Random Wednesday

Completely random moments by me.

Look, my Boyphone took this yesterday! I'm telling you, I fall in love with it more and more everyday....not as much as my daughter but its a close second :) with my hubby falling right behind it. (shhh, please don't tell)

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I went behind the TV the other day because I noticed Baby Jesus from the Nativity set had been flung there by "accident" via Lil Rambler. Strangely, I whacked my head hard enough that I blurted out "GEESUS CHRISTY"...and then stared at the Baby Jesus in my hand and thought

"Uh, weird".

And then whined more about my head...then felt more weird because, ahem, Jesus went through more...it was a really strange thought process. Really. I heart you Jesus.

And of course told myself to not forget to blog about it.

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I ran in a Marathon this past Sunday. The Honolulu Marathon. My time....10 seconds.

It was tiring, exhilarating, unexpected....

Alright, actually me and my employee needed to cross the street to get to our job. 14,000 runners were "hogging" the road. I asked the police officer if they had "breaks" in the run so people could cross. Without calling me a moron, he suggested to run with the pack and slowly zigzag our way to the other side....so with my jeans, sweater, and a large mommy purse (cause you know that's how us momma's roll :), and my fellow assistant, dressed in flannel, long pants and a large awkward size backpack, entered our first marathon.

"Uh, Squezee....Hehe, pardon, just need to..... oops sorry did my purse...morning to you too....good day huh?....soorrryyy, just need to....AAAA, made it"

We high-fived each other and laughed so hard we almost pee'd our pants. Maybe not her. She's 19. My I-gave-birth-who-ha-thing down there doesn't quite clench as good as before. TMI?

(Mental note to self again...Don't forget to blog about it.)

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I have a Charlie Brown Tree....on our table....I have a cute Lil dog that enjoyed tearing up all gifts his first year with us and mistook the tree for an outside fire hydrant and peed on it. So to avoid confusion and additional cleaning of torn up wrapping paper we decided to use the table that should be used for our dining purposes (but is not) for our Christmas Charlie Brown Tree. ((sigh))...one day with a bigger place, this may not be the issue.

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3 years ago today before this moment, I was running around like a crazed lunatic, trying to do everything, getting my hair did (thanks Sterf), my makeup purdy (thanks Dee) and my table assignments redone (loooong boring story), my dress on (thanks BFF, FLS & LBS).

Happy Anniversary Honey!

You work this morning, I work tonight... :o sigh again...two ships passing in the night.

We'll get our anniversary on this weekend! Promise!

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For EVERYONE that left me very sweet and kind comments yesterday regarding my dad's birthday....ONE BIG HEART TO YOU ALL! This bloggy land has been a great place and I've met some really wonderful random people!

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I believe my sister is still giving away stuff still so go check it out.

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Tomorrow is Think About It Thursdays....don't forget to check it out!

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Oh, Oh, and on my sidebar I put the funniest thing from the funniest blogger...SHE. IS. FUNNY!
It's bloggy talk. We ALL have to have our bloggy talk.

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Birthday wishes to The Bush Family!!!! Squee...it's gonna be good! Promise!

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And that folks, is all she wrote!

Dad.

I knew today would be a post I was unsure how to start.

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First. My FLS (First Lil' Sis) is doing a cool giveaway. Please Please Please with a cherry on top, stop by. Say hey. Tell her I love her :) Maybe she'll throw in an extra entry if you say "Rambler loves ya!"...we haven't discussed that. But....I'm the big sister.

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Today is hard. Emotionally.

This time is always hard. It sneaks up on me. With a great big surprise like opening a dusty trunk and seeing a life laid out that seems so long ago.

They say it gets easier. Maybe they is someone who hasn't lost "it". The physical presence of my father is missed on different levels as my life progresses. Without him. I searched for something that could convey my feelings for today. Then thought. Write one yourself.

I miss him. Everyday.


Was that you?


The day your soul left this place
The day your pain went away
I felt a feeling a 17 year old girl coming of age
Does not know how to explain
I knew you were gone
Before mom told me
Was that you?

The day I wore my cap and gown.
The day I received THE paper that said I made it.
My first achievement in life
The first real smile in months
Since you left.
Was that you?

The day I met THE man for me.
The moment I knew.
He was like someone I loved too.
Was that you?

The day I walked down the aisle
With mom and sister
The sky was clear
The sun was beautiful
The trade winds blew gently
Like any bride would pray for
Was that you?

The day my beautiful baby
blessed this earth
A familiar smell filled my room
Your smell.
Was that you?

The days my baby
giggled to herself.
Coo’d by herself.
Smiled to herself.
Was that you?

The days I felt
Lonely,
Sadness,
Weary,
And imagined a hand in mine
Was that you?

This day,
your day of birth
I see myself.
My sisters.
Our children.
Their smiles….

….I smile

Was that you?

7 weird things....

So my sister over at Bloggedy Blog Blog tagged me the other day to list 7 weird things about myself...

I joked that I think I could be considered normal.

FLS snorted and said whatever.

I responded with...Yah, well you put a photo up of your bum, butt, cheeks with a crack in the middle..whateva you want to call it. Weirdo :)

Sister love.

It's what it's all about!

Here we go...in a backwards transition.

7. When I was pregnant, the only thing that I could put down during that morning sickness period was.......lemons, soaking in soy sauce, pepper and vinegar.....I sense some of you may have puckered. Sorry. :)

6. Ever since I heard that nursery school rhyme... step on a crack, break your mothers back.....yup, you guessed it. I subconsciously find myself avoiding cracks....It's like a have a little miniature mother sitting on a rocking chair in the back of my head knitting and every time I step on a crack, she screams "Oui-vey, for the love! The crack..."

5. I gag real easy. I could give random examples here...(gag) but I'm a little worried that (gag), alright theirs a movie scene in Big Daddy where Adam Sandler teaches the kid to spit (gag, gag) and bring it back up...(massive dry heaving now). Please. (gag) Make (gag). It (gag). Stop (heavy breathing...nope GAG).

4. I need to fall asleep with the TV on. This drives my husband nuts. Like bonkers. Either the TV is off and he sleeps the instant his head hits the pillow and Rambler is left there staring into space, trying tirelessly to count sheep that turn into chocolate bars, that turn into Pepsi cans, that turn into Jim from the Office....:)Or the TV is on, and drool leaves my mouth (gag) within 5 minutes and angry husband searches for remote to turn off TV leaving him UP until his over tired brain calms down enough for him to join me in slumberland. Watch out for Jim though Honey. :)

3. When driving, my brain totally plans the cutoff route and I get in the lane needed like a trillion miles back. No zipping and cutting in at the last minute for this girl. I can't do it. I have anxiety issues in my head. Again, I drive my husband and my little sister kooky when I am their passenger. In fact, it's better for all if I just close my eyes until we get there.

2. I cannot use a eating utensil or straw if someone takes a saliva swipe at it. (GAGGGGY GAG)The only one I've been able to do this with is my daughter. I think my brain rationalized she's half me, so it's ok. I'll share with you but bring your own fork and sippy straw and my gag reflex won't show up for the party.


1. I have a ridonkulous fear of birds. No matter how small. I am terrified. Case in point. I mentioned I worked in a 2 story restaurant. We have an outside cafe. Birds have been known to walk/creep/fly (shuddering at the thought) inside. My staff knows how I am and one of them tried real nicely to help get one out.

Begin scene.

Her, inside with bird by full floor to ceiling window near open door. Me, outside said window, watching while clutching to the cocktail tray I'm holding. My guests wonder why I am parked outside staring at the window. She jumps to "startle" it toward the open door. But it freaked out and flew INTO the window, not OUT, which freaked her out, which freaked me out. A stifled "I'm gonna die" left my mouth and my lame butt ran around my building.

End Scene.

....Would you like an umbrella in your drink sir?


So in the spirit of keeping the weirdness going around the bloggysphere, I hope ALL of you will play along. Again, please come back to let me know....I need the reassurance that I'm not the only weird one...along with FLS.

Think about it Thursdays

Back in the early 90's I was given this book. I've kept it and pulled it out for parties, long car rides, and whatever else I felt appropriate. I even bought another in this series that was called Book of Questions: Love & Sex.

So I decided I will make every Thursday.....

"THINK ABOUT IT THURSDAYS"

I'd love for you all to think about the following question and leave me your answer either here in my comments section or on your own blog, but don't forget to let me know so I can check out your response. :) I'll post some of the responses the following Thursday.

Today's Question. #209 pg. 172


"If you could script the basic plot for the dream you will have tonight, what would the story be?"


Happy Thinking!

Want a tissue?

I came across this the other day when I was checking my email and something about it touched me in the heartstrings that tugged at my tearstrings and before you know it..

Yah, yah, seriously, can you give me my tissue box back. Didn't I tell you I was a sucker for crying!

Human Etiquette would be nice....Jerk

If I were 10.....BUT no, I am instead a "classy" (wink wink to ya Lady with A View)33 year old.

I live in a large gated community. There a lot of families, kids, a lot of dogs, and yes....jerks.

Today, my Woof Woof Barker and I were meeting up with his girlygirlwoof friends and we noticed a man sprinting....yelling...sprinting...(let's call him dadajerk)...he disappears behind the houses.

Me and Mommy girlygirlwoof looked at each other and laughed. Been there, done that...but insert my husband...running, sweating, with a half crazed woman (ahem...me)behind saying..."uh, Stitch, owie, owie stitch, Woof Woof Barker Come back....Yes, HONEY, I AM Running!"

So of course we want to offer Dadajerk help, if we can. I pick up Lil Rambler in case a rhinoceros (yah, I'm paranoid) actually comes running out of the bushes, and we look and wait to bait the other dog with our woofie woofs....

Whew, he's little....
and curious...
it's a Yorkie and he heads right for us! (yeah, one for kindness, zero for....???IDK, fill in the blank)

I yell to the sprinting Dadajerk...

33 year old self..."Does he have a collar?" (so I can grab it to hold him.)
10 year old self..."I'll grab his tail if he runs by me"
Dadajerk......."mumble, mumble" (alrighty sir, just asking)

The escaped prisoner of Dadajerk makes doggy pals with our little gang. The dadajerk yells

"Don't let him go"

33 year old me thinking....I kinda don't like that tone mister, but maybe your trying to catch your breath, maybe I didn't hear you right?
10 year old me thinking....Mommy doesn't like when Daddy talks to her like that....mmm, in fact Mommy makes a not so nice face when Daddy talks like that?

Me?

When I was helped?

I practically made out with the poor old bastard that wore the Supermanletmehelpyousaveyourdog cape, and then offered my husband. Just in case, because I was SOOOOO grateful.

You know what Dadajerk did? He picked up the dog, yelled at it, and walked away. Did not say ONE word! Not ONE!

What.
The.
Jerky-jerk?

Dude, we just "saved" your dog! (hey, you never know. our neighbors dog just got hit and didn't make it {sniffle, sniffle})

JERK.

He put the dog back in the house, and came back out....

What, your not a jerk? Your gonna tell us thank....

(Car starts, JERKOFF leaves)

Nope, not ONE farking word.

Etiquette buddy. Etiquette!

I know, I know....I couldn't help myself.

Send your own ElfYourself eCards

I'm sorry....

I couldn't help myself....

Part of me was like, just wait a couple more days....

But I don't...

Have...

Anything...

Else..

To..

Write..

About!

...hehehehe (don't hate me for another video)

Please Elf yourselves! Don't forget to come back and let me know so I can check it out :)

I hear a Christmas song coming on....

I found these cute little guys back in October and they sang my BFF happy birthday. So in the spirit of Christmas, I present to you my first (well, really second) Christmas related post.



To our 2008 Christmas! (chink, gulp...aaaaaaa, more bubbly please!)

Sher, you make me feel so....ARGHHH and bootylicious

I love when people think I'm bootylicious! Well....ok....not actually me, but my blog....

Sher over at It's Sherendipity has bestowed upon me this fab treasure (get it? Pirate? Treasure?...eh) for me. This gal is the FUNNIEST! She has me rolling on the ground peeing in my pants while laughing with milk spitting out of my nose....(no pressure Sher to keep up the funny :)

So, of course you need to pirate it forward soooooooo...I have 3 that I want to Booty up their blogs...

My FLS( and it's not just cause she's my sis but because I love her blog as well)
Shorty @ Securityville (cause I Love her ;)
MammaDucky @ Princess & Pickles (cause this Hawaiian gal is gonna ride a bucking bronco if I'm ever in her presence)

Pirate away my bloggy pals!

And thanks again Sher!

Me + You = Milk runneth through the noseth

Huh?

So today, while at the post office, the Boyphone and I are waiting in line to mail something off to LBS in Tahoe. My Boyphone dings...alerting me of email. (Squee, I love email, and I LOVE my Boyphone).

I check...(Squee, AGAIN)...it's a comment for my blog.

I LOVE hearing what people have to say. The comments and the awesome people that deem me worthy to follow are what drives me to want to do this.

(Major record screeching to stop, dead silence in my world)...What? My comment is not such a happy one? But...But...But...huh? No, I don't get it, I'm nice. I love all people, animals, nature, girls AND boys. I thought.

The poor postman had to deal with a very detached Rambler. He had to tell me twice my postage was going to be $4.80 and not a zillion dollars. I'm sure he thought I was high on whatever these kids are doing now days.....I pray I didn't send my LBS's package on the 10 year plan for delivery.

Anywho, back to me and my not so happy comment. Me and the Boyphone frantically tried to leave a comment back trying to make peace. His comment mentioned that I didn't spread the love amongst some of the men that might read me. I realize he, the commenter, was a husband of a woman that followed my blog. I was completely flattered as most of the people that follow or comment have been women, with some exceptions (Ben & Andy...these guys are like the funniest rock star blog dudes EVER! Yes, you are!).

I've been drowning in this all night long trying to figure out how to approach it, or should I not even worry about it. The later didn't seem to fly with my voices inside. Talk about it, vent about it, WRITE about it. That's it, I will dedicate this to my guy who wasn't happy with me today. To show I care. About him and his opinions.

And for that...

I.
am.
SORRY.

I wave the white flag and hope we can go back to before the post that turned you against me (a bit to dramatic?).

Why do I care, some of you may ask. Because I actually do like this person's blog. And I'm a completely insecure person who feeds on positivity...and just because I hate when someone doesn't like me when I like them....(WAAAHHHHHH).

Alright. Mr. Unhappy with Me, please leave me a comment. Let me get back to before I was in the post office. Pleasseeeeee????

Signed....The Rambler

p.s. did I totally misread your comment cause that would really have made this a different day?

Merry SITsmas

I completely enjoy this new site I joined recently and we've decided to do a Christmas theme'd post. If you don't belong to it, check it out. But for my ladies that do belong, this one's for you!

(Sung in Jingle Bells tune...)

Dashing through this post
On a laptop made for one
O'er the blogs I read
Comment don't forget to leave (yah, I know an extra 2 syllables :)
Fun on Rambler's mind
Making readers laugh
What fun it is to write and write
A christmas post tonight...

OOOO

SITSa Bells, SITSa Bells,
SITSa's all the waaayyyy
O what fun it is to blog
About a bucking bull today

O, SITSa Bells, SITSa Bells
SITSa's all the waaayyyy
Mammarazzi's giving extra points
If you put her on your blog today.....

THE END. :)

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MERRY SITSmas my Saucy ladies!

I am so thankful for this age with my daughter. She's two and we both decorated our tree along with Dada who's not really into that kind of stuff. It's like seeing Christmas through different eyes...

It's OVER...Goodbye Nablopomo!!

Yes, Nablopomo, you have officially kicked my a$%! Betcha thought I was gonna drop...well, you can kiss my behind, cause I'm still standing!

I'll admit, there were times (many) that I stared at this computer and stared and stared. Got up, played with my daughter for inspiration and to know I'm loved, stare again during her nap, (wait, but I want to take a nap too!!!!), stare, start a post, stop the post because it was uber lame, stare, watch TV, make dinner, entertain my daughter again for inspiration...you know!

But I'm gonna tell you the best part of this thing. I have blogger friended a lot of different people that I don't think I would have. This door has been opened (and no matter how hard you push me out, I'M NOT LEAVING!).

Thank you Nablopomo gods for showing me I can be creative and when push came to shove, I have the stamina to keep up.

I have one little thing to do tomorrow for one of my favorite SITSa sites. After that, I'm on a 2 day VAY-KA! I will re-enter my normal life in time for Christmas and will enjoy.

777...The Mother :)

We have made it to the end of my 777 series...Have you had enough, um, I mean, aren't you so glad you learned a little more about me?

I'd like to close this epic story of my life with the woman who made it all happen (with donation from my father of course.)

Everyone.

MY MOTHER!

1. Of all your daughters who is your favorite?

I love all my daughters equally. (What a trick question) The three of you talk to each other so my answer is all three are my favorites.

***Again, this WAS a trick question, so good job Mom....and don't worry. I won't tell them you told me last night I was your absolute favorite. Your secret is safe with me!


2. Do you think I'll ever be able to cook?

Someday

***Yes, everyone. I SUCK at cooking. I'm gonna tell you why. I have no patience. I'm an instant gratifier kind of gal. But, yes,I'm working on that.

I, too, will be someone to make Food Network smile and yell, she's our next star! (MOM, stop laughing, your hurting my feelings.)

3. Why was teaching me to drive so dramatic for you?

I was not brave.

***Ok, I'll admit. If I were teaching ME, 17 years ago, I would be scared out of my mind.

4. When I played for your women's soccer team, did you expect such a superstar?

:)) I knew you could kick ass.



***I only toot my own horn because if I even attempted to put these feet on the field, the Wahhhbulance would have to come get me. I'm a tired ol' hag now and just wanted to remind myself I can kick some bute. Thanks Mom!

5. What is your most favorite memory of moi?

Being with you when you got married and being with you when you had Maddie.

***Tearfully, I tell you thanks. For handling my stress with dignity and not murder, for wiping my tears with tissue and not the green scrubbie, and for listening when both ears, and not turning UP the volume on the TV. :)

6. When you look at your first born granddaughter and then your first born daughter, what goes through your mind?

She is a clone of you.

***So by that you mean absolutely gorgeous, brilliant, smart, witty...gosh Mom, you are too much! Stop it! No, come on, stop it!

7. As I went through such a drama queen labor with your granddaughter, what do you remember the MOST about that evening?

You saying that you could not do it anymore and then the way that you took a deep breath and decided to get it over with...Like, "Let's do it"

***I won't lie. That was the worst pain I'd ever been through...but like all mothers say...instantly went away when I saw here. It's funny how you can have an internal temper tantrum though. If you guys could have been there in my brain, it would have been a prequel to me and the little one....Me slamming doors saying, I DON"T WANT TO DO THIS....or NO, NO, NO...or WHY, WHY.

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Thanks again to my mother for putting up with my crazy antics...(even now)..., for cooking me and my family dinner when I couldn't put them through the torture, for watching the kid when Mama & Dada needed to take a movie break, and for just....EVERYTHING!

Thanks to the rest of the 7 man crew for helping out....

I have to say, something possessed me the other day and my BOSS actually read this blog, he laughed while I paced outside my office, waiting for him to fire me, or just stare at me like a freak. Hehe, thanks again, if your reading this and letting me keep my job. Remember I just do this at home...(wink)

777. My FLS

Well, I decided to go next door for this interview.....and when I mean next door, I mean over to my FLS's blog today.

We've gone looking for heavy parkas and snow boots...as I don't wear this commonly in Hawaii. I mean could you have picked a colder place Sis? :)

Hope you enjoy todays 777!

Knock, Knock....:)

***For some reason this did not post yesterday in conjunction with my sis's blog...so here we really go...:)

777...The pain in my behind...I mean Hubby

Well of course I would interview my Hubby.

I'm warning you that he is a man of few words. So few words that I'm sure I talk because the silence in the air bothers my positive aura...ok,I'll shut it :)

The HUBBY....

1. How did we meet? And how long had you been stalking me?

The Shack. And you were stalking me.

***First of all HONEY, we met because we were roomies. And why does EVERYONE say I, ME, stalk them?

2. If you could compare our parenting skills to action figures what would we be?

G.I JOE and Catwoman

***Mmm, interesting choices. I see the GI JOE thing, but not sure the characteristics that make up Catwoman...O wait, she's HOT and takes matters into her own hands. I get it.

3. What does December 17, 2005 represent for you?

The beginning of the end.

***If I were drinking milk it would have come out my nose. MEN, they are sooooo drama! (wink, wink at ya baby)

4. During the birth of our daughter what is the most memorable part of that day?

When the nurse said the epidural seized to work and you still had at least an hour more of labor.

***I don't recall much after the 2nd or 3rd time screaming for my refill. Or was that BFF screaming for the refill?


5. If we could be stuck anywhere in the world, where would that be?

Anywhere in Switzerland.

***Um, cause it's COLD? Or cause they have great chocolate? You couldn't pick Bora Bora in a shack on the water with de lovely island people serving us cocktails with flowers in them? ((sigh, must I go with my BFF or sisters?))



6. What's one thing most people DON'T know about me?

Cleanliness is not at the top of your list.

***Geesh, I was hoping for something like... Mother Teresa got nothing on my wife, or Oprah if you only knew how much my wife should be at MY FAVORITE THINGS day, or Buddha maybe your not the only Enlightened One...I mean, could that have HURT you?

7. What's a character trait of mine that drives you kooky?

Snorting when your sinuses are blocked

***Snort, snort...O sorry, what?


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That was THE love of my life folks. Who I come home to EVERYDAY. Who looks at me in disbelief and stares at his ring to make sure we really did make it official when we have our "rough" days. The peanut to my jelly, the knee to my Fun, and the sane to my in. You and our Lil Rambler (and woof Barker Rambler) are my heart and soul. Thank you for all you do.



For the others if you missed em, see the sidebar for the series and pick your pick :)

777...The LBS (the bay bay of the pack)

777 Day 4.

Turkey Day. Happy Gobble everyone! Yes I am dedicated. Even on such a day....I find time...because Nablopomo, you've got me committed until Dec. 1...the countdown is on.

If you haven't seen my other 777's they are just a click away....My boss, My BFF, and My Kids.

What can I say about this next person?

I was a little scared to ask her. She's like 10 years younger, rolls her eyes at me (she's doing it now, I can feel it), stares at me like I am the biggest moron ever to hit her planet...(yes, because we all live there and not HERE).

The one, the only....My little baby sister (LBS)

I kid. (kinda). I can't thank her enough for all she's done for me.

MY LBS.

1. If I were a superhero, what would my name be?

You know the first name that popped up takes me back to my new home town. Well sort of. I would dub you Spaz the super freaker outer. You can still put a big S on your shirt, and no one will know the difference. Lil Rambler can hang onto your back like your cape!

**LOL. Just because I've been prone to overreact a little tiny bit, doesn't mean....OMG? What? the coffee grinds have spilt on the ground? I'm on it.....(insert superhero Mighty Mouse music) Here I come to save the day.....

2. Who's your favorite sister? And why?

Now that's a set up if I ever read one! I love both my sisters equally and differently. Oh and I would base it on whoever irritated me last. As of right now, its the season of Thanksgiving so I just have to be thankful that I get two Older sisters who like to be like my mother sometimes and like those crazy friends you like to get drunk with and sit back and watch them.

**Good answer....this was just a test. And ONLY a test. Got it FLS?!

3. What drives you crazy about me?

It drives me crazy when we go to Disneyland and you practically beg me to wear the same shirt but yet shun all my choices. With the exception of the one we actually picked. Hey it's not my fault I have better taste than you...Love you!

**To clarify! MY 1000 pound boobies could NOT fit into the cutesy teeny weeny girl fitted shirts you chose. I would have LOVED to, but I could not afford to have Disney PoPo kick me out for showing the belly button. Not because it's the style, but because the damn shirt would have been to small for my belly! (Get in my belly.....baby back, I want me my baby back, baby back ribs)


4. If we were both cars, what would we be?

I think you would be a Chevy Uplander which is a van that is safe and can hold alot.

***WHAT THE HELL does that mean? HOLD ALOT....are you calling me FAT! Your going down sistah!



I would be Porsche Cayenne Turbo S. It's an extremely fast SUV that can go into uncharted territory.

***Yeah, who cares...I'm telling mom you called me FAT! What? I don't care if I'm 33. I'm still telling!

5. Describe my mothering skills.

mmmm. That's a hard one. You love to see her happy and will do anything for her. You transformed your life so that it revolves around her. She really is mini you, which means more than likely she adores you more than anyone....except her favorite Aunty LBS. OF COURSE!

**Sniffle, tear...alright. I take it back. I'm not calling mom....yet! But if you call me big boned again....it's on, like donkey kong! Got it?

6. What funny do we have in common? Why?

You should know the answer to this, but I will answer it for the readers anyway. We are addicted to the show THE OFFICE. I wanna say it's only Steve Carrell but its the whole damn cast. Especially Rainn Wilson who plays Dwight. This is the best clip from one of our favorite episodes.


***I'm not gonna lie. We both almost peed our pants. You have to watch the whole episode to appreciate it's entirety...OMG, great pick sis, great pick!

7. Talk about our first turkey experience.

You know I don't remember much except for....

"You do it"...
"No YOU do it"...
"EWWW, what is that?"
"Should we call Mom....again?"

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Well everyone, that was my Turkey injection for Thanksgiving. I really am GRATEFUL to all that I have met on this thing we call Blog. I am blessed to have opened my eyes to a little bit bigger of the world I live in.

To my LBS....I love ya...No, I LOVE you, no no I LOVE YOU! (insert hand signals making a fake heart over my real heart and points at LBS)

Until tomorrow.....Just 3 more days of my fascinating people....and me!

777....The Kids!

Day Three of my 777 series. If you've missed my ground breaking heart wrenching questions with power for my boss or my BFF, don't forget to check them out!

Kids! Hey, over here! Hellloooo.....

Mama has picked you two for a special...HELLLLLOOOOO!!!!


Well, don't look too interested in this....

There is Woof Barker Rambler. He came first. 2 years later his less hairy sister Lil Rambler came along. This is their story. About me. In crayons and cookie crumbs. They are sooo creative. And of course I've had to translate.

THE KIDS...

1. So, lil Rambler, how do you feel about being sprung from the loins of such a woman?

Um, why yes that is a pretty necklace, but aren't you going to give us a tear to the eye story of how much your mother went through the day of your birth?

How Mommy couldn't have fathomed the actual labor pain compared to the Braxton Hicks pain? How your Nana made it to the hospital with Papa before we did. Or when Mommy beggggggged the check in nurse to administer the epidural and reminded them that Mommy's doctor said she could have it? Or how upset she got when BLS, Nana, Daddy got McDonald's and ate in front of us?? Remember, Mommy hadn't eaten for 10 hours...Remember? Or when when push came to shove, when you were ready to pop out and Mommy's doctor to distract me, while they put the final touches in place for your complete entry into this world, said look at your daughter, she's coming and Mommy said....PULL HER OUT, PULL HER OUT, SHE HURTS, OH MY GOD, M'F-er! And then Nana asked BFF what M'fer meant? Remember?

Fine! I guess no one will ever know.

2. What is Mama Ramblers favorite time of the day?


In the morning. I know it is! Mom is always soooo much fun. She pretends she's still sleeping, so our game is I hit her face (sometimes soft, sometimes hard, when she's really pretending). AND then I say her name as many times as I can. Then Woof Barker joins in and barks at her face too. She says whoever says it the loudest and wakes her up, gets breakfast! Yeah!!!!

Woof, woof, woofie, woof.

3. What were some of your first words? How did Mama react?

I'm confused if it was Mama or Dada BUT I know my second words were....are you ready?

Oh S-it!

Mama yelled at Dada for such a long time. I don't know what the big deal was. I was just saying Washit like Mama thought. Big people are so complicated sometimes!

Woof, Woof, Woofie, Washit, Woof....

4. What is Mama Ramblers first memorable memory?

When Mama first went back to work, her boss was very nice and let me come with her for an hour until Dada could pick me up. Right before we were leaving, and Mama still didn't have a routine with getting me, the diaper bag, the movable car seat, her purse, my food in taker machine (the breast milk pump) and we were in a panic. Well, actually mama was, I just sat in my bouncy chair.

Right when Mama picked me up she made a face. She's so funny. I heard her say..."Oh, lil Rambler, poo. EVERYWHERE." I thought I felt something warm all over. It took a lot of wipe-ys and a mini bath, before we could get to the car. When Mama came home that night I heard her tell Dada she could smell poo everywhere last night. She told Dada the smell got stuck in her nose. Silly mama, my poo can't be stuck in your nose!!!!

5. Who's stronger? Mama or Dada?
Well, Dada fixes the car, Mama fixes me my ice cream. Dada, takes the trash out, Mama makes dinner. Dada goes to sleep with me at night while Mama is at work, Mama gets up with me even when she gets home really late from work.....mmmmmm, I think Mama.
MAAAMMAAAA, was that the right answer?

6. Describe Mama in ONE word?

Wickedawesome. (Mama said if I don't put a space in it, it's one word?)

7. If Mama were an ice cream flavor what would you think she'd be?


Mama would be Orange-Raspberry-Pineapple Sherbert (or you fancy people call it Sorbet). This is my current frozen yum yum of choice. It looks like regular plain ice cream, but once you get into it, it's soooo much more!

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Well end of Day 3...thank you to any that have read me this far. We here at Rambler, Inc. applaud you!

777...My BFF

Hi bloggy folks. Here we are in our 2nd day of my fabulous 777 series. If you didn't catch my first one, check it out. I think you'll enjoy today's person. She and I have been in each other's lives for tooo long...:) Well, she's one of my oldest friends. So of course I'd figure she'd know something about me to share with you! Enjoy.

My BFF...she's all kinds of funny! Thank you Miss A! (wink)

1. How'd you two meet? Was it friend at first sight?

We met our freshman year in college-we were partners in the lowest math possible-than she left me for another girl. True story.

**I beg to differ!.....It was for another boy.

2. Has she grown since you've met?

OMG, with grace and with some stories to share!

**Whew, I was sure she was going to say in waist size too :) Thanks for my fluffy name...Heart you!

3. What drives you crazy in love with her? Why are you so obsessed with being her friend?

Her hair. And her unwavering loyalty. And really, she's obsessed with me!

**Damn! she must have seen my BFF shrine when she was over here last!

4. If you were listening to the radio, what song makes you think of her?

The Divinyls. I Touch Myself....snicker snicker.

**LOOONGGG story and involves a car and OLLLDDD boyfriends. And serious, you'd have to have been there in the car! What car? See, told you, you'd have to have been there!

5. If she were in a fashion magazine, what would the title be?

{I Bought it at} Ross

**Hey, whadda want from me? I'm a complete fashion victim....O, Tim Dunn, pick me pick me for your next show...I LOVE YOU!

6. If she were a character in Sex In the City, who would she be?

If I had to pick ONE...."One of Carries most loyal friends is Stanford Blatch, her gay galpal and confidante. Whenever Carrie needs advice or a stand in for a canceled date, Stanford is always there for her"

***OMG, that's so much better than being one of the girls!!!!! (also, for clarification, I am a woman :)

7. If we were both stuck on a deserted island, and could have one thing, what would it be?

It would be food, but if we had food, then filtered water with a twist, and if we had water-probably a dictionary or maybe a pair of dice (um, what is the plural of dice? Die? Die on the deserted island? Great!) Oh, did you say desserted island or a deserted island? Because if it was a dessert instead of a desert, it would be spoons!

**This is why I am in touch myself Stanford Blatch Ross buying love with this woman!


Thank you to Miss A for taking the time out to answer some quality research type biographical questions (thought of by me)! Every girls needs a BFF like this. One you can come home drunk late to your mothers house, and continuously shout about how quiet we both are! One that rode buses with you when no one else would....not the short bus, but that's up for appeal now. And one that would drop heaven and earth to be there for you. Muah I love ya!

Tune in tomorrow....Who's next you ask, again? Come back and see....

7 days, 7 fascinating (to me) people, 7 questions

I've been inspired by the number 7 since reading Shorty's post! And added my own twist to it.

Yes, that's right, for the next 7 days you will be reading post from 7 different important people in my life, and they will be answering 7 questions about....ME!

Rambler? How can that possibly be interesting?

Well, if you've read my past stuff, I find the funny! (I might embellish a little but for the most part everything will be true.)

So today for you folks....

My Boss

1. How long have you known the Rambler?

Too Long! Going on 10 years! But she's been here at this place since the beginning of time. Ok, more like 13 years.

2. What does the Rambler do for you?

She drives me crazy. I've been currently residing at a mental facility doing all the financials from my private room. She's worked that into our budget somehow. She's been promoted (forcibly by knife point) to being my #2 of our (I mean MY) restaurant)! We used to be friends?

3. If you could give her an award for anything in the world, what would it be?

The Your-Going-To-Put-Me-In-My-Grave-Early Award. I try to save money, but she spends it. (she says you have to spend a little to make a little). She's all about the the coaching and training, (eh, they'll learn on their own). She's into doing outings to boost morale, (I say, do your job and you'll HAVE a job!)


4. If she were a dish in your restaurant, what would she be?

The spicy Thai chicken sandwich. It's main infrastructure is chicken, a good strong foundation of protein. The pita bread we use is not the traditional sandwich bread which makes it not typical but unique, add a little spicy sauce and you've got quite a Saucy meal...(wink, wink, that's for you Saucy SITSa's)


5. If the place were on fire, would you feel she could take control?

Imagine the grand Marshall with the voice box, barking orders, her yelling "NO one's going down on MY watch...MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!" She did that once when we had a little spark from the bad outlet.

6. When dealing with international clients, are you confident leaving her to handle them?

She's been known to use a massive amount of hand signals. I guess from having a child, they've grown to be championship potential. Also, her talent for being try-lingual...Japanese, (as it's mandatory here in Hawaii for high school) and her fathers teachings of Spanish. She tells us if you just add O to the end of every word, your IN like FLINN! We-o would-o be-o lost-o without-o her-o! Ahhh, she taught us well!

7. Would you say she's worth what you pay her?

Well, I believe my payroll stopped processing her check a while ago. She just keeps showing back up. I would turn a corner and she would be right there. This is what I keep talking about in my therapy sessions...O, hey there Rambler, you always seem to pop up...what, haha, noooo, not talking about you...what, your buying new coolers for the kitchen....haha, no I'll find money somewhere....



And THAT was my boss! Obviously I had to ad lib for him as if he ever knew I did this blog, he'd ask when I had the time to do my job! No, boss, not on your time. Yes, boss, I sacrifice sleep and peace of mind to do this.

Tune in tomorrow for my next interview....mmmm, who could it be?

Guess you'll have to wait and see. ;)

The Reveal...by Bababoring Waahtahs...

Reporting live from the living room, (slightly dirty, I mean how dirty can a 2 year old REALLY inflict on a house?), of the Rambler!....

Rambler told the blogging world yesterday she had the secret of all secrets to spill, that lives were gonna change, that people would never forget where they were today once they hear what the Rambler has to reveal.

Babs Waahtahs: Sooo, Rambler, you look tired? Has this secret been eating you up inside?

Me: What? (insert sigh) Baba, I work long hours, my 2 year old took the biggest poop of her toddler life, my husband....

Babs: Oh, how nice, how about you just tell us what we came here for!

Me: Well, here it is...

Babs: Yes, yes, look into the camera if you don't mind, (I feel an Emmy coming on for this big reveal)

Me: My mother is getting married!!!!!!!!

Babs: (mouth open, rips mic off dress, stands up and scrambles over toys and toys and more toys toward the door) WHAT! I gave up the Olsen twins Secret to skinny! For THIS?! Who cares if your mothers getting married?

Me: What you said about my mama?

The Rambler leaps faster than any human possible and takes Babs down!

Me: No one talks about my mama like that! EVER!

Lil Rambler joins in....and sticks out her tongue and blows...(I swear I don't know where she learned that from)

Lil Rambler: Bad Babsie, Bad! (while batting Babs with her plastic bat)


Cops show up, Rambler and lil Rambler are taken away to Naughty Girls Corner for 5 years, I mean minutes or until Daddy Rambler can bail us out...whichever comes first?

Babs asks cameraman if he got everything...that fight might make it on Youtube and be the next hit!
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On a more serious, Hallmark-y way.

My mother has been "single" since the 80's. She dated off and on, but put most of her effort into raising three children. Tough, if you consider how obnoxious we were.

Her call, (expected as we talk sometimes too many times throughout the day), came while at work. I happened to answer and I think this is how it went,

Me: Hi Mom!
Her: Guess what?
Me: What? (while I have a multiple chat with a co-worker in my office... OOO that dress is so you!)
Her: Guess who has a ring?
Me: What?! Middle sister got a ring?
Her: No, ME!
Me: Whoa. OMG! YOUR GETTING MARRIED?!!! What, What, Where? Mom, I gotta go before I start bawling at work.
Her: Yes, I gotta call your sisters.
Me: Tell FLS to call me immediately after you tell her!

We've joked that we have to book an appointment to have some kind of physical interaction with our mother since her courtship that led to this moment with our soon to be stepfather. But secretly....she deserves it.

She deserves to have found a man that adores her, quirks and all. That when we all go home, she has him to snuggle with (sorry sisters, but you know your happy about that too!). She has him. Now that we are all gone, and have started to give her grandchildren.

my LBS (last baby sister), FLS, me on wedding day, Mom, Stepdad :)

For the mother that has always put us first, tried to give us every rainbow, every bit of adventure even on the rainy days....WAAAHHHHH, we are so happy! :)

And that folks, is all she wrote! I promise :)

**disclaimer...we here at the Rambler household do NOT condone violence. Only when provoked will the adult members protect and defend.

Junkie vs. Not so Junkie

It started off junkie....like real junkie....

I woke up at 5:30...(Junkie #1)

It was pouring rain...(Junkie #2, if you have to go to work)

Bad accident within 5 minutes of driving (Junkie #3, but not involving me)

Did I mention I had to work? (Last junkie of my day, #4)

But a couple things happened to completely turn this around. :)

This was one of them....I adore this website...You saucy ladies!...Anyway, someone there thought I was pretty saucy and included me in their Saucy Blogs to read. Sheepishly thanking you with my saucy self....Can I say the word Saucy anymore?....Saucy, Saucy, Saucy. :)




Did you read my post yesterday??? Yes, I'm still in boyfriend (er, IPHONE) heaven.

Right now, I just learned to use Itunes. Yeah, I'm lame. I have a laptop, cell, a DVR, and I don't own a music enhanced piece of mp2, 3, what? The last thing gracing these ears was attached to a CDwalkman. Apparently those aren't in anymore, a little too big to use at the gym...(I got some looks of pity when I had mine). Sometimes it takes me awhile. Boyphone, I LOOOVEEE you! Yes, that will be his name. :)

Okay, I am sooooooo super stoked about this next one...

and I'm gonna have to keep you in suspense because it's not ready for posting....BUT, I have to tell you, if all the others didn't happen today, it wouldn't have mattered. This was the cake and the frosting for me. THIS one brought tears to my eyes, a quivering lip smile (at work, trying to contain myself, you know how that goes?), and a very relieved and grateful sigh. This will be all I say....(sorry, I did tell you that not only am I SAUCY, I'm a little dramatic!)

Until tomorrow gang. I promise!

It's gonna be a 3 way, and I'm in Love!

Did I get your attention?

Well guess what?

My hubby brought home my new boyfriend....

THE I-frickin-PHONE....(SQUEEEEE)

Yes. Since 5pm Hawaii time I've been playing, touching, breathing heavy on it, and loving my husband the WHOLE time! He's into my new boyfriend, I mean Iphone. In fact, the only reason I'm even typing this right now is because he has it...oh and that Nablowhatever thing (damn you!...I joke...I love you, Nablopomo, I do.)

Me and my 2 year old were doing the happy dance in the kitchen while our fearless male of the home was getting it out of the box (for dramatics, cause that's what this household thrives on)...she had no clue what an Iwhat?-mommy-me-eat-cookie-peeesee, and did whatever the bigger version of herself (a.k.a ME) was doing.

Well, to all I bid a good night.

Me, the husband and the Iphone are tucking in for the night.

My husband's hands only better be on me and not my new lovah (er, I mean, Iphone).

Lucky...

I'm feeling whimsically romantic-ee and wanted to share a song, by Jason Mraz and Colbie Cailat, that I have been listening to since the summer. It always puts me in a mood...(Oh hubby!)

Hope you enjoy...

p.s. Just 11 more days of straight posting. I've booked my virtual no blogs allowed travel arrangements. Just for a few days maybe to re-group, re-funny, and allow my fingers to go in that cast to reset it's bones. Maybe Sherpendipity will want to come visit??? Or maybe we'll be sipping virtual Cosmos while we get rubbed down by our virtual hottie massage men, while being fed grapes by our virtual hottie grape feeders...alright. I'll stop.