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The rantings and ravings of a mom of three wonderful girls as she finds new love while working like a dog and shaking her fist at the system. You know. Pretty much like everybody else.

Thursday, June 22, 2006


I like bubbles.

I like the way they look and smell. I like the way they float so freely anywhere and everywhere. I like the way that bubbles try to keep the air in, while keep- ing the air out.

Why are bubbles so much fun? Why does it give us joy to blow air into soap and watch as our creations float...and then pop? Why are we instantly transcended to youthful innocence when we see bubbles?

Even watching someone else enjoy bubbles is fun. They have the ability to make you smile when you didn't know you had one in there.

So, when I found some pictures of bubbles today, and they started making me feel a little upbeat, I thought I'd share. I know a few of you could use a smile right now.

Or if not a smile, maybe your own personal you-sized bubble to help you drift in the wind, free of life's little entanglements, for a while. Consider this a subliminal suggestion.

Stop and smell the roses. Listen to your heartbeat. Blow a bubble (and I don't mean Michael Jackson's simian friend, either) instead of blowing smoke.

Enjoy each moment that you can. Life is entirely too short. And while you can't live in a bubble, sometimes a little momentary escape is enough to get you by.

Or, you can read this and laugh your ass off like I did. Thanks Spider Girl for passing along the link. I needed that! See. You're all in a better mood already!


Blogger Highlander said...

Wonderful post, baby.

I like bubbles, too.

And there are a few people I can think of that I'd like to stick in one. And then watch it waft away, over the ocean, never to return... or sail higher and higher in the sky, dwindling and dwindling with increasing distance, until... oh! Have we just lost sight of it, or did it pop in a vague, glimmering twinkle I thought I might have seen... and is that just the sound of someone's brakes going off down the block, or is that the thin, faraway death scream of someone from inside a popped bubble hurtling towards the merciless embrace of the oh so cruelly distant earth below...?

Sorry. A lot of bad calls today. But still, a wonderful post, sweetie.

6/22/2006 11:59 AM  
Blogger AaA said...

I like bubbles too. And Craig is one funny guy. I agree with him completely. Fuck reality and it's stupid little intrusions into my pleasure. Who does it think it is anyway?

6/23/2006 12:20 AM  
Blogger SuperFiancee said...

H -

Yeah, bubbles are good for carrying away all your troubles. Bubblebaths especially. Glad it's the weekend and you don't need the bubbles to get rid of the problems right now.

Nate -

I laughed so hard when I read that guy's post. Especially the part about changing lightbulbs. And deleting porn. Oh, hell, I liked it all.

6/24/2006 6:46 PM  

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