Tag Archives: 2012

#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/

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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. 🙂

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. 🙂

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


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. 🙂

#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. 🙂

May the summer be ever in your favor,

Meagan


Where the Wild Things Are

I’ll admit it – I love the zoo. Well let me back up and start by saying point-blank: I love animals. I’m not the most sociable person out there and at times I would rather stay at home with my dog then go out and be “social.” I’m a bit of an introvert and tend to keep to myself, which sometimes comes across as being supercilious, but really I’m just shy. However I do tend to prefer animal company over human company most of the time and because of this I plan on becoming a veterinarian. It is also the reason I decided to become a vegetarian in fourth grade and due to my stubborn nature I have stuck with this choice and have not tasted meat in roughly  five years. All of this being said you can understand why I take pleasure in visting the zoo and felt that it should be part of my bucket list.

However despite my love of zoos I can’t help wondering if they are adequate substitutes to  the wild. Are they truly capable of giving all the animals suitable enclosures? Can a zoo give an animal a happy life or will they always feel trapped? Do they even realize that they are trapped? I suppose there is no way to truly answer these questions, abeit asking the animals themselves, but I doubt you would get an understandable response. So as I explored the zoo on Tuesday I pushed these dour thoughts to the back of my mind and tried to focus on the positive, whatever that may be. Like the uncanny coincidence that Mei Chang, the female panda, happens to have the exact same birthday as me- same day, same month, same year. Happy 14th birthday, Mei Chang!

May the summer be ever in your favor,

Meagan

PS – If you’ve noticed I tend to have a bunch of pictures all in a straight line down the middle. Is there any way to move the pictures around? Thanks!


Updates Part 2!

#100 Tie dye a bra.

As an American youth, I have tie dyed every possible thing there is to dye – shirts, tanks, shorts, socks, bandanas, sheets, scarves…you name it and I have tie dyed it, with the exception of undergarments. All the different times I have found myself in a tie dyeing situation, not once was the idea proposed to tie dye bras or even panties. With this in mind I knew that this summer I had to complete my tie dye collection to include the abandoned brassieres. While picking up supplies to complete this “mission of justice” my sister and I got a little carried away and ended up purchasing white tanks, socks, and t-shirts as well as the sports bras to tie dye. During our artistic expo into the world of tie dyeing, my friend and I determined that this project could be tweaked for guys as well, whose stopping them from tie dyeing their boxers? At any rate I think it is a form of injustice that undergarments are shunned in the universe of tie dying and I am extremely satisfied that I can truly and justly wear tie dye from head to toe need I feel it necessary.

#111 Midnight swimming.

 This is yet another bucket list item that despite its simple nature the memories I take from this adventure will be treasured forever. I will probably always recall the moment when I looked over to my right and found what  appeared to be a large cockroach swimming straight towards me. As I stood frozen to the spot in fear, squealing like a pig, my obnoxious friend found it helpful to point out that, no that was not a cockroach, it was simply a water bug, and could I please keep my caterwauling to a minimum. This apparently crucial  piece of information, along with the snarky comment about my screaming, did nothing to console my nerves as the hideous pest swam ever closer. Finally I snapped out of my petrified state and scrambled out of the pool, barely escaping the wiggling antennae of the water bug, and vowing to never again swim at night. Of course twenty minutes later I forgot all about my pledge and jumped back in the infested water.

May the summer be ever in your favor,

Meagan


Updates! Updates! Updates!

As of late I’ve become horrible at updating the blog on all the things I’ve completed. So this post and the next one will probably be of substantial size, as I’ve decided to condense the items I completed in to two separate blog posts. This way I think it will be easier for both me and my readers to better grasp what’s been happening over at casa de Meagan.

First let me start with #83 Paint a face paint masterpiece. Show it off in public. The reality is I accomplished this bucket list item weeks ago, but somehow let it slip from my memory, and its been gathering dust in the back of my cluttered brain. As I was dusting this certain memory off I have found that there was nothing special about the completion of this task. It was simply composed of me painting a mutant and somehow sinister butterfly on my cheek, then proceeding to walk around in public with said monstrosity on my face. Other than a few confused glances from concerned citizens the intended effect of this (to surprise or delight strangers) was somehow lost. I suppose teenagers walking about with disturbing butterfly face paint is a more common occurrence then I had originally thought.

#90 Walk on the beach at night is a perfect example of how the little things in life can be the bearers of the fondest memories. Simplistic things like taking a barefoot walk  on the beach as the sun sets allows me to focus on the joys I have in my life and find a purpose in what I do. Be it the crashing waves or the hot smooth sand tickling my toes, something  about the stillness of a night beach walk brings to mind the positives of life, and all the negative is left behind, washed away by the waves. So despite the utter simplicity of #90 it holds one of my most cherished memory of this summer.

My childishness is highlighted in this next completed item – #105 Bury myself in the sand. Somehow despite all the obvious downsides of this one list item, I decided that burying myself in the scorching sand would be a fun ode to my childhood. Realistically this was a senseless thing to do, and it ended with sand going in places sand should never be. This half-witted idea ended up being so moronic it was literally laughable, just ask random beachgoers who witnessed my trivial antics. However it led to the completion of #114 Build a sandcastle, which ended just as badly as #105. Meaningless, pointless, and foolish these tasks were meant to take me back to a simpler time. The harsh reality though is that no matter how fun sand may seem, it’s no good once it gets in all your nooks and crannies. 🙂

May the summer be ever in your favor,

Meagan


The 60’s

And by the 60’s I mean…

#60 Play mini golf. Try to get a hole in one.

and

#65 Go on a bike ride.

Day Two of vacation began sunny and bright at 7:00 am. A check on the weather forecast showed that the massive storm that had hit the night before had moved farther South and we were in the clear for the rest of the week. With a new town to explore what else could I do but hop on my bike and see what there was to discover. As much as I love bike riding, my home town is the single worst place in the world to go for a bike ride. The reason? Hills, hills, hills. Despite my love of sports I find huffing and puffing up a gigantic hill in 90 degree heat…well not very enjoyable to say the least. However I was at the beach with nay a hill in sight and it was such lovely breezy day, to not go bike riding would have been a sin. With this is mind I set out and successfully completed #65.

As nighttime approached on Day Two I begged my tired family to go mini golfing. One of the things I have noticed in my admittedly short lifetime is that mini golf places seem to flourish in commercial beach towns. Wether your on the West Coast or the East Coast, if your by the seashore you are sure to find an abundance of these put-put palaces. Now as I said before, I tried to get a hole in one…and ended up getting two hole in ones! Bonus! I was confident that with such a spectacular score I would win by a landslide and hardly tried to suppress my cockiness. So imagine my astonishment and embarrassment when I discovered I had come in a disappointing second. This unforseen outcome left me flabbergasted and I assumed the only reasonable explanation was that the score had been miscalculated. When the score was recounted and I received the news that I truly had not won, I dejectedly left, wistfully thinking about how close I had come to being victorious. However in the parking lot, as I was preparing to step into the car, I happened to look down and find a five dollar bill! It may not have been five hundred dollars, but it worked pretty well in cheering me up after my botched attempt at put-put. 🙂

May the summer be ever in your favor,

Meagan