Swimming.. More like Floating.

I dipped my toes in the water and suppressed a shiver. Do I really want to walk into this freezing cold water in the middle of January? My super tall cousin grabbed my hand and yanked me in. Guess I don't have a choice! Good thing too, because swimming in the Dead Sea was an awesomely weird experience! And we all know how much I love weird things.

I say swimming when, in reality, you really just float and try not to get any of the water in your eyes. The Dead Sea borders Israel and Jordan and is the lowest point on the Earth's surface. It is super salty (8.6% saltier than the ocean!.. Thank you Wikipedia) and stings if it gets in your eyes. It is called the Dead Sea because nothing can live in that water. And, due to the salt levels, you immediately float.





What a weird sensation! You walk (or get dragged by tall cousins) into the water and all of a sudden you realize that your feet aren't touching the ground and you are just kind of bobbing there. It is an unreal experience. I added this on to my Life List before I went to Israel, mostly because EVERYONE said that I must swim in the Dead Sea. I really wasn't sure why I added it to my list until I actually got into the water. WHOA so THIS is what everyone was talking about! It is a weird, fun experience and feels like what I imagine walking in space feels like... completely unnatural!





My tall cousin and I loved floating in the Dead Sea. And I loved sharing such a cool experience with her. Israel has so much culture, history and life to it and I learned so much there. It was a lot of fun to experience it with someone else who I share so much personal culture, history and life with! <3 my cousin! And floating in the Dead Sea! Sorry for the sappy ending and uncreative writing. I haven't written in my blog in awhile so I gotta get myself back into it again. Stick with me and they'll get better!



And... cross that one off the list!

Swim in the Dead Sea

Lets Go Fly a Kite.. Up to the Highest Height!

I flew a kite for the first time… kind of.



I went to a picnic with my brother and his friends in the Capitol Hill area of DC.

It was a gorgeous day… blue sky, light breeze, warm sun. The location was awesome… a small, green park in a neighborhood of dark red townhouses with pretty gardens in the front yards.







And we all brought yummy food, bubbles to blow… and, the best thing of all, KITES!!!

I was very excited but a little apprehensive. It wasn’t a very windy day and I’ve never flown a kite. I really have no clue how to fly a kite.

But sometimes ya just gotta run with it… so that’s exactly what I did. I held the kite in one hand and the string in the other. I started to run and tossed the kite up in the air. It stayed up there so I took that as a good sign.



I let some string out and ran around the little park. The kite fluttered in the air behind me and I giggled like a little girl. Yay for flying a kite!

But as soon as I got back to the picnic blanket and stopped running, the kite came tumbling down to the ground. But at least my brother didn't have any more luck than I did...



I don’t think running in circles with a kite flying in my wake is the correct way to fly a kite, but I’m counting it.

Fly a kite.

But kites are like dreams. Sometimes they can fly high with minimal effort, other times you have to run for dear life, and work really hard, to keep them afloat.


Wow.. that was really corny and not as deep as I had hoped lol.

I was hoping for some hot Swedish guy...

So I'm going to press pause on writing about the things I've already crossed off, and jump in with one that I just crossed off the list.

Get a professional massage.

A few days ago, I got my first professional massage. (Umm can I do that every day?!?)

My friend works at a nearby hospital and post-blizzard(s), they were offering cheap gift certificates for massages. She asked if any of her friends wanted one and I jumped at the chance. Literally! "Yes yes yes ME PLEASE!!!" with little bunny hops was my exact response. (She asked via facebook so she, thankfully, didn't have to see the bunny hops)

So yesterday, I drove to the hospital (one of the administrative buildings) and met my masseuse, Claire, a little motherly lady with a strong handshake. I was hoping for some hot Swedish guy but, for 20 bucks, I was happy with what I got.

I stripped down and laid on the HEATED (wow) massage table with the sheet over me. Claire came in, put on some soothing music, and started the massage. She rubbed my face and scalp (I felt like I was getting a brain massage.. it was wonderful lol) and moved on to my shoulders and arms. I was in la la land, practically asleep. I turned over and she went to work on my back.

Overall, it was a-ma-zing! And it came at the perfect time, too! I was driving home a few nights ago and some jerk rear ended my car when I was stopped at a red light. And he tried to blame me! And the people he was insured through (Enterprise because he was driving their rental car) have been dragging their feet on the whole thing so I've been car-less and angry for a few days now.

So needless to say, a few days later when I went in for my massage, my back and neck were still a little sore, and I was majorly stressed.

After the massage, I walked out of there super relaxed and feeling good. I actually had to sit in my car a few minutes and wake up before driving!

This will NOT be a once-in-a-lifetime kind of thing. Once I find my sugar daddy (I'm a poor journalist!), this shall be a monthly (weekly? daily?!?) kind of thing!

Meet Sandy the Camel

This is Sandy the Camel. He (she? I didn't check) took me for a tour of the Negev desert in Israel while I sat atop his hump.



I went to Israel in January 2008 on a Birthright trip. For the Goys reading this, Birthright is a program where the Israeli government and Israeli benefactors pay for young Jews to travel to the homeland to experience our culture, first-hand. I was really excited for the trip and when I found out we would be riding camels, I was jumping for joy! Everyone tried to rain on my parade by pointing out that camels are smelly and they spit. Eh, who can't handle a little phlegm? (Eww. I hate that word actually.)

For part of our trip, we visited the Negev desert. We swam in the Dead Sea (more on that in a future post), repelled down a crater wall, met a Bedouin tribe, ate interesting food, hiked through a dry river bed, and rode camels! This is where we were:



I walked up to him (her? it?) and said "Hi. I'm Amy. Please don't dump me off your back and on to my butt." I turned to the camel handler and asked if he had a name. He just looked at me funny (maybe he only spoke Hebrew?). So I turned back to the camel, rubbed his nose, and deemed him Sandy from that day forward. (Camels live in the desert. The desert has sand.. hence the name Sandy! Utter genius on my part.)

I named him because I think everything deserves a name. Usually I name inanimate objects.. like Tiger my car (because she growls when I hit the gas) or Stevie the TV (sometimes I steal clever things from the TV show, Friends)

I gave him a name. He spit at me (and missed, so HA!). I took that as a sign of approval.

The handler hit Sandy in the knees (blatant animal abuse. not good, won't get into it) and he laid down. Emily, another girl on my trip, and I hopped on his back. Sandy stood up and we joined a line of our friends atop camels. Once everyone was on a camel back, away we went!

Look Ma, no hands!



The ride was bumpy but fun. Sandy and the other camels were well-behaved and only spit on a few people. The view was spectacular! The Negev desert is a gorgeous place and unlike any other terrain I had ever seen (no deserts in Bawlmer). We rode around for probably half an hour before I had to say goodbye to Sandy. It was a sad moment. I teared up. He spit. Ahh true love <3

I Jumped Out of a Plane… ‘Nuff Said - Part 2

I was all dressed up in my (oh so sexy) body suit and ready to go.



Then Lance the Skydiver came over with his camera. (He was going to video tape my jump by strapping a camera to his head and jumping at the same time as me.) "Any last words?!?"

"Umm.. Bye Mom!" (Eek! My mom had no clue that I was jumping out of a plane... If I survive, SHE is going to kill me!)

We got into the little puddle jumper and up-and-away we went! The plane ride was actually pretty relaxing. It was a nice view of the Bay and green cornfields. The relaxation was cut short when Bobby the Tandem Dude said, "Alright! Just about time to jump out of this plane. Sit in front of me so we can get hooked up." (Oh. Shit.)

We scooched around in the cramped quarters of the tiny little puddle jumper. He hooks and snaps some things and there we are, hooked up tight (I hope).

Lance the Skydiver looked at me and laughed. "You ready?!" He flipped open the door. *BANG!* It slams against the wing. Freezing cold air whooshes into the plane. "NO! I'M NOT READY!"

"Too bad!" Bobby the Tandem Dude said as he moved us towards the door. Lance the Skydiver, with the video camera on his head, is sitting on the butress of the wing, outside the cabin of the plane, looking at me as I frantically tried to hold on to something.

Bobby and I are in the door frame. I looked down... The green farmland shows through the white haze of clouds. It looks so far away...



Whoosh! Bobby pushed us out of the plane! We flipped twice before stabalizing in our "beached whale" falling position. I'm screaming and laughing and generally spazzing out... but having the most amazing, thrilling time. Air and clouds are speeding past us. I waved at Lance and the camera. We free-falled for about 2 minutes.



We jolted in mid-air as the parachute deployed. I held my breath.. Whew it seems like my parachute worked just fine!



We began floating down towards Earth. Bobby, strapped to my back, pointed out landmarks. "There is the Bay... and way down there is the field we will land in."

He let me hold the ropes and spin us for a bit. (That was probably the scariest part of the whole thing! I got really dizzy!)

As my heart beat returned to normal, we landed safely in the field near the planes. Lindsay and Lee ran over to me. "How was it?!?"

Words can't even express how amazing it was. As I took off the gear, I called my mom.

"Hi Mom! Guess what I did today.." "What?" "I went sky diving!" "You did WHAT?! SKY DIVING?! OH MY GOD! LIKE OUT OF A PLANE? OH MY GOD! YOU JUMPED OUT OF A PLANE?!? ARE YOU ALIVE? IN ONE PIECE?! OH MY GOD!" hahahaha

After that, I called my dad.

"Glad you are alive!!! How was it?"

"Daddy, I touched the clouds!"

Enjoy the video! :-)

I Jumped Out of a Plane… ‘Nuff Said - Part 1

A little girl, around the age of 5, all curls and big brown eyes, sat next to her Daddy on a plane, thousands of miles in the air.

Nose pressed to the window, watching the white wisps speed past, her breath fogged up the glass. Turning to her father, she said "Daddy, I want to touch a cloud! I want to know what they feel like!"

Gripping the arm rest with white-knuckled hands, he replied, "Aim, you are crazy!"

"Aim, you are crazy!" my dad repeated 17 years later. I told him I was going skydiving.

So on September 3, 2009, my friend Lindsay picked me up and we drove across the Bay Bridge to the little town of Easton, Md to go skydiving.

We turned on to a gravel drive way lined with cornfields and parked near a trailer with the words "Skydive Maryland" emblazoned across the side. (I guess we are in the right place.)

We met up with Lindsay's friend Lee, who was jumping too. The three of us walked around the trailer, looking for people. We saw a few buildings and a bunch of little 2-seater planes. (Oh crap, is THAT what I jump out of? For some reason, I had been picturing myself falling out of a Jumbo Jet or a 747 but looking at these little puddle jumpers makes me uncomfortable. Could they even get high enough for me to safely jump out of it?!)

We walked into the office and talked to the guy who works there, Lance. He comforted me some by saying he has jumped out of a plane THOUSANDS of times. (Hmm... he still seems to be in one piece.)

We signed a few legal papers and I felt like I'm signing my life away. (Apparently, if I die, I can't sue them. Well that makes sense, because I'll be DEAD! Oh... but my parents, kids, kids' kids, cousins, mother-in-laws, etc. can't sue either. Maybe I should have bought a life insurance policy before I decided to leap to my death from 10,000 feet. Oh well... too late now! I signed on the dotted line. *Gulp*)

Lance the Skydiver brought us out to the field where all the planes were parked. He explained that we were the only people who were jumping that day so they only had a small staff on hand. Since each of us were doing a tandem jump (meaning we had an expert plane-leaper strapped to our backs), we would each go up in the plane and jump separately.

He showed us the gear and gave us a little bit of training. I figured training would consist of learning to pull the cord for the chute and how to land some place other than a tree. But no. We had to lay down on our stomachs, arch our backs and put our arms and legs up... kind of like a beached whale. This is the position we would be in while falling. And that's all the training we got because apparently the tandem dude does the rest. (What if he is old and has a heart attack before he pulls the chute cord?!)

So then we met Bobby, the guy who will (hopefully) get us from the airplane to the ground safely. (And he is kind of old! And kind of crazy. Hey at least if I die, I'll die doing something crazy, with a crazy person.) If I'm going to trust anyone to keep me alive while skydiving, it would be Bobby. He has been skydiving for 30+ years, doing at least one or two jumps almost every single day.

Lindsay went first... I gave her a big hug and asked her to please not die. Lee and I sat near the training center and watched the plane take off. We chatted with another guy, Shawn, who is a hang glider (yup, hang gliding got added to my Life List!). He was sitting in a golf cart, ready to pick Lindsay and Bobby the Tandem Dude up from the big field that they will (hopefully) land in.

The three of us were chatting when all of a sudden Shawn looked to the sky and said "Is that..?!? Noo..." Lee and I looked to the sky and saw Lindsay floating down toward the field and everything looked fine. Then we saw a black thing floating down away from them. We were confused and Shawn wouldn't say anything more.

She landed just fine and came over to us, looking a little shocked. We asked how it went and she said it was fun but she had a scary ride. As they were falling, Bobby went to pull the cord and goes "Oh shit." and they continued falling. A few seconds later, he pulled another cord and the parachute came out. Apparently, the first chute didn't release, he had to cut it off them (that was the black thing we saw) and he had to use the RESERVE CHUTE!!! (Holy crap.)

Apparently that only happens about once every 6 years. So Lindsay defied the odds and survived. I guess I'll be ok.

(Don't want my posts to be too long.. my own skydiving experience is in the next post!)

Smiling Down from Above

Next thing that is crossed off on my list is parasailing. Parasailing is fun, relaxing and not scary at all. I’ve actually done this twice, once in Aruba and once in Florida during a port stop on a cruise.

For those of you who haven’t been parasailing before, here is a summary of what you do.

Hop on a speed boat with a few crazy surfer dudes. Speed off to the middle of the ocean (or maybe just a half mile off shore). Sit on the back of the boat and get strapped to a giant parachute (both times I went, my chute had a giant smiley face on it! I guess parasailing is a happy sport). Then the boat speeds up, they let out the rope, and you get yanked into the air! The crazy surfer dudes who run parasailing excursions also like to dip you into the water by slowing the boat down and letting you sink til you splash into the ocean.

The first time I went parasailing was in Aruba. I was 15 with my family, and family friends who have 3 daughters, twins my age and another one who is 2 years younger. The younger sister and I decided to go parasailing. They strapped us together, one in front of the other, with me in front. Up into the air we go, with minimal squealing, and a giant smiley-faced parachute above us. The coolest thing about parasailing in this area is that the beaches and water are so pristine. The beaches are white, the water is teal and the sun is always shining from a bright blue sky.

So there we are, floating way up in the air, when suddenly we feel ourselves sinking. Uh oh! Dip time. It was fun and refreshing though, and they soon brought us back up in the air. We are looking around, taking in the sites, laughing, and just enjoying ourselves. Then we look down into the water. A few hundred feet below us, we see the outline of a very LARGE sting ray! A real, live, scary beast from the sea! We start yelling and screaming “DON’T DIP US!” Of course they can’t hear us down on the boat; all they see is us waving at them. So they wave back and start to slow down for another dip. OH SHIT! We splash into the water, pull our arms and legs in as close to our bodies as possible, and start frantically looking around for the giant sting ray we saw from the sky. Ahh where is it?! No where to be found and we soon go back up in the air. Maybe it was just a figment of our imagination or maybe we scared it away, but either way it added a fun little thrill to an, otherwise, relaxing parasailing excursion.



The second time I went parasailing was during a port stop of a cruise I was on. We stopped in Fort Lauderdale and my brother, best friend and I decided to go. It was sting ray-free and a lot of fun. Sometimes, the people you are with, make what you are doing that much more fun. My brother and best friend were a blast to hang out with for the day. And the parasail guides were hilarious! Two cute, 20-somethings, tanned from the Florida sun, were joking and flirting and speeding the boat around. It was a lot of fun, and of course, you can’t help but smile when the parachute is smiling at you!



Cross that one off the list!

Swimming... Au Naturale

So why is skinny dipping on my list? Being naked is fun! It’s as simple as that.

This is kind of an awkward story to write because it seems so kinky but it wasn't quite like that. Skinny dipping sounds so naughty and sexual… but it doesn’t have to be. It can simply be fun and natural and relaxing. I like naughty and sexy as much as the next person but I’m a good girl at heart. I’m not too much of an exhibitionist.

We get press releases at work from the “Naturalist Society” aka the local nudist colony. Just reading about naked volleyball and naked group water aerobics makes me giggle and blush.

I did go skinny dipping though!

My best friend’s family owns a house in the Florida Keys. It’s on a private plot of land, complete with in-ground pool, boat dock and a few real, live gators.

I was 18 and had just graduated high school. My two best friends, some of my friend’s family, and I visited the Keys. Our first night there, we went to jump in the pool… and ran away screaming when we saw the gator swimming in there! (I’ll swim with nurse sharks but alligators are another story.)

In the morning, we snuck up to the pool and were relieved to see it was empty. We spent the day relaxing… just swimming, tanning, laughing… and of course a little drinking! I mean, we were celebrating graduation and our last summer before the three best friends split up for college.

That night, after more than a few wine coolers, we jumped in the pool… au natural! It was fun and freeing. Plus, it was dark out, with no one around, except maybe a few gators, to see us. It is crossed off of my list, but maybe I’ll do it again sometime… ;-)

*Cue the Jaws Theme Song..*

Whenever I tell people that I went swimming with sharks, they instantly start humming…



I first watched Jaws when I was 5 years old. I spent most of the movie simultaneously trying to cover my eyes and ears because the music was almost as scary as the shark attack scenes.

When the movie originally came out, my mom was working as a lifeguard at a man-made lake in upstate New York. She told me that someone would scream “SHARK!” and everyone would run, screaming, from the water… of the MAN-MADE, fresh water lake.

I don’t think shark-mania is quite as strong 30+ years post-Jaws. But if someone yelled “SHARK!” on a busy beach, most people would knock down the nearest child in their rush to escape the frigid waters where the man-eating beasts lurk. Including me. (Although I’d try to knock down a big man on my rush to escape. A man can be a meal for that shark but a kid would only be a snack. That damn shark would still want to eat me if he had only eaten a little kid!)

One of the many reasons I decided to swim with sharks is simply because it sounds so bad ass! When you think of a shark, what comes to mind? Big, blood covered teeth! To swim with these huge creatures of the deep, to conquer the fear of giant, blood covered teeth, to tame those wild beasts, just sounded too exciting to pass up. I was 19, and on a tropical vacation with my family and two best friends in the Dominican Republic. Fear, and giant teeth, be damned!

But images of giant teeth and man-eating beasts were running through my head, with the Jaws theme as background music, while I road a “booze boat” out into the waters of the Atlantic. We were off to swim with sharks and sting rays. I was nervous. I thought that they must toss us all overboard and then toss in some chum (ya know, that fishy blood and guts mess you always see in Shark Week when they are trying to see Great White Sharks, and the like). Then sharks would be swirling around us, snapping their jaws.

I mentioned this swimming-in-blood idea to my mom and she reminded me… we are swimming with nurse sharks! Oohhh now I remember why this was a good idea in the first place! Nurse sharks… the calm, bottom-dwelling, docile sibling of the Great White. Nurse sharks look like they wouldn’t move off the ocean floor… even for blood or a taste of the little Jewish Princess (that’s me!) swimming above them.

After an hour-long boat ride filled with singing and dancing (no drinking on the first leg of the “booze boat”… they thought we would drown if drunk), we arrived at a large net coming out of the water.

Sharks and sting rays were contained in this cordoned area of the ocean. I hopped off the boat and right in! There were about a dozen nurse sharks, some as big as 14 feet long, gathered on the ocean floor 10 feet below.

I had a snorkel to use so I could keep my face in the water.





I started swimming, watching these huge animals that, just minutes before, I had been terrified of encountering. This was easy! And fun. Until, our guides decided to wake the little (big) beasties up. They swam to the bottom and smacked the nurse sharks until they swam off the ocean floor, right at me! I tried to scream but just wound up choking on seawater. One passed by me, just inches away.





It was an exciting and scary experience, although not quite Jaws-theme-song scary.

Scratch that one off the list!

My Life List

Before I really get moving on this newest adventure that is my blog, let me first apologize.

I haven’t written like this in a very long time. I work in local television news, which includes a lot of doom and gloom, and not a lot of happy writing. I also haven’t written about myself in about a year so now I need to pull out my narcissistic qualities that I know I have and apply them to my writing. I’ll do my best to make this fun, interesting and expressive!

My list has three parts to it (for now). Things I want to do, places I want to go, and things I want to see… yea not very creative but you get the idea. Also, it is a very corny list... but I'm a sappy, traditional optimist. The things that are crossed out, are things I have completed. I will be writing blogs on each of those experiences so stay tuned.

And now… without further ado… here is my Life List! TA-DA! :-D


Things I want to do
Fall in love
Start a family
Have a career
Find a job I LOVE
Be in NYC for New Years Eve
Ride a mechanical bull
Swim with dolphins
Swim with sea turtles
Ride an elephant
Swim with sharks
Go skinny-dipping
Go parasailing
Sky diving
Bungee jumping
Go hang gliding
White water raft
Go scuba diving
Go up in a hot air balloon
Ride a camel
Take salsa, ballroom dance lessons
Swim in the Dead Sea
Make a difference on one person’s life
Donate to a charity
Go whale watching
Fly a kite
Learn to surf
Participate in a protest
Participate in the giant tomato fight
Run with the bulls
Experience white nights
Go on a safari
See the Aurora Borealis
Read more classic books, poems, novels, etc
Watch the classic movies
Ride in a paddle boat
Have a food fight!
Get a professional massage
Climb a mountain
Kiss in the rain
Get my palm/tarot cards/future read
Drink Guinness in Dublin
Make a movie
Make a documentary film
Make another movie
Make another documentary film
Swim in the fountain at UMD
Write for a professional Web site


Places I want to go
Visit Israel
Visit Egypt
Visit Italy: Rome, Venice, Leaning Tower of Piza, Milan, Florence
Visit France: Paris
Visit Spain:
Visit Japan, Thailand,
Visit Australia: Great Barrier Reef, Sydney Opera House
Visit Greece
Visit more of the US: Hawaii, California (Hollywood/LA, So Cal, San Fran, San Diego, Napa), Mount Rushmore, Las Vegas, Alaska,
Visit Ireland
Visit Hungary
Visit Turkey
Visit Russia
Visit India


Things I want to see
See the Statue of Liberty
See the great works of art
See concentration camps
See the pyramids and sphinx
See the Grand Canyon
See Yellowstone
See the Great Wall of China
See the Taj Mahal
See the Eiffel Tower
Visit Ground Zero
Visit the Wailing Wall


You might wonder why some things are on my list and other things are not. It’s all relative though… what excites me, might not interest you. But, if you read my blog and think of something I might like and should add to my list, I would love new suggestions. Just please don’t suggest “sing karaoke,” or “run a marathon.” For me, singing is meant for the shower and the car… and I only run when chased.

Just Do Something... Aim for the Sky

Every one has a goal in life, something they must do before they leave this planet forever. I know that sounds like a generalization, but if it wasn’t true, why would we all keep trucking along through the day-to-day monotony?

Some people have small goals, like try Thai food. Other people have big goals, like get married and have a family (yes I think that is a big goal, even though it is a societal norm). But overall, everyone has hopes, dreams, and goals.

Did you ever see the movie “The Bucket List?” I didn’t. But I know the general plot is that two old men start doing all the things they want to do before they “kick the bucket” a.k.a die.

I liked this idea… but with a positive spin on it.

I decided to start doing all the things I want to do while I’m alive. From that idea, grew my “Life List.”

But before I tell you about my list, let me tell you a little bit about myself. (I’ll keep it as short as a wordy person like me can manage.)

I’m adventurous but cautious. I’m spontaneous but I write lists all the time. Crossing things off my list gives me a thrill similar to jumping out of a plane (And trust me I would know… but more on that later). I love to exaggerate but I’ve been taught to tell the truth… that’s what you get when your father’s motto is “Everything is made better with exaggeration,” but you’ve had 4 years of “journalistic integrity” shoved down your throat at school. I love writing with ellipses…, (parenthesis), and emoticons :-). I’m a lover and a fighter, but whatever I do, I do with passion. And I love to DO things.

So I wrote down all the things I want to do in my life… and I am continually adding to it because, hell, I was only 20 when I made my list. How was I supposed to know EVERYTHING I want to do in life? I think it is important to have goals and to have things to look forward to… it keeps the humdrum out of life. By doing new and exciting things, it adds a little spice to my life. And I get through each day by planning and dreaming of those new things.

Some of my goals are short term things that I can complete in one day. Some things will take me years to accomplish. Other items on my list may take me my whole life to do. But my goal is to cross off at least 2 things on my list each year.

In this blog, I plan to back-track through the things I have already done and tell you about my experiences. Then, I’ll write about the next thing I’m planning to do and write again once I’ve done it.

I hope this blog will allow me flex my little-used, semi-creative writing skills (I work in local news and it is not the best place for creative, personal writing). This will also be a personal memoir so I can remember all the cool things I’ve done in my life… and I hope it inspires you to get out there and just DO something... Aim for the sky.


PS – My next entry will showcase The Life List so stay tuned.