It all started when I saw an article about a “weird invention” that was a baby stroller/scooter hybrid. I thought it was brilliant. If I’d had a stroller/scooter when my kids were little tikes, I like to think we would have gone so many places—so much faster.
I’m pretty sure it appealed to me because I recently purchased an adult scooter. Yep. The same thing the kiddos ride around on except bigger.
All because of Rocco. Rocco is my 5-year-old handsome cattle dog who loves to run.
It’s no secret that this season of life is rather intense in this pandemic. Join Sharita as we chuckle together and discover some “Hot Mess Milspouse Humor.”
I thought March was supposed to go out like a lamb.
Baaa.
No lambs here; we’re all still dealing with those March lions running around crazy trying to eat everyone.
That’s how this month has been. I’m stuck right now deciding between telling you a few things…
Like how I got arrested last week. Yeah, I—the person voted “least likely to break the law” in high school—got arrested. It was crazy how it happened. I mean, my next-door neighbor is a police officer and even he didn’t have my back despite it being his fence I was crawling over…
Or, have you heard of that weight-reducing cauliflower milk called “Caulk?”
And last, but not least, I would love your thoughts on the New York City Police Department’s announcement of a “Feline Unit” to supplement their Canine Unit.
Isn’t life crazy?
A haiku is a Japanese form of poetry. It consists of three lines. The first one has five syllables, second has seven, and the third has five once again. While going crazy in the middle of our latest PCS saga, I started writing some of my own. Feel free to laugh and cry and share your own in the comments!
We all know him. He comes around every time our spouse steps out the door. And no, I’m not talking about the Amazon Prime guy (or gal) delivering your secret purchases.
No, I’m talking about someone much scarier. He goes by Murphy. Murphy’s Law of whatever can go wrong will go wrong.
As soon as your spouse steps out the door. Maybe he’s leaving for just an overnight live-fire. Possibly, it’s an even longer trip to the National Training Center in Fort Irwin, CA. Murphy doesn’t care the reason, he shows up regardless. Seriously, my husband has hardly ever been home when one of my children decided to explode with vomit. It has literally happened as soon as he has stepped out the door. My motto in life is to laugh through it all, so sit back and enjoy some of my finest Murphy’s Law moments.
It was a dark and stormy night…
It had been a long day, and I was grateful the kids were finally in bed. Hubs was gone to the field and not due home for a couple more days. I sat on the couch in the dark, regretting my bad life decision to finish the last of my suspense novel when home alone. I mean, it wasn’t that scary, but between the unexpected ending, the lightning cracking outside in the fall thunderstorm just a few days before Halloween…I was a bit jumpy.
Suddenly, I heard a dull roaring sound. Did I lock all the doors? I know I did…but maybe I should double check.
Before I could check the locks, I heard footsteps. Oh man…I’m not making this up!
If you’ve had a loved one deployed, then you probably know that the first and last weeks of deployment usually feel the longest. There’s so much to do, and the days drag by slowly. To help you out, I’ve compiled a list of must-dos during that last painful week. You’re welcome in advance!
Here’s a little ditty to sing your way through present-wrapping fundraisers, tree decorating, or when you need a humorous perspective about our unique and sometimes chaotic lifestyle:
On the first day of Christmas, my soldier gave to me…
A home in a foreign country.
From an outside view, it’s sometimes easy to look upon our service members in a strictly matter-of-fact, all-business-all-the-time fashion. I know that I myself find so many aspects of military culture intimidating at times. However, today I’m sharing a sneak peek into the secret behind-the-scenes life of our military family. Everything is not so serious all of the time. Thank goodness! Today, I bring you The Secret Life of Boot Snakes!
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