A Little MS with a Little MSW

When I think of bubbles, four types come to mind: the soapy child’s toy with wand; gum; bubble baths; and champagne. Let’s take a moment and break these down as they relate to my life, shall we?

The Toy

Bubbles are great. I have nothing but positive memories of bubbles, both as a child and as an adult. A cheap, reliable form of entertainment. I wish the toy makers had concocted those giant bubble machines when I was a child. I think they are pretty cool even now. I can’t imagine how enthralled I would have been in preschool or elementary school!

The Oral Fixation:

My mom always chewed Dentyne. My favorite was grape Hubba Bubba. I chewed more gum as a child than I have as an adult. Big League gum was a pretty cool invention, I must admit. I really loved Bubble Tape, too. It was made by Hubba Bubba and shaped like a roll of tape. I also had a mini Hello Kitty-shaped gum dispenser that held micro pieces of gum. I loved that thing!

The Savior:

My mom never let me use it as a child because she has always strongly believed in its’ ability to cause UTI’s. Looking back, I needed a good bubble bath growing up with that unhinged woman. All I can say is, it got me through single parenthood and still gets me through the tough days. One of the greatest inventions ever, in my humble opinion. Judge me if you will, but I instilled in my girls from a young age, the three necessities for coping with stress – chocolate, wine, and bubble bath.

The Celebration:

My taste buds have never been a fan of bubbly. I will partake on special occasions: anniversaries, New Years, etc… but of all the bubbles, it’s played the smallest role in my life and memories. My favorite part about it is the ‘pop’ the cork makes on its hasty exit from the bottle. It’s like the guy being shot out of the cannon at the circus.

—-OMG, I FORGOT ONE!—–

B.U.B.B.L.E. W.R.A.P.

Did y’all know there are bubble wrap calendars? This is great, but it requires something most humans don’t possess… self-restraint! I know I would not be able to stop at one bubble per day. I would immediately wad it up, twist it, and – bam – the entire month gone in the flick of a wrist. Maybe this would be a good way to teach children the proverb ‘Patience is a Virtue.’