How to make life more silly/daring/development-y. Ideas?

So, yesterday I vented about how I feel stifled in my life, how I wish for different surroundings but can only change so much about my life.  I gave a few examples of things I wanted to change and I think I said I would elaborate on this later.  Did I?  I don't remember.  But I meant to, so let's say I did.

Our spontaneous slip 'n' slide/volleyball-in-a-wet-suit/swim in the sea day already had me thinking about this.  Then at Heathrow City airport John recommended a book to me by this guy who said yes to everything for a year.  His name is Danny Wallace and the book John recommended is called Join Me, about how Danny started a cult collective by accident out of nothing.  The book is fantastic so far.  Danny is intelligent, funny, a great writer and his story is inspiring.  I relate to his ability to just know that he adores someone.  He put an ad in the paper that just said, "Join Me.  Send a passport-sized photo to..." and this guy, Christian sent him his photo and a take-out menu along with a little blurb about himself.  Sent it to Danny without knowing what he's joining!  Just because he was bored.  And Danny placed the ad because he was bored.  And Danny assumed that Christian was just the best guy ever.  He was practically in love with him.  So, they arranged a meeting and after some awkwardness, Danny, Christian and Christian's friend were all talking about Sega and this and that and became fast friends.  I LOVE IT!!  That's how I want my life to be.  And it kind of is.  I just flew off to Wales to see some people I only "met" online in May.  (Though we've had video chats with them.  Which counts for something.)  Check out Danny's website here.

Now I'd like to get specific and ask for your suggestions. :-)

(Last Fall, Jude decided to shake things up around here by putting on music for us to dance to after work.  I think it lasted two days, partly because I didn't know he had decided this.  He reminded me of all this yesterday when I said that we should have a mandatory dance time once he gets home from work, no exceptions.   Great idea, right?  Crank up some music and throw our bodies around White People Style. 

Except that yesterday he came home late-ish and we're having a heat wave, which puts me in a miserable mood, and Lulu had been really naughty spraying Daisy's pasta with window cleaner, and had also thrown clean laundry about and wouldn't pick it up and had to have a time-out and I was beaucoup de grumpy and absolutely could not dance to music.  Was not going to happen. 

So, already I've realised that having strict rules takes the fun out of stuff.)

Here's what I'm looking for:

I want fewer obligations and more choice.  

I want more art and poetry and less clutter and ugly.

I want more gratitude and less complaining but I also don't want it to have to be a struggle.  Ya, Victor Frankl proved that happiness is possible in a concentration camp, blah, blah, blah, WHATEVER.

I want more knowledge and less monotonous repetition and drudgery (aka housework).

I want more spontaneity and fewer plans. 

I want more silly and less self-consciousness.

I want more interaction and less self-absorption.

I want more laughter and less drama.

Some ideas I had for bringing some fun/silly/personal growth into our lives:

• have my kids speak only in French to me at meals.
• try to learn some Spanish with John and Louise.
• post-work/post-school daily dance time.
• drive to the beach and swim with our clothes on, then drive home sopping wet.
• next night time rain storm, stand in my back yard... naked.
• have people over for games nights, no matter how imperfectly tidy our house is.
• listen to more Prairie Home Companion.
• download more audiobooks.
• remember that blog post I wrote for John where I took a list of favourite words that he gave me and turned it into a piece of bizarre writing?  I want to make that a regular feature here.  So, send me your lists of 12 favourite words and then I'm going to invite all readers to write something funny and I'll post them and we can vote on the best piece and maybe there will be prizes for the winners.
• let the kids do my hair and then go out to dinner at a restaurant.
• let the kids choose my outfits sometimes.
• talk to more people-- make the jobs of waiters and store clerks less humdrum and their days shorter,  ask opinions of strangers around me, be open to new relationships.
• SAY YES MORE-- to experiences, not obligations.  Say yes to the kids more.  I always said I'd be that kind of mom and then somewhere along the way I got grumpy.
• give the kids more experiences for birthday and Christmas gifts instead of stuff (we've been doing this for a year, even asking other people to adopt our idea).
• maybe do that Free Hugs thing some time.  No, definitely do that Free Hugs thing.  With a friend.  Next time I'm in a busy city with a friend, we're giving away Free Hugs. Who's with me?
• have a meal with the kids and maybe another family where we eat spaghetti with bizarre utensils, directly from the table.
• do and record a choreographed dance and lip sync number as a family á la Huxtables from The Cosby Show.
• accept more dares.

Any more ideas out there?  Come on.  You people are smart.  Dish.

Daily Gratitudes

1. I said yes to Lulu to have a bath with me when I wanted to continue having it alone.  I was able to witness her growing imagination and discover that yes, she still loves my breasts.  Apparently, they are soft like pillows.  Also, Lulu makes a great dolphin.
2. Put my pink t-shirt on tonight and it smelled like Wales.
3. My visiting teacher surely thinks I'm crazy.  And it bugged me for a few minutes until I thought, What if I am crazy?  What if she thinks all sorts of unflattering things about me AND SHE'S RIGHT?  I'm still valuable even if all that is true, right?  I still have friends, people still enjoy me?  So, then who cares?  We just won't be best friends.  Oh well.  And just like that I stopped caring.  A light bulb moment I had a while ago that still comes in handy when feeling insecure.
4. Izzy is one year old today.  Only a few years to go where I don't occasionally wish she'd have a heart attack. (New readers:  Izzy is a dog, not a baby.  A retriever.  We've had her since 8 weeks of age.  Try it sometime.  Bwaahahahaha.)
5. Jude just went to get me some dill pickle or ketchup chips, based on which post-chip breath of mine he hates least, despite being really tired and having just walked the dog.