My gawd Michael Phelps makes me want to swim laps in the pool as fast as I can possibly go
Hay I have dreams. I have GOALS.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Wear Sunscreen
Mary Schmich wrote this and gave it as a speech to a graduation class, I pull this out all the time and read it again.
Wear Sunscreen.
If I could offer you one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proven by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advise 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've 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 bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things the never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4:00pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day 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, sometime's you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember 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 of 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 your 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're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a 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 who knew you 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 certian 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 anyone expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll 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.
Wear Sunscreen.
If I could offer you one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proven by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advise 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've 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 bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things the never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4:00pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day 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, sometime's you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember 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 of 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 your 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're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a 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 who knew you 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 certian 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 anyone expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll 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.
Monday, June 9, 2008
In review......P.S. I Love You-dont read if you havent seen it
WOW. I'm starting with that. I did have the kleenex on hand but was determined to try and not be affected by this movie as I was warned I would be just because I like to be contrary.
I'll begin with the great acting. I thought Hillary Swank was excellent, and really all of the main cast was great. With me being not that familiar with Gerard Butler, I instantly fell in love with him (his character) and why? His sense of humor of course! Loved it. I've told friends before, they if they polled 20 women that were either in a fantastic marriage or great long standing relationship on what made them fall for the guy, 98% percent of them would begin with "he made me laugh" . Agree?
I remember all the hula-baloo about this movie coming across in its previews as a funny, light, romantic comedy, and then people learning what it actually IS. Whoa. Yes there were some funny parts (Lisa Kudrow's character) but eff can you say SADNESS abounds? Unfortunately some people ended up not liking the movie because they weren't prepared for the meat of the story. I had a lump in my throat within the first 10 minutes. But I was prepared. Tragic tragic story, to watch her carry that "urn" for lack of a better word, home after the funeral, and stand there with a blank look on her face in the middle of her living room, holding it......just staring. Augh! I felt her pain (great acting) and wanted to twist away from it. But I didnt, I was riveted.
Her relationship with Harry Connick Jr (LOVE him) was interesting, and funny, and cute.....and then at the end I was a little sad that didnt work out. But , that would have been the obvious ending, the tying of the bow at the end, and I'm okay when it doesnt end like I think it will, most of the time anyway. I loved her relationship with her friends. I didnt love her relationship with her mom until I came to understand it. When the movie takes you on the journey of how she and Gerry met, (which come ON peeps, I would love to be walking down a road in GREEN Ireland and have this sparkling eyed Irishmen begin talking to me, is that real?lol cuz if it is I need to check flights right NOW), I enjoyed watching their story.
The letters! I am in awe of the idea, that love really can go that deep for someone, that they would love SO much that they would plan something like that to help the person they know they are leaving behind get through it. I remember her line where she says, why is he doing this to me, making me remember things that only make it hurt worse.....putting myself in her shoes I get that. It wasn't easy for her , getting those letters, but at the same time they gave her joy too. Now if that had continued too long it would probably become unhealthy, but I think his timing was perfect. He gave her just enough to get her outside in the sunshine again. She bought herself a lamp. She started designing fabulous shoes. She went on 'holiday' (I love that word, holiday, instead of vacation). She finally, boxed up his things. She bought herself a kick*** disco shirt (want it btw). I also want her hair.
So on the Denny thing. (I'm cracking up because this dude is always gonna be Denny to me, from Greys Anatomy) I'm talking about Jeffrey Dean Morgan, he plays the other Irish guy, Gerry's friend, Billy. That was a little weird at first, when I learned who he was and there she is in bed with him, which of course catapults her off the bed because it freaked her out, and rightly so. But.....on the other hand, this guy knows Gerry almost as well, and loves him almost as much, as she does. Who better to spend time with, or be held by, than someone who fits that description? And I won't EVEN talk about how hot he is ....(swoooooooon).
Wasn't sure what would happen with that scenario, but when I realized she was taking her Mom to Ireland I think I knew before he was on the screen again. So I forgave the Harry Connick Jr thing not working out. They didnt push the ending with them (she and Billy), but left us thinking, well.....maybe? loved that.
So after all this nonsensical babbling of my opinion of this movie, the conclusion is this: I thought it was great. Different. Made me hurt. Made me laugh. Made me cry. Made me want. And definitely made me believe.
I'll begin with the great acting. I thought Hillary Swank was excellent, and really all of the main cast was great. With me being not that familiar with Gerard Butler, I instantly fell in love with him (his character) and why? His sense of humor of course! Loved it. I've told friends before, they if they polled 20 women that were either in a fantastic marriage or great long standing relationship on what made them fall for the guy, 98% percent of them would begin with "he made me laugh" . Agree?
I remember all the hula-baloo about this movie coming across in its previews as a funny, light, romantic comedy, and then people learning what it actually IS. Whoa. Yes there were some funny parts (Lisa Kudrow's character) but eff can you say SADNESS abounds? Unfortunately some people ended up not liking the movie because they weren't prepared for the meat of the story. I had a lump in my throat within the first 10 minutes. But I was prepared. Tragic tragic story, to watch her carry that "urn" for lack of a better word, home after the funeral, and stand there with a blank look on her face in the middle of her living room, holding it......just staring. Augh! I felt her pain (great acting) and wanted to twist away from it. But I didnt, I was riveted.
Her relationship with Harry Connick Jr (LOVE him) was interesting, and funny, and cute.....and then at the end I was a little sad that didnt work out. But , that would have been the obvious ending, the tying of the bow at the end, and I'm okay when it doesnt end like I think it will, most of the time anyway. I loved her relationship with her friends. I didnt love her relationship with her mom until I came to understand it. When the movie takes you on the journey of how she and Gerry met, (which come ON peeps, I would love to be walking down a road in GREEN Ireland and have this sparkling eyed Irishmen begin talking to me, is that real?lol cuz if it is I need to check flights right NOW), I enjoyed watching their story.
The letters! I am in awe of the idea, that love really can go that deep for someone, that they would love SO much that they would plan something like that to help the person they know they are leaving behind get through it. I remember her line where she says, why is he doing this to me, making me remember things that only make it hurt worse.....putting myself in her shoes I get that. It wasn't easy for her , getting those letters, but at the same time they gave her joy too. Now if that had continued too long it would probably become unhealthy, but I think his timing was perfect. He gave her just enough to get her outside in the sunshine again. She bought herself a lamp. She started designing fabulous shoes. She went on 'holiday' (I love that word, holiday, instead of vacation). She finally, boxed up his things. She bought herself a kick*** disco shirt (want it btw). I also want her hair.
So on the Denny thing. (I'm cracking up because this dude is always gonna be Denny to me, from Greys Anatomy) I'm talking about Jeffrey Dean Morgan, he plays the other Irish guy, Gerry's friend, Billy. That was a little weird at first, when I learned who he was and there she is in bed with him, which of course catapults her off the bed because it freaked her out, and rightly so. But.....on the other hand, this guy knows Gerry almost as well, and loves him almost as much, as she does. Who better to spend time with, or be held by, than someone who fits that description? And I won't EVEN talk about how hot he is ....(swoooooooon).
Wasn't sure what would happen with that scenario, but when I realized she was taking her Mom to Ireland I think I knew before he was on the screen again. So I forgave the Harry Connick Jr thing not working out. They didnt push the ending with them (she and Billy), but left us thinking, well.....maybe? loved that.
So after all this nonsensical babbling of my opinion of this movie, the conclusion is this: I thought it was great. Different. Made me hurt. Made me laugh. Made me cry. Made me want. And definitely made me believe.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Time's a Wastin
My wouldnt it be nice if I would actually DO something with this blog. I need to change the day from 24 hours to 48 hours, can anyone do that for me please? Not asking for much, just a little change for all humanity. The phrase "Under Construction" takes WORK, and a lot of TIME, which I seem to be running short on lately. Not work , TIME people. Time......where does it go? I want some of it back. Ever thought about that? If you could have slots of time, over the course of your lifetime, that you felt you completely wasted, what slots would you choose to have back and would you REALLY do something different with it? Hmmm. Well this profound thinking is making me tired. It's 10:44p and I'm up thinking about wasting time......somethin aint right.
K, well.....going to bed now. I will work on this blog one day and make it the prettiest little blog you ever saw in yo life.
Seriously. (it saves time if you type srsly)
K, well.....going to bed now. I will work on this blog one day and make it the prettiest little blog you ever saw in yo life.
Seriously. (it saves time if you type srsly)
Sunday, May 11, 2008
I need serious assistance
Oh for godsake I'm not talking about substance abuse, I'm referring to this BLOG page......I have no idea what I'm doing and it's not the layout I want and the pool and sunshine are calling me and I've had 8 cups of coffee and .....well, I'm going to the pool. hmph!!!
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Under Construction
And trust me, the title applies to more than just this blog. Stay tuned for further developments.........
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