The Eight Splendid Truths of Happiness
How about this catchy title. It made me want to read the characters below it and I am glad that I did. You will be too! Not to mention, I now have another great blogger who also happens to be a bestselling author to follow. This is absolutely a wonderful read as are many of Gretchen Rubin’s other post.
More about Gretchen Rubin:
Gretchen Rubin is one of the most thought-provoking and influential writers on happiness to have emerged from the recent explosion of interest in the subject. Though her conclusions are sometimes counter-intuitive—for example, she finds that true simplicity is far from simple to attain—her insights resonate with readers of all backgrounds.
She’s the author of the blockbuster #1 New York Times bestseller, The Happiness Project, as well as several other books (including three dreadful novels safely locked in a desk drawer). On her popular blog, The Happiness Project, she reports on her daily adventures on her way to becoming happier.
Raised in Kansas City, she lives in New York City with her husband and two daughters.
Check out her one minute movie that made me open my eyes and be thankful. http://www.theyearsareshort.com/
Check out her website: http://www.happiness-project.com/
Thanks Gretchen Rubin for making my day! I cannot wait to read more about your adventures, studies, theories about how to be happier.
XOXO
Misty
Good Morning
I awoke to the sun on my face
your soft breath on my neck
I felt you love you me
As I turn to you I breathe your air
and you breathe mine
It’s not selfish
because we are one
As we stare into each others eyes
And peer into each other soul
We slightly press closer
You gently brush those few hairs from my face
I smile slightly
as our lips touch softly together
Good Morning! ❤
XOXO
Misty
Asthma, Allergies, or GMO’s?
I have to admit, I have worked on this particular blog post for days now. It’s one of those post that I feel is extremely important. I want people to get angry and want to make changes.
A few weeks ago my daughter sent me a text message that quite frankly scared me. The text message read “Mom, I think we need to have me checked for asthma”. My daughter was at conditioning practice for softball when she sent me that text message. I hurried to finish filling up the gas tank in the car so that I could get to her practice and see her face. I’m one of those moms that can take one look at her child and know if something is not right. When I walked in and seen her face I really got worried. She was as white as a ghost and she was most definitely not right. I didn’t want to scare her but I had to go and talk to her. I had to feel out the situation for her sake and mine. She told me that she was feeling better but told me how she was having a hard time catching her breath. I asked her if she wanted to leave conditioning practice but she wanted to finish practice with her team. I was proud that she wanted to keep going but I had that eerie feeling. I watched her every move like hawk. The color began to pour back into her face and she started to look like her normal self. The following day I scheduled the appointment to see her doctor. Clearly, there is something going on.
I realized that I don’t know a lot about asthma so I started doing research. What I found was alarming. There were a lot of articles about children with asthma and allergies but what I noticed more than the asthma itself was the reference many of those articles made food and diet. Am I missing something here? I’ve done a little research on foods, mostly reading articles and watching documentaries. It doesn’t take a genius to realize that are foods are not safe but like most people I didn’t realize just how serious this has become. How serious this is!
Let’s talk about GMO’s. What are GMO’s? A GMO is a plant or animal that has been genetically altered by scientists to improve its ability to grow in non-native environments, resist pests, tolerate extreme weather conditions, produce more food (like milk in cows), or show other desired traits. In other words, a GMO is a new version of a food plant or animal created by scientists through genetic engineering (GE) techniques. These techniques are used to insert genes into or delete genes out of plant or animal DNA. Scientists have used GE technology to create plants, animals, and bacteria with biological characteristics that would never occur in the natural world—such as a tomato with an anti-freeze fish gene designed to resist cold temperatures, or corn plants with a bacterial gene that tolerates increased herbicide use. This just sounds bad doesn’t it?
Now, as a mother, I am outraged. I am feeding my child these GMOs. I’m doing it unintentionally but now that I know I feel like I have to find a way to get organic products that have not been linked to GMO’s. I can tell you that it is a bit of a task and will take the convenience out of my life. I think that’s a small price to pay considering there are lives at stake here. Your life, my life, our children’s lives, and our children’s children lives. It is honestly no wonder that in the United States we have a obesiety epidemic. People in other countries have banned some GMO’s. Do they know more than we do?
I’d like to finish this post off by sharing with you that my daughter does not have asthma. I’d like to tell you how thankful I am to her pediatrician http://www.kidslovedrbarton.com/ for not being your average doctor, for having knowledge in the less common, and for not treating my daughter with drugs to eliminate other diagnosis. My daughter has vocal cord dysfunction. I found this video on YouTube that I wanted to share with you as well.
I am very thankful that my daughter does not have asthma and that we are able to treat the vocal cord dysfunction with speech therapy. Interesting right? I’ll post more about that as we start treatment. As eerie and stressful as the thought of my daughter having asthma was I cannot help to be thankful that it sent me into research mode. I’ve now been sent down the path of making sure that my family and yours find a way to stop genetically modified organism in our food. I have included some links below that I found extremely interesting. I’m going to continue researching this and I hope to have most products containing GMO’s out of my home as soon as I can. I found an app. for iPhones that can help with finding foods that do not contain GMO’s. You will find it posted on my Facebook page at https://www.facebook.com/IamPaintedDiva.
Please check out these links for more very important information on GMO’s.
http://www.organicconsumers.org/
http://magicstarer.hubpages.com/hub/GMO-Food-Allergies
http://digitaljournal.com/article/333021
http://www.iowasource.com/food/2010_05_gmo.html
http://www.nongmoproject.org/learn-more/
Watch this and start your research today!
I would love to hear from those of you who have already eliminated GMO’s from your life and how you did it and continue to do it. For those of you just getting started, like me, let’s share our thoughts and ideas.
XOXO
It’s a Blog Party and YOU are invited!! UBP13
Hi, I’m Misty! Welcome to PaintedDiva. Looks like I found something AWESOME to do tonight! Invited to a party and I get to stay in my pj’s. That’s my kind of party! I’ve already read tons of blog post through links on twitter and well I’m pretty excited. I’m a newby to blogging, started blogging a little over a year ago. I’m a 35-year-old (did I just say that) wife and mother. I am married to my highschool sweet heart but it wasnt always sweet and sometimes I wondered if either of us had a heart. Yet, somehow we have beat the odds or maybe we refuse to let the odds beat us. We have a 14-year-old teenager living in the body of our beautiful child. Ha! You moms with teenagers know exactly what I am saying. You too are wondering when your going to get your child back. Want to know what I do when I want to get the teenager out and spend some quality time with the child that’s really tied up inside of there. I just say these 4 simple words. You ready, here they go ” Give me the phone”. It works every time! I love being a mom!
I actually started this blog with every intention of selling my art through my site. I’ve not sold one painting,drawing, poem, or even a piece of jewelry that my mother makes (sorry mom, one day). Don’t get me wrong there have been some offers but I have not figured out how to put a price on my thoughts and feelings. I have came across so many neat individuals and I have seen so much talent. It was when my renewal notice came from my web host that I was forced to evaluate if renewing was worth it. Of course it was and you can read all about why I’m still blogging here http://www.painteddiva.com/renew-or-not-to-renew-february-marks-a-year/.
I don’t like to play favorites, I blog about whatever suites my fancy. I’m here to make friends, learn a little something, listen a little more, and figure out what I want to be when I grow up. Right now, I’m just enjoying being a NINJA!!
Cheers to you & thanks for stopping by. Don’t forget to follow me on my social networks!
I Hate Being Woke Up This Way
I despise those dreams that wake you up crying! Those dreams that make you feel so real and like your heart truly broke inside of you. A lot of women in our family have had some dreams that have often came true and so dreams can really do a number on me. For my family reading this there was no red cars involved. For others reading this my dream was about some other person driving down the wrong side of the road and thank goodness it didn’t feel as though it was a high rate of speed in my dream. It was enough though. I could see this car coming straight at the black car that I was driving. It was almost as if I was to stingy to swerve in any direction away from the car because he was going the wrong way. I cannot recall now if the driver was actually a male but it felt like it. If that makes sense. It was as if he felt he was right and I felt I was right and no one was stopping and then came the head on impact. I can’t remember it as being how you would feel a typical adrenalin rush or a possible surge of pain with the adrenalin as you would if you were in a real accident. I mean, one outside of dreamland. What I did feel was alone, empty, and lost. There was no one there. Not even the other driver. I ended up walking to some strange off the wall gas station that basically seemed as though it was right there. I say off the wall because it was like a concrete bait and tackle shop with gas pumps. I guess it kind of reminds me of down south as I think this through. I didn’t feel like I walked far but the odd thing is that I had to ask to use the phone. Where was my cellphone? Why didn’t I have that? Why didn’t I even think of that in this dream? I didn’t call the police either. I called my husband. In my dream my husband wouldn’t come and didn’t care that I was in a head in collision, although, I don’t remember actually talking with him on the phone in the dream either. Oddly that’s when I started feeling pain. I found myself at some weird house in which tons of people seemed to be hanging out and some snuggled in. Like they all belonged there and it was normal for all these people to be in this house and in all these random rooms. I can recall that it is dark outside so I guess that they were tucked in or getting ready for bed makes about as much sense as the rest of this jacked up dream. I found my husband there. Actually, I didn’t see him because the room I walked into, I could see and tell there were exactly four people laying under a large blanket type comforter thing but they all had their heads covered. I didn’t realize my husband was under there until some strange guy that I cannot even recall a glimpse of at this point no matter how hard I try. Somehow my husband found me and we ended up in the restroom of this freak house. I can remember myself screaming at him at first and feeling a few tears fall on my face. I can remember asking him why he was under the covers with this other person. I obviously knew this was another woman but he never said and nor did I see her. He looked at me crying. He began telling me that I didn’t give him the love that he needed. That I didn’t hug him enough, say I love you enough or show my feelings enough. I find myself really crying at this point and I am feeling so desperate in what I’m to him. I’m saying to him that I know I have a problem with showing love and I’m pleading with him trying to explain that I’m deeper than what he understands of me. That I show my love by certain actions. That the things I do as his wife are symbols of how I love. That love to me isn’t actually the act of making love itself but sometimes only laying next to each other, tempting each other, soft touches in non sexual places, lips that barely touch each other, and deep intense stares into each others eyes, are in fact my love. My love times infinity. I find myself pleading for understanding and for him to understand, crying because more intense, the tears fall like a heavy rain and must have began to wake myself because I’m feeling the tears running down my face and I completely wake myself hearing my own words come out of my mouth “I’m hard to love.”
Talk about intense. I’m still not right this morning. I’m truly effected by this dream with no idea why.
Have you ever had one of these dreams? What does it mean? Does it mean anything? If it doesn’t mean anything the why am I left with the feeling that it does?
Misty ~
