So... I have been doing this super silly thing (in my head) lately. Everytime my day becomes even a tinge un-busy, I convince myself that, I neeeeeed some excitement in my life.... I go around, racking my brain. Wondering what this thing is that will bring me some excitement....
I go through the obvious things that might bring excitement... New love? Oh goodness no... New Hair color? New hair length? Umm, nope nope (but red hair could be fun? oh ya, already tried that once, for 24 hours, until my hairdresser opened her front door and helped me)... New pet? New town? Vacation? New outrageous shoes? What??? What off the wall thing could I do, to attempt to bring my life some form of excitement?
I am not talking about the feeling of being sad. I am talking about, everything is A-okay, but I sure would looove some silly fun and exciting happenings. You know, something out of the ordinary...
Chances are, anything I choose, will bring me more drama and less excitement. I'll end up frantic (the hair choice), overwhelmed (moving), in a state of buyer's remorse (new "outrageous" shoes)... Is there any practical thing that could fix my burning desire??? A Discotheque, perhaps? (only if JT's meeting me there)
Just when I almost gave in to one of the above, I found the cure. I found it, I found it!!! Yes, I can cure your need for excitement too. I can I can!! The recipe calls for, glycerine, dawn soap, Light Karo Corn syrup, distilled water, a car, and 5 emergency dollars!!!
I am sorry that it isn't as easy as painting your nails some groovy color...
So here is how it all began. My rat tail and I went outside to see what we could conjur up for excitement.
When the lovely weather whispered the answer... In I ran, in search of tools to make the tools, and soap to make the concoction.
I went online and found this!! Bravo!!! This is it, I knew it, I knew it!! Monster Bubbles!!! Yes yes yes!!! This is just what the doctor ordered!!!!!
Only, this is one of those times my cooking skills "Could Not" save me. You can not substitute dark corn syrup for light, and you can't use well water, instead of distilled. You just can't. 6 attempts at a formula later (plus two bottles of dawn and soap everywhere). Although, I almost had a monster bubble, twice...
I realized, I had more of a monster MESS on my hands than lovely bubbles...
This is where the car + the 5 bucks comes into play. Wash off as much bubble mess as you can, jump in the car, drive like a MAD woman to the store and buy a GIANT bottle of commercial bubbles. Woo Hooooo.
But wait. Why did I ever think I could photograph this, and blow bubbles at the same time??
This is where you start longing for rest and relaxation more than excitement. And, you see how this can take the place of coloring your hair in a whole new brilliant color?? You get the same effect.
You wish you had never conjured up the idea. But in this case, it is only soap. Not hair!! Not a new more complicated boyfriend/husband, not a botched vacation where you sit in the airport for 64 hours. No!! It is only soap... See how this works?? Same frustration. Same loss of the need for excitement. But, it is only SOAP!!! Wooohoooo!!
And if you are lucky, you might even get a lovely shot...
So, after that one, lovely & satisfying photograph... You decide, that is it. No more excitement for me. Unless of course, John Travolta calls. But, in the real version of things, no more. I am done. Fulfilled. Next thing on my list...
So, I take my self shopping... And, think I deserve anything I want. So here is what I choose...
My room smells like apple, grape, and original bubble gum blissssss...
Now, tell me, does this ring any bells??? My friend Honor always says, people will tell you exactly who they are if you just listen... But why don't I listen to the royal title people when they tell me that I am the great Bubblewick??? Isn't this all making perfect sense now??? Remember this?
The only problem is, you have to make sure noone gets into your stash. And the pitter patter of little feet, warned me...
My wee one is after the bubble gum...
How do explain to her that she can't chew bubble gum? That dolls, simply can't? Please give me some advice ;)
Now, here is the deal. For a little blogging excitement, tell me some wacky thing you might have done in the name of a change or excitement, some time in your life. And I will put together a wackylicious gift bag for one of you!!!! I will draw names in a few days!! ;)
Off I go for now.... xoxo, V
PS: I do hope that you might try one of these formulas... I might try it again soon (with the correct ingredients this time).
pps: the carnival photo was found in google images and I believe (after searching), is by Adam Gageik Goetz. It was listed on photos.net
