Friday, October 12, 2007

Birthdays, Blog Addiction and Sunscreen

First off I want to sing Happy Birthday to John Finn:



Happy Birthday to You!

Happy Birthday to You!

Happy Birthday Dear John Finn!!!!!!!!!!

Happy Birthday to You!


Tonight instead of creating my own post I've been reading other blogs. It is so great to read other's ramblings and musings because not only do you get a different perspective, you also tend to forget your own problems.



One of my favorite songs came on tonight while reading blogs. Probably many of you have already heard it. Just in case, the lyrics are posted below along with a video of the song. I listen to this song at least once a day. Let me know what you think about it.








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Baz Luhrmann - Everybody Is Free (To Wear Sunscreen)
(Lyrics are below the video)

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Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of '99...



Wear sunscreen.



If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.


I will dispense this advice now.



Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh never mind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.



You are not as fat as you imagine.



Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.



Sing.



Don't be reckless with other peoples hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.



Floss.



Don't waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long, and in the end, it's only with yourself.



Remember the compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.



Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.



Stretch.



Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year olds I know still don't.



Get plenty of calcium.



Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.



Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't, maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't, maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it, or what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.



Dance even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.



Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.



Do NOT read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.



Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good.



Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.



Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on.



Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.



Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.



Travel.



Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.



Respect your elders.



Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.



Don't mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.



Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than its worth.



But trust me on the sunscreen...

5 comments:

Daisy said...

that's pretty good advice.

and of course I don't mind that you added me! :)

ooh, you have a lot of favorite singers... we even have some of them in common :D

May said...

I can't find one fault with your advice. There was one line in it, the one about New York being hard and California being soft that is the kind of thing one remembers. "Do NOT read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly." Thats a fact. "Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders." Ha I'm already like that, always moaning about the present invention. One of my nicknames is Aunty May cause I feel like an old woman!

Thanks for your comment on my blog, it made my day.

Linda and her Twaddle said...

Such good advice - trouble is with advice hardly anyone follows it!!! People do like to learn the hard way as it apparently makes the journey more exciting.

HappyStill said...

I last saw this when I was living in England about 10 years ago!! I loved it so much that I bought 2 little books containing the lyrics- one for me and one for my (now) sister in law.
We quoted it at each other the whole time I was there.
NOW I know what to get her for her 50th birthday this year. Thank you thank you thank you!!!!

A little Bit lazy a Little Bit Hypo said...

I remember this song so clearly. Laughing in histerics to it, at a lame science camp with all the other nerds, when we were supposed to be asleep, thinking we were so hardcore, at age 12. Made me smile:D

 
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