Wednesday, February 25, 2009

There's Nothing Wrong with Blowing Bubbles

So I know yesterday's post was pretty depressing. I won't go into anymore detail because, to be honest, the day just got worse from there. So I won't talk about it anymore, instead I'll talk about....PONIES and RAINBOWS and why I can't stop eating conversation hearts. Well, the last one's easy: because they sit right next to the computer and I like sugar.

But really, I don't want to dwell on the negative anymore, instead I'll go back to a simpler time. A time where you have no idea how hard life will get. A time of innocence and naivety. A time of...okay, childhood, I'm talking about being a kid. Get it? Childhood, the land of a million dreams, where nothing goes wrong, where its sunshine and roses and...Okay, I'll stop.

Things are so much easier when you're a kid! Like peeing your pants and pretending like nothing happened, like picking your nose and nobody cares, like telling someone they're ugly and not getting in a fistfight, like playing bologna darts, like spraying whipped cream right in your mouth.
Aaahhhhhhh, to be a child again...

Although I can't be a kid anymore, I can be childlike. I can look at people and see the best parts of them, I can let things go and not hold grudges, I can be forgiving and I can be lovable and kind. I CAN do those things, I really do have that option. So I'm trying, I'm trying to remember the lesson I've been taught my whole life. I'm trying to keep hold of that and not be a person I don't want to be. So I'm going to go color in some coloring books, and drink chocolate milk with a straw, and blow bubbles and laugh and be silly and dance around my living room.

RaInBOwS and pOnIeS....tra la lala la!


  1. lol

    I'm trying so very hard to do the same thing right now.

    and thanks for commenting on my post. I knew you would think it was funny :)

  2. That was a good post. Too bad we grow up and become so calloused. BUT--hey, I can still wet my pants........happens when you get older, so you got that to look forward to. (tee,hee)I also love coloring with the grandkids.

  3. (This is for the World Record, by the way! lol)
    I'm not sure being a child is always rainbows and ponies. And the reason I say this, is because my kiddo is next to me, screaming, whining, throwing his head back in a horrible tantrum. There are NO ponies or rainbows here. At least right now, give it a couple minutes, then maybe. (Oh, my neices and nephew are in town, and they have some AWESOME coloring books. They have special markers that don't color on anything except the special paper. I told my hubby we are getting me one the next time we go shopping!)

  4. Mel, I'll be right over for bubbles, coloring and conversation hearts! You're the best, great thoughts and inspiring insight. You're my hero!
    I'm praying for you chica


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