Monthly Archives: August 2012

Wake up, it’s time for School!

School starts on Tuesday (duh) and I realized some of the items on my list were ongoing, so I need to update on how those went! Here it is:

#6. Wake up every morning before 7:30 am.

It happened. Guys, it actually happened. I managed to drag my bleary self out of bed for the majority of the summer before 7:30. Success is sweet!

#19. Do 100 sit-ups every day.

Again, it actually happened. Do I have a six-pack yet? No, but hey maybe one day right?

#71. Walk el perro (dog) every day.

Except for a few burning hot humid days, Aud and me got in a daily walk pretty regularly.

#77. Go to the gym regularly/run regularly to get in shape for soccer.

It happened. Sort of. ūüôā

#78. Take a picture every day of summer.

Completed!

#79. Go to the pool a ton. Perfect my cannonball.

My cannonball is the talk of the town, for your information.

#80. Get a dark tan.

Eh, not as dark as I would have liked, but I’ll take it over the sickly pallor I had before.

#93. Spend as much time outside as possible.

97.6% of my summer was spent outdoors.

#99. Actually do my chores.

My mother is happy that this one worked out.

So there you have it guys! I decided this post would be best if I kept it as short and sweet as possible. Sorry if I disappointed you. As for whether I shall keep this blog going, I’ve not decided yet. We’ll see where life takes me.

May the summer be ever in your favor,

Meagan


#116. Have an impact on someone’s life.

What does it mean to have an impact on someone’s life?

If you had asked me this question at the beginning of summer I would have immediately answered that to have an impact on someone’s life you would need to do something drastic, something that would change that person’s life forever.

However about mid-way through summer I came to the stunning realization that every interaction I have, in some way leaves an impact. Take the little girls at camp, maybe my impact on them wasn’t life-lasting, but for a week I made something of an impact on their life. Perhaps something I said encouraged them to do or try something new, or maybe my impact was even smaller than that. Whatever the case may be I still made an impact. With this epiphany I had, I realized that my actions have consequences and those consequences impact people I know directly. With this realization I decided to take care and think before saying or doing something I regret. This way the small impacts I leave will be positive and not negative.

However aside from making small impacts everyday I also made an impact like my first definition. You see my family recently started sponsoring a child from Indonesia. By paying only $30 dollars a month we guarantee our sponsor child, named Agung, will receive enough food, clean water, clothes, and the chance to receive an education as well as Bible lessons. We are also allowed to send him letters, which they translate, and small gifts such as stickers. In June I wrote him my first letter, explaining to him about who my family was, what we were doing for him, and reminding him that God is watching over him and his family. Two days ago I received a letter back from his mother (Agung is only six) saying how thankful she was for our sponsorship and telling us more about her son. The letter brought tears to my eyes, to think that our small donation of money was helping our little Agung and his family so much was just truly incredible. I can only hope that our sponsorship continues to help this family in need.

Anyway I hope this post wasn’t too serious for this supposedly light¬†blog! Two more days of summer and I’m not finished, so don’t give up hope on me yet. Expect a long post tomorrow.

May the summer be ever in you favor,

Meagan

*If you are interested in sponsoring a child in need, please check out this website: http://www.compassion.com/


And as the Summer comes to a close…

I am exhausted.

I’m also excited. And exhilarated. And ecstatic. And elated.

My smile is so wide it boarders on hysterical.

Why?

Because I made the varsity soccer team.

In my rather short and insignificant life this is a gigantic accomplishment. No, it does not compare to winning a gold medal at the Olympics or finding the cure for cancer, but to me this is a huge deal and I could not be happier. Gee, that sounded really lame didn’t it?

Now don’t think I brought this up just to brag, no this actually has to do with the bucket list in a way. Allow me to explain briefly. After learning on Friday¬†that I made the team I decided it was time to celebrate by having a sleepover with my friend. Of course this was to be no ordinary slumber party, but rather a bucket listing one. I made sure to stock up on all the supplies needed¬† in order to complete five things off the bucket list.

What did I complete?

Well how about a little factoid to begin with? Did you know August 17th is Indonesian Independence Day? Unless you live in Indonesia I doubt any of you realized the festivities that occurred throughout the Indonesian islands, and my house, this weekend. After some researching on the holiday and how it is celebrated (some activities include a parade, games, and a flag ceremony) my friend and I promptly started our own unique little celebration; making paper Indonesian flags and then “parading” around my neighborhood with them, as well as learning the Indonesian national anthem and having a “fish-chip” eating contest, which is supposedly a popular way to celebrate (FYI we used Goldfish instead.)

Then the night really got started when I decided it was time to get a little crazy and have a shaving cream war. However living in a family with three girls and only one male,¬†my house is not stocked full¬†of shaving cream, but using a little ingenuity I simply filled two¬†buckets with the fluffy white stuff and it was on. My friend and I began pelting each other, slopping handfuls of the cream in the desperate attempt to win the epic shaving cream battle, and by the end it looked as if a large flock of seagulls had um…evacuated their bowels all over us and my backyard.

After cleaning up a bit and changing out of our “creamy” clothing I decided to try #57 Plan an awesome prank. Then do it. My plan was to offer my friend an organic dog biscuit that strikingly resembled a chocolate brownie. However Amanda is quick-witted and caught on to my rather rude intention of feeding her to the dogs…I mean feeding her dog food. Oh well, this bucket list is subject to change and I therefore¬†deem this one complete.

Finally in the morning we completed #2 Blow bubbles. Chase after them. Laugh.

Simple? Yes.

Absolutely entertaining? You know it.

Worth the 2.99 I paid for the gallon jug of bubbles? Most definitely.

As for the fifth item I complete, you’ll have to wait because that is a whole other post in it’s self. Sorry about abandoning you guys lately, but if you couldn’t tell I’ve been pretty busy. However this is the last week of summer and I’m going to be scrambling around in order to complete as many tasks as I can before starting high school! About the picture…I found a new photo editing site and got carried away! Enjoy!

May the summer be ever in your favor,

Meagan


Barefoot with Eggs

If my title didn’t give away what this post is about, then I don’t know what will.

I mean it’s GLARINGLY obvious.

It has to do with the infamous bucket list?

Is this ringing any bells?

No?

Well that’s a big disappointment on my part, I expected more from you guys…

Enough of this jibber-jabbering, Meagan! Move on, these people didn’t come to read your ramblings. They want nice cookie-cutter posts that simply update on your adventures of bucket listing.

If you couldn’t tell I’m still EXTREMELY jittery about the ever approaching first day of school and oh gosh…soccer tryouts. I shudder to think that for four hours tomorrow my soccer skills are going to be carefully examined in front of the more experienced and¬†ever¬†threatening sophomores, juniors, and seniors. It certainly doesn’t help that I look like I should be entering middle school, not high school. Under the harsh critique of the coaches I’m sure to shrivel up and make a fool of myself, tripping over the ball and falling flat on my face, just like I have in my last couple of nightmares. Oh jeez…someone get me an Excedrin, I feel a migraine coming on.

Meagan your rambling!

Sorry, when I’m nervous I tend to babble, but I’m sure you realized this after my last train-wreck of a post. So like I said before, the title should have been something of a hint as to what this post is to be about- #26 Spend one whole day barefoot. and #89 Have an egg war. Being that I never left the confinements of my house/backyard today it was easy to spend the day without shoes. Not really much to say about this one I’m afraid, though it did give me some insight on what it might be like for kids in third-world countries that don’t have adequate shoes. All the more reason to buy a pair of TOMS I suppose. As for #89 lets keep it short and sweet; that poor tree never saw it coming. ūüôā

May the summer be ever in your favor,

Meagan


I’m About to Explode

Two weeks and I start high school.¬†And I’m freaking out. I keep imagining this perfect¬†situation where everything just goes smoothly, but I know the reality is going to slap me in the face come August 28th. This isn’t some teen realistic fiction novel; where the girl starts a new school, makes a bunch of superclose friends, and attracts the attention of the cutest boy, all while getting straight A’s and never chipping her manicure. Nope, the cold hard reality is school, especially high school, majorly¬†sucks. And don’t even get me started about soccer tryout’s. I’m so nervous just hearing those two words said out loud causes me to burst out into hysterical sobs. School hasn’t even started and I’m already on the verge of a mental collapse. Now would really be¬†a good time for me to try some yoga…

Ok, calm down Meagan….

Sorry about that…I needed to vent for a second, but I’ve got myself under control now and am ready to steer this post back to the bucket list. Anyway I finally, finally, FINALLY, finished a nonfiction novel.¬† I consider myself an avid reader, maybe even a bookworm, but usually I tend to¬†stick to the teen fiction. However I wanted to¬†branch out and actually learn something (yes, I like to learn outside of school) and thought that reading a nonfiction novel would¬†be a breeze. It was much harder to get through then I had expected, to say the least. Anyhow I had¬†picked a topic I knew absolutely nothing about: World War I. In all my years of history classes not once has this topic ever been brought up, much less taught. It’s ironic considering they practically shove information into our brains about the Revolutionary War, the Civil War, and World War II, but skip teaching about the Korean War, the Vietnam¬†War,¬†and (as I stated above) World War I.¬†Perhaps in high school history I will be enlightened about these topics, in which case I have,¬†unbeknown to me,¬†done a form of extra¬†credit. But for the time being I have to rely on nonfiction books to educate me on these topics. Sadly these books tend to be dull, drab, and overwhelmingly uninteresting. The task of getting through a meer 190 pages was made all the harder by the monotonous writing, which was tiring and tedious to read. Here I am three weeks later and if anything is uttered about WWI my brain will explode. I just…I can’t write anything more about this…it’s too much pressure on my fragile mental state at the moment…#12 is done, done, and done.

Next up I completed #27 Wreck my Wreck this Journal. If you don’t know, a Wreck this Journal is, well hmmm…it’s a journal…that you wreck. All summer I’ve slowly been completing the insane tasks the book asks you to do, such as- Tie a string to the journal. Go for a walk, drag it.¬† Bring this book in the shower with you. and Make a sudden, destructive, unpredictable movement with the journal. It was a crazy, pointless, absolutely wonderful adventure, which left me with a ripped up journal that smells faintly of syrup. ūüôā

And finally I completed #97 Rock a totally unique outfit. By unique I mean something that isn’t mass-produced and sold at¬†a chain store. The shirt I got at a thrift store, the shoes and necklace from Etsy.com, and the pants were actually jeans from Old Navy, but I’m still saying the outfit counts. ūüôā

Anyway I’m sorry this post was poorly written and choppy, but I’m running on limited brain power at the moment and my nerves are pretty fried. Hopefully I’ll get it under control for the next post. In the mean time…

May the summer be ever in your favor,

Meagan


The Act of Living Simply

Well there’s not much I can update about, because I’ve been occupied with things other than the bucket list. However #15 Climb a tall tree and #51 Watch the clouds¬†are so simple I was starting to fret that I would end the summer without completing either, in which case I would feel like an epic fail. So that’s what I did. And it was pretty darn fun. ūüôā

May the summer be ever in your favor,

Meagan

P.S. – The top of the tree you see in the photo is the tree I climbed. Just wanted to let you know.

P.P.S. – I’m still working on the nonfiction novel…one hundred more pages to go!


Fun with a Capital F

Not only did I complete three things yesterday, I also had a sensational time in doing so. I dare say yesterday was one of my top-5 most memorable days from this summer and¬†most interestingly it didn’t start out as anything special. I was actually¬† beginning to think it was going to be a dud day until things started to improve miraculously. I would even wager that yesterday taught me an important lesson in the patience department. “Good things come from those who wait.” Seems like a legit message for me after yesterday.

#28 Make something out of duct tape.

If you have stuck with me this whole summer, you may remember that I am a pretty pitiful crafter. (need I bring up the college? how about the pottery?) So I was having some regrets on ever thinking I could possibly make something decent out of duct tape of all things. Never one to turn down a challenge though, it seemed like fate when I was pursuing the aisles in Five Below and came across a whole shelf stocked with a variety of colored and decorative duct tape at the discounted price of $1.99. Grabbing one fluorescent green roll and a pale blue one, I triumphantly walked away with my purchases, thrilled to be on my way towards completing yet another bucket list item. When I arrived at home a quick Google search gave me an excessive amount of tutorials involving duct tape. However with my nonexistent crafter skills I decided to stick with the basics and make a bow. Fifteen minutes later I was beyond ecstatic, because not only had I made a decent bow I had actually enjoyed the process of making it. Energized after my huge success I decided to try my hand at making a wallet. Thirty minutes later, after only a few minor debacles, I was once again pleased with the outcome of my work. With a bounce in my step I headed out to show off to my family my new accessories. They were so impressed they asked me to make them wallets. With my ego boosted from all the praises I can very rightly so check off #28.

#29 Send a message in a bottle.

As I was “completing” this task the voices in my head kept up a steady rant of “CHEATER!” “CHEATER!” This is because I decided not to pollute our already polluted waters with a message in a bottle that would most likely never be found or read. Call that statement cynical, but it’s the truth. Luckily the internet hosts a variety of ways for someone to send a virtual message in a bottle.¬†That’s how I managed to complete this item without littering, with the help of this nifty little website: http://www.oceangram.com/¬†Keep our waters clean people, resist the urge to throw bottles and trash and do it online instead. ūüôā

#60 Go bowling. Try to win.

Bowling in three words is: exasperating, hilarious, and fun. Especially when its mini bowling. That’s right folks, miniature bowling, also know as duck-pin bowling, is played with smaller bowling balls and pins. You also get to roll three times, unlike the two times in normal bowling.¬†Duck-pin bowling is all the fun of regular bowling, just in a smaller size. I took my friend there once years ago and when she asked if we could go again I gladly agreed. Four games, two strikes, and five spares later we were exhausted¬†after our bowling bonanza, which involved a lot of screaming and jumping up and down,¬†so we came back to my house, collapsed on the coach, and watched the Olympics. Somewhere in between we¬†decided that we have the skills to be the next USA Beach Volleyball team. How exactly this happened, I don’t know, I’ve never even played volleyball. That just goes to show how random we are. ūüôā

May the summer be ever in your favor,

Meagan