That has been my motto since, well, since Cindy Lauper first came out with her hit song back in the 80s.
It struck a deep chord within me, summed up my attitude toward how I wanted to live my life. How else to explain my obsession with class reunions, my love of laughter, my need to connect with friends and, well, have fun?
I come from a long line of fun-loving women, as evidenced by the picture posted here -- a glimpse of a day long ago in the life of my dear, departed Grandma Danna (she's the one in the middle in the stylin' yellow hat). I believe she and her pals at the assisted living facility where she resided are enjoying Kentucky Derby Day in this photo. They donned their special Derby Day hats on their way to the recreation room, and had a few cocktails while watching the race on TV.
I have oodles of old black and white pictures of my mom at class reunions and dances and various and sundry get togethers with her smiling, laughing friends. My sister is a big fan of dressing up in ornate costumes for Halloween.
As for me, fun is hanging out with my girlfriends who have known me forever and love me anyway, laughing so hard your cheeks hurt. I'm up for a slumber part any time, at any age.
Fun for me is deciding on the spur of the moment to take off for Barnes and Noble in Des Moines on a weeknight, grabbing my favorite cuppa Starbucks, and perusing the shelves for hours...not necessarily buying anything.
Fun is making plans for a mini-class reunion in between official reunion years because, well, just because it's a good excuse to chuckle over old times with classmates I don't get to see every day since I live 750 (freaking) miles from my hometown.
"Some boys take a beautiful girl and hide them away from the rest of the world. I want to be the one who walks in the sun! Oh, girls, they wanna have fun. Girls just wanna have fun."
(Sherri, if you are reading this, you KNOW what I'm talkin' about. Dave and John aren't exactly HIDING us away from the rest of the world, but somedays...)
Fun for me is blasting my favorite tunes from the CD player in my sister's convertible on a warm fall day on our way to visit my niece, Liz, in Uptown, MN. It's drinking margaritas atop Stella's in Uptown, or having a pretty blue raspberry martini with my work pals at the Old School Pub in Coon Rapids after a long week's work.
Fun is spontaneous.
But fun is also planning getaways down the road -- like my upcoming trip to Cincinnati...the anticipation alone as the day for my departure draws near can carry me high above the fluffy white clouds of happiness for weeks!
"I come home in the morning light, my mother says when you gonna live your life right..."
Of course, as one gets older, coming home in the morning light isn't always a wise option. So fun needs to be had earlier...perhaps a night of Bunco or Majong...or just hanging out on a friend's front porch and gabbing...
And what about Facebook? FUN!
"What in the world do you DO for hours at a time on Facebook," John asked me the other night.
"I talk to people, mostly, take stupid quizzes that tell me what TV mom I am, and post old pictures of friends," I said.
It don't get any better than that, boyfriend.
John, of course, is not the only one one in my life who does not understand my fascination with FB. Unless you have lived in a small Iowa town for nearly 20 years, and survived a couple of soul-killing winters, spending hours ad nauseam on FB may be hard to fathom.
It's all about connecting. On a daily basis. Laughing...Sharing...seizing the day as it presents itself.
My Grandma Danna would be proud.