in my mind.

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You know when you get into an elevator and there's another person in there already?

[you smile, lean over to select your floor and glance across in their general direction....]

in these times, it's likely that they will either smile back and make light conversation like a socially competent human, OR....

they will whip out their phone and become engrossed with its contents.

I choose to perceive this reaction as pure intimidation.

sigh.

ok, lesson learned.  tucking tail between legs, no more bragging about the sunny weather.  is it only me or do other people live under the childish assumption that once sunscreen is on, it's on forever? reapplying is for shmucks.  and apparently, people avoiding skin cancer.  word.

snicker.

*basking at Venice Beach.  I like to roast with the weirdos.  
come play in LA, homies.  Til then, I gloat on. 

Love Love Love.

Buckets.

As I have mentioned, my bucket list is ever changing and growing, and so far has stayed tucked away in the drafts folder of my email account.  However elusive as this may seem, I would like to make clear that I do not take any of the items lightly and consider them all vital.  I was reading it the other day and making action plans for each when I came upon perhaps the most dodgy item : "Save a human life."  Now, I know that I am a nurse and play a part in human lives every day that I work, but that is not what I mean.  I want to be present in a dire situation and have the nerves and courage to not choke in the clutch.

Lofty dream, because burning buildings aren't that easy to come by and you can't guarantee that you will ever come upon a life and death situation that you can help.

Plus, how morbid would I be if I woke up every morning hoping someone's life needed to be saved?!

So my solution is this:  registering with the National Bone Marrow Program.  You still never know when you might be needed, but the fact that I can save someone's life by being willing to be poked in the hipbone seems a reasonable way to up my chances to contribute.

So I registered, am waiting for my kit to be tissue matched, and will be keeping myself healthy so that when shit hits the fan, my hips wont lie.  

Please consider.  Love Love Love.