabilities, these being: Intellectual Disability, ADHD, ODD, Foetal Alcohol Syndrome, severe behaviour problems, anxiety disorders, and learning disabilities.

After the birth of her first child, my daughter left home again and went on to give birth to a total of seven children over the next eight years. Over the course of that time, I applied for custody of four of them with each one of my grandchildren being placed in my care when just a few weeks of age. The youngest being a cocaine baby who experienced the trauma of being delivered in a toilet at her mother’s home. After numerous court appearances, assessments, and interviews, I was granted sole custody of each child before they reached the age of two. They have three more siblings out there somewhere that my grandchildren are not aware exist and will in all likelihood never meet.

While it’s not my intention to lay guilt trips or blame on anyone, please read the following brief list of changes that raising grandchildren has made to my life and then learn how it could all so easily have been avoided.

From the day I discovered my fifteen year-old daughter was pregnant:

It seemed the whole neighbourhood discovered it too, causing nasty gossip and speculation as to who the father was.


At first, my daughter asked to raise her child at home, but I soon found myself forced into a decision to register her in a group home for pregnant teens when at eight and a half months pregnant she was hanging out on the downtown streets, drinking and getting high with friends.


Although I was myself a single mother raising three children of my own, after causing my family much distress by running away from home, my daughter, on learning she was pregnant, decided to come back home and have the child. As the father was, by that time, out of the picture I was naturally expected by the public health nurse to be my daughter’s coach during the delivery of my first grandchild.


While my daughter was registered in the group home I visited her daily and invested time in attending meetings around her, and her child’s, future.


Due to her decision to return home after giving birth, there was endless baby items to purchase. Naturally, due to her young age, this financial burden was placed upon my shoulders.


For the short time she returned home with her baby, she was visited weekly by a parents’ aide during which time I was expected to be supportive of her attempts to parent, despite her disabilities which invariably challenged both her ability and desire to be a mother, which led to my having to complete the parenting tasks myself.


When the few weeks she decided to parent came to an end, the CAS informed me that my daughter’s son would have to be placed in foster care. At the time, my daughter asked me to seek custody of my grandson.


When I informed the CAS I had decided to seek custody I was subject to an assessment, police check, regular visits to my home by a caseworker, a financial assessment by legal aid, and a consultation with a lawyer who put forth a plan of care on my behalf.


Within weeks, the child was placed in my care and my daughter left home again. While I parented her child she lived at various friend’s homes or on the street. During this time, she was held at knife point by one so-called friend.


A year later, I learned she was pregnant again by a different man.


By the time her first child was three and a half, she had given birth to another child who was ultimately adopted, and was pregnant with her third child of whom I took custody.


Less than one year later, her fourth child came along of whom I took custody, followed by her fifth child who was adopted out, followed by her sixth child of whom I took custody, until finally she had her seventh child who the CAS allowed her to keep.


Throughout this time I learned that all four children suffered with various disabilities and for the past sixteen years have been involved with their special needs 24/7.

It’s almost impossible to describe how emotional these past sixteen years have been, so I will simply close by encouraging sexually active TEENS everywhere to practice birth control. I cringe at the thought that all it would have taken to avoid my becoming a grandmother raising grandchildren was the use of birth control pills by my daughter, or condoms by the children’s fathers. Such a simple task overlooked by so many TEENS who honestly believe becoming a parent will not happen to them.

Please visit:

http://challengedhope.wordpress.com/2012/09/15/a-heartfelt-plea-to-teens-everywhere/

for more information

Why I hate religon, but love Jesus

Recently I have watched a YouTube video made by a young man whose screen name is bball1989 (look him up on YouTube). He wrote a poem about his love of Jesus, but his hatred of religion. He made very good points in his video about religion aiding people to help and create war, and how the churches condemned Jesus. It made me think that you don’t have to be associated with being a catholic,or a christian to love and serve God and Jesus. After all churches are man-made institutions, they created the idea that not attending church would be sinful, I mean you can worship and praise in the comfort of your own home. And the hypocritically judgemental, people who attend church is astounding. They are the ones twerking and shaking their butts in the clubs on Saturday, but then come Sunday morning put on their holier than thou act for the morning service. but then we say we are all sinners, and hey who im I to judge im only human. Please watch the video: he’s a very talented artist, who is passionate about his topics! here is a link to the video

feel free to comment, and let me know what do you guys think about the video, the subject etc..