Wah-Baby here. Don’t invite me to anything scary. Yah, no. Just don’t. I’m the biggest Wah-baby on the planet. Halloween pranksters would have a field day with me. I hate EVERYTHING scary about Halloween. However, I love decorating (how “scary” is my window?) and making cute little craft things for
Archives for October 2016
Oh hello Junk Drawer, my old friend.
I always wanted to do a DIY instruction type post. Bahahahahahahahhahaha. No, I really do. But I am not the person who could organize herself enough to write a serious DIY Instruction type post. I know what I COULD do. And that is to tell you how to NOT clean your
Puberty is a Punny Thing.
I.Just.Can’t.Somedays. It’s really happened. I mean, it’s been happening. My Lil Rambler isn’t so “Little” anymore. I should have been more on my game when her pediatrician said at her 9 year old check up last year…well, she’s starting puberty. She’s in stage two. I’m sorry…shes in what? There are
Rambler Recall- Doctor Date
Closet of posts from blogs past. Above is what My Rambling Thoughts used to look like back in her time of baby bottles, preschool and only in a restaurant work reportings click to read. Every once in a while…it’s good to regurgitate old posts that some have not seen.
Year One As a Military Spouse
I did it…I made it through my first real year of being a Military Spouse. First, let me start by saying I’ve had a couple sips of Red Bull and just completed a full blown choreographed dance to Debbie (or is it Deborah now?) Gibson’s OUT OF THE BLUE . For