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

EPIPHANY

 
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I have recently came to a somewhat terrifying realization these past few months, which was that I’ve been been alive for seventeen years.  Seventeen years, almost two decades and you would think that the fact that I’m getting old would resognate with me and depress me, but no sadly it has not.I’ve seem to have suddenly realize that I have absolutely no major accomplishments in my life (I’m not even a high school graduate, yet). There’s no brag worthy moments that I can rub in peoples faces by saying, “see I’ve been there, done that.”
     
With this little self conclusion,it has not made loose “my purpose in life”, it only opened my eyes to the fact that I have not gained that purpose yet, I’m sort of like a late bloomer in a way; if your were to ask me the millom dollar question that had been directed towards everyone at omg point in their life time, “what do you want to do with your life?” My honest answer would be that I have no idea. Life if long, and I certainly don’t want to make a rash decision, and feel as if I have to uphold that one decision to the point where I have to honor and carry out that one decision and spite commitment to it.( yup, I’m that kind of person).
     So I’ve decided to pave my own path into self discovery, and the best way I figure how to do that is to make an awesome bucket list of things I want and hope to accomplishe through out my lifetime. It going to be  almost like living my life through a bucket list…..
      

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

Malala Yousafzai – A Symbol Of Courage

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According to Jimi Hendrix, “When the power of LOVE overcomes the love of POWER, the world will know PEACE.” – such humble words underpinning a compelling, hopeful message. Words, no matter how simple, can speak volumes. Words can inspire. Words can be the catalyst for change.

This brings me to the story of Malala Yousafzai, a 14 year old Pakistani girl, described as a peace activist, who was shot in the head by Taliban extremists, merely for fighting for what should be every child’s right – to be educated.

Since 2007, Malala’s hometown of Swat has been infiltrated by the Taliban regime, which has set about imposing their will on residents through the use of fear and intimidation1. Under Taliban rule, “men have been forced to grow beards, opponents of their beliefs are beheaded and women are prevented from going to the market”2. Furthermore, “schools have…

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Women of the week

                                                                                                                                                                                                              Whitney Kropp is one of those teens who was an outcast at Ogemaw Heights High School in Michigan. So all the bullies thought it would be just hilarious to vote for her as the home-coming court as a joke; the bullied teen told the Today show that she was always made fun of for being “different”. She wears black clothes, and sports unusual hairstyles that made her stand out from the others. She was “thrilled” when she discovered that she was nominated to be on the home-coming court. But then it was revealed to her that it was a joke-“Some kids thought it would be funny to put me in there as a joke, to make fun of me,” she told the “Today” show. She is having the last laugh now, she intends on showing up to homecoming with her head held up high. Her town showed they support, she dines for free at a local restaurant, and her hair and make up are also for free. Also the bonus of being on the Today show.  The women of the week goes to Whitney Kropp, for keeping her head up high when others taunted and bullied her. and for standing up to all of the bullies when she could have taken the easy way out. She not only is beautiful, intelligent, but also strong.

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Women of the week

Happy Monday everyone, it’s a beautiful morning and honestly I don’t understand why Monday’s get a bad reputation. Why do people hate Monday’s? If anyone can explain this to me please feel free to do so. Anyways I was reading a fascinating blog about a woman name Lizzie Velasquez, who was born without Adipose tissue (body fat), which is a condition  that is so rare that only two other people in the world is known to have this condition. She has been taunted, bullied and cyber bullied on the internet. On YouTube she was named the worlds ugliest women, and one person even commented that she should go kill herself. But she did not let the that stop her from being the best that she can be, she is now a 23-year-old college student, a motivational speaker, and a published  author. And when people stare at her, she wants to go up and tell them to stop staring and start learning. So in honour of her I have started a new event on my blog nameD: Women of the week, to honour inspirational, successful, beautiful, women who’s stories will inspire all of us men and women alike to be the best person we can be.

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