Bubble Dishes

Have I ever told you why this blog is called Bubble Dishes? No? Well, circle 'round and listen up. When I started this blog in August 2010 (shucks, I totally didn't do a "happy one year blog-iversary to myself" post in August!) I was in serious need of some sort of creative outlet. I had gotten so swept up in the events of my life that summer, and I realized that I was in dire need of a place to think out loud. Yes, yes, I know... that's what friends are for. But that's not the only thing friends are for, and friends deserve some respite from their roles as listeners sometimes. It's important to me to be able, as best I can, to lift myself up by my own boot straps and not wear down the people in my life... having fun is of utmost importance, always! (Though it must be noted that my friends and family are spectacular listeners and fun-havers, and I appreciate them MUCHO!) So, after a particularly lovely day in my life (see blog post numero uno), I started this here little blog. But what to call it?!

Maybe the hardest thing a person will ever do online is name a blog. All the good names are taken! Seriously, you have to get pretty stinkin' creative. Unless you have been blessed with an incredibly abnormal name (did you get beat up as a kid for it?) or you have a particular mastery of words, your chosen blog name will most assuredly already be taken. It didn't take long for me to realize that any name that made any sense to anyone else was going to be nearly impossible to obtain. So, I thought about what in my life is a sweet memory. What are things I do that make me smile, even though they're really nothing to smile about? I strive to see the small things in life from which I can derive happiness... and then it hit me.

Bubble dishes!

When I was small, I would help my mom with bubble dishes. You know, after a home cooked meal, the pots and pans haven't washed themselves. So what do you do? You put a stopper in the sink, pour in some soap, and turn on the warm water. And what do you get? That's right! A sink full of bubbles! And what do you put in that sink? This dishes! My mom calling them "bubble dishes" was so much more alluring and fun than what they actually were: dirty dishes that needed the grime scrubbed off of them. But wouldn't it be great if we always tried to look at things that way? Even the grimiest days can have a little spark of fun in them. So I went with it. "Bubble Dishes it shall be!", I thought. And it was so.

And last night after dinner when I was staring at my stack of dishes to be washed (like always because I don't have a dishwasher), I had to smile and plunge straight into that sink full of bubble dishes.

love always <3