Everybody’s Free

(to wear sunscreen)

Mary Schmich
Chicago Tribune

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’97… 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. 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.


Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.


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 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.


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 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 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.


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’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.


Have you ever driven by a hippie, environmental protest and had your beautiful gas guzzling SUV keyed?

Now you can protect your car by making it appear environmentally friendly with the Glenn Beck Hydro-Carbon Powered Eco-Vehicle bumper sticker. Look like a friend of the Earth while killing it at the same time!

Hydro Carbon just means oil, but with our clever recycle-shape inspired design, environmentalists and global warming zombies alike will take one look and think you’re on their side. Only we’ll know the truth behind it…you evil conservative hate monger!

And with this sticker 2-pack you get one for your car, and one to share with a friend.

moving in

i’ve made lots of moves in my years.  I was even known for being nomadic and living out of cardboard boxes.  The move i made saturday however was not so simple.  rented a uhaul and brought over my bed, couches and clothes.   cleaned out my old bedroom.  threw out lots of old stuff.  Moved into my new bedroom.  I even got to sleep there with ozzie.  It was wierd.  New sounds, new smells, new enviorment.  but now i’m starting to get used to it.  Ozzie even wakes up with Patti and I on our heads. 

Sorry this site has looked a little plain  I have some plans for it but i haven’t been home (new home) much lately.  After puling off that wedding my office at church really got trashed.  so we took everything out threw out all the junk and now i’m still moving stuff back in.  it’s comming together though.  i’m excited.  new office, new bedroom, new home.

valley drivers

At first i was suprised, but then i saw that it was a driver from the valley. That makes sense.

NEW YORK – A truck driver whose rig was 6 inches too tall for the Lincoln Tunnel drove its entire 1.5-mile length, peeling the trailer’s roof completely and ripping off decorative ceiling tiles.

Flashing signs and officers using a loudspeaker had warned the driver, and it was unclear why he didn’t heed them, according to the Port Authority of New York and New Jersey, which operates the tunnel.

“He misjudged the height of the tunnel, and once he was inside it he didn’t realize the damage he was doing,” said Roy Guzman, the safety director of the trucker’s employer, U.S.A. Logistics Carriers of McAllen, Texas.

The driver, from Texas, was charged with nine misdemeanor moving violations.

The central tube of three in the tunnel heading into Manhattan was closed for about 90 minutes after the accident early Thursday, but reopened just before the morning rush hour.

On the rare occasions when other trucks have scraped the tunnel’s ceiling, the drivers have stopped, Port Authority spokesman Steve Coleman said. Police then let air out of the trucks’ tires, so the rigs can be backed out.

Back to Life as Normal

Well, after the site being inadverently down, i lost a few days of blogging here so i’ll just catch up from where i left off.  Sunday morning around 2 AM i finally left the church, went home to the trailer, Patti went to her house and got the what little sleep that i could after putting everything back together.  Yeah, i know.. we didn’t get to spend our wedding night together but we were just both so physically and mentally exausted.  Got to church early and made sure everything was in working order.  We left to the airport mid-service.  Hung out at the airport while weather delayed flights into Houston.  We finally made into New York around midnight.  Took a cab to the hotel.  Patti had her eyes closed most of the trip.  We were hungry so we had our first sample of the huge plates new yorkers dine on.  Jimmy and Carla met up with us the next morning.  We got to walk around central park a bit and time square.  That evening we went to see the Blue Man Group.  The next day we toured the USS Wasp.  Be sure and have Patti tell you that story.  We got to see other shows out there.   We had a really good time, but most importanly we actually got to spend time together.  Just her and i.  It was perfect.  Now back to reality. 


after a week of being offline, this site is back up.  Wasn’t to sure what happened at first but it was my own stupidty that messed it up.  I was using a dynamic ip address on the server and didn’t have any remote access to the router to point to the new ip.  Sorry about that.