Wednesday, May 03, 2006

It's a boy!

I got my puppy...he was rescued from the Bahamas and he's a little under the weather so I have not been able to blog since I got him.

His name is Charlie and he is SO sweet. I will post pictures soon. In the meantime, I heard this older song on the radio today...and I just had to post the lyrics because they are the best. lyrics. ever.

Seriously.

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99,

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 nevermind; 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’re 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 everyday that scares you.

Sing.

Don’t be reckless with other people’s 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 and 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
it’s worth.


But trust me on the sunscreen…

16 comments:

Leesa said...

Can't wait to see the puppy :)
Great lyrics!

Osbasso said...

We want puppy pics!

PatZ said...

those lyrics used to be cool til some dick wad in rez ruined them for everyone.

Marianna said...

Congrats on the puppy! I'm so happy for you!!!

And incredible lyrics, gal. Do you know the artist?

M~

Barbara Doduk said...

right on (to you) for the doggie...

there is a story behind that song, those words, were originally written by a newspaper columnist. then used in that song... ummm oh here is the info i'm thinking of:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wear_Sunscreen

Bronwyn said...

Congrats on the puppy!!!

Spider said...

Great post! Binsk, sending great thoughts and energy your way. Why? Just because it's Thursday.

And I love those lyrics. I'm living in NYC. It's getting close to when I know I will have to leave, maybe in 2 years. I do feel myself getting "harder." And I know I don't want to end up a cynic, or uncaring.

Jerk Of All Trades 2.0 said...

The Bahamas ?!?

And now you have hm in Toronto?
Damn, that's cruel. I thought they were nice to doggies and kitties when they put them up for adoption. "Well your puppy USED to live in Hawaii, but I.m sure he'll like it a lot better here in Milwaukee"

At least I know Charlie (Cha-lee) has a good mommy now.

onan the bavarian said...

A dog. The secret of a happy life. I'll be back to see those dog pics. HHNT.

Unknown said...

aw. a puppy. congratulations; that's so sweet! :) can't wait to see photos...

Madame D said...

Baz Luhrman did it.
"Everybody's Free (To wear Sunscreen)".

And it's been years since I really read that, thanks for reminding me it's not as cheesy and annoying when not played every hour on the hour on the local radio station.

Calvin said...

hey.. i love that song!! it does make a lot of sense ey?!

wopanese said...

bahamas? Puppy came a long way to find a home. Congrats - I'm sure you'll be a great puppy mom.

Allen said...

Looks like a great little buffy you've found there. My dog was really sick when I got him too. It took him almost a year to get up to a healthy weight. Right after I got him, I told a gril at work that he was sick and she looked at me and said "You're gonna take him back right?". It really irritated me. I said back to her "He's a dog, not a VCR."

I love that song. It always makes me sad though, I don't know why.

Anonymous said...

Awww, Binsk! Charlie is adorable! Has he chewed on every single item you own, yet?

I loved the lyrics...

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