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
Oh hello, Corvette. Ready for me?
The Family Car Dynamic. Our family has two cars that we drive daily. (Eyeroll…which will be explained as you read on) There is my Mommy/Soccer/Grocery Delivering/Transport Carrier of any Animal or large household goods SUV…Oh and ANYTHING dirty. Prince Charming’s? This black fiberglass beauty of corvette is the one thing
Is that really a goat?
Can’t make this up if I tried. How many can honestly say a goat has joined you during your morning exercise torture? Routine. I mean routine. Working out could only happen before we got the kids up for school. The sun hadn’t even come up that morning but my roommate, Cuzzie,