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Sunday, October 31, 2004



Attention, attention!

I've started a webring for Pagan Military Wives. Why not, right?

If you qualify, won't you join and pass the word along?

Rose typed all this stuff at 12:00 AM | #


Friday, October 29, 2004



Work is awesome.

It's so nice to feel productive. I don't mean to speak down to the work involved in being a stay home wife, or CERTAINLY not a stay home mom, who have probably the hardest (but most rewarding?) job on the planet... but it's nice to be able to divide my day.

I suddenly started getting responses from lots of different companies about doing my typing work. And I tell you what, I forgot (how could I forget?) that transcription is never the same job twice.

I've been doing insurance statements (Q: So was the light red when he hit you? A: Yes, that psycho crackpot came through at about 100mph.) and legal depositions (Q: So you're suing because they fired you? A: No, I'm suing because first I had a sexual relationship with my boss and THEN I got fired.).

I'm doing conference calls (M1: Gosh, BillyBob, we're sure going to have to move more units to meet this quarter's goals!) and clandestinely recorded calls (A: Look. If this is how you want it to be, then this is how it'll be. But I'll make you sorry you ever left me.). I've even done some fabulously entertaining interviews with employees of the government of some state about their business practices and who decided what.

I'll be doing interviews for movie producers, and maybe even interviews with some Latin American governmental officials. Senate hearings and quarterly earnings meetings.

It's a new job every day.

I'm thrilled that I can get up, have work waiting for me, work til 1pm or 2pm and then get about the business of taking care of the household. I'm actually really, really excited. The work's been steady and it appears it's going to continue to be so.

I even found out I can take the home office tax deduction as a renter, which works out to be doubly awesome. When your work doesn't have any actual "expenses" that you have to incur to get your job done, you need all the help you can get or Uncle Sam will come a-knocking. Hard.

So, if I don't talk to you guys again soon, have a fabulous Halloween or Samhain!!!

Rose typed all this stuff at 11:12 AM | #


Thursday, October 28, 2004



Scooped up from Iki at After Hours Pub.

You Are a Life Blogger!

Your blog is the story of your life - a living diary.
If it happens, you blog it. And make it as entertaining as possible.

What kind of blogger are you?

Rose typed all this stuff at 9:05 AM | #




It rains.

It's not the torrential downpour I'm accustomed to as a desert rat, the kind of rain that washes your car and pounds your windows and leaves the air smelling like paper towels.

It's a slow, steady rain, as if the fog is finally too heavy to hang suspended over my home and casually falls to earth with no other purpose than to fill puddles so children can play, or keep lowly humans under cover of shelter trying to "wait it out."

Walking after the rain, I notice things that are easy to remember, but feel a million years away.

The first few brilliant colored leaves have fallen from the oak tree on the corner, and they sail like little barges down what could now only be called a tiny stream, but an hour ago was a rushing river. I entertain visions of yellow rain boots and blue plastic overcoats with Mickey Mouse or Bugs Bunny on the back, finding leaves and sailing them to their doom as the rushing river hangs a hard right into the storm drain. I can hear the giddy giggling of children as they jump into the flowing water and splash one another. I try to recall how I could be wet from head to toe with rain and mud and not be the least bit worried about doing the next load of laundry or whether or not my new tennis shoes would track the copper colored mud across the carpet.

The air smells of cedar. The newly built fence, which has yet to be painted or sealed, has soaked up the rain and has become the color of a glowing sunset. It makes me long for the smell of spruce and pine, the patchouli-essence that hung in the air when walking over the moss covered ground.

Everything is quiet, after the rain. Quiet and new, amazing and clean, cool and comfortable.

So I wipe my shoes two times before entering, pour a glass of wine, open the screen door wide, and sit in silence as the visions flow through me of a simpler time and a younger age.

When the goal was not to stay clean and dry and return home quickly... but to cover oneself head to toe in mud, avoid the gaze or the call of any parent that may wish to protect us from ourselves, and revel in the cleansing power of the pouring rain.

Rose typed all this stuff at 8:23 AM | #


Tuesday, October 26, 2004



The party preparations: balloon bouquet and decorations from the party store up the street, "over the hill" black balloons lovingly filled with wife's breath, awesomely decorated gifts.

The sacrifice: The Birthday Gods took a blood sacrifice from me of about twelve gallons of blood after I gashed myself on the brand new pair of scissors, because I was a dorkus when I was hand curling the ribbons for one of his boxes. Talk about wrapped with love, blood sweat and tears.

The cake: Capuccino Chunky Chocolate frozen yogurt pie from Braum's, an Oklahoma staple. And little wax candles that say, "30".

The gifts: In no particular order -- the full six-DVD set of Beavis and Butthead (yes, he specifically asked for this -- actually he asked for two DVD's but I got him all six. Next, three of the desktopper 5 x 7 framed prints of despair.com favorites. And third, a Belkin Nostromo N52 GamePad that he's been drooling over since it was the N50 GamePad. I rock the house.

The meal: SUSHI! At a good spot that we've decided we LOVE!

And right now, I'm going to light candles, sing Happy Birthday, and curl up for some old fashioned burp and fart and "he said balls" jokes with Beavis and Butthead. Ha! We're so retro!

Rose typed all this stuff at 9:30 PM | #



Let the President answer on high anarchy
Strap him with AK-47, let him go
Fight his own war, let him impress daddy that way
No more blood for oil, we got our own battles to fight on our soil
No more psychological warfare to trick us to think that we ain't loyal
If we don't serve our own country we're patronizing a hero
Look in his eyes, it's all lies, the stars and stripes
They've been swiped, washed out and wiped,
And Replaced with his own face, mosh now or die
If I get sniped tonight you'll know why, because I told you to fight

-- Eminem, "Mosh"

I just saw the video for this song, and let me tell you what. Eminem's got some brass balls, and my respect for him just went up. Way up. Way the fuck up.

Rap isn't my preferred genre of music, but I've always had respect for Eminem for being who he was and not taking shit for it.

So. He's got this song. It's the biggest anti-Bush song. I fucking love it. I. fucking. Love. It.

In a Rolling Stone interview, Eminem states:

"[Bush] has been painted to be this hero, and he's got our troops over there dying for no reason," he says. ''I think he started a mess. He jumped the gun, and he fucked up so bad he doesn't know what to do right now. We got young people over there dyin', kids in their teens, early twenties that should have futures ahead of them. And for what? It's seems like a Vietnam 2."

You can read an article about the song and view the video here. Scroll down to the video links.

Got this info from Betsy. I'd encourage everyone to make their way over there to learn what it's really like to be part of a family who lost a soldier... and how amazingly little this administration has done for them.


Rose typed all this stuff at 4:08 PM | #




In a world populated with no-talent hacks that woo the young and the ignorant of this country into thinking their "music" is actually based on ability rather than digital manipulation, it absolutely thrills me to see yet another one exposed for the sham she is.

Ashlee Simpson, younger sister of Jessica Simpson, is trying to make her career by wearing Juicy Couture plaid pants, torn T-shirt tops, dyed black hair and heavy makeup, trying to come across as the "edgy" "real" Avril-Lavigne-Wannabe sister... hoping that her "cred" will separate her from the absolute trainwreck that is her sister and her sister's career.

So, what does she do? Gets a spot on Saturday Night Live, of course, the home of edgy music.

Interestingly enough, she got completely OWNED when her lip synch track started playing, and she wasn't singing.


No pun intended.

So, she decided to hop around on stage for a bit. As you can see from the above video, her band was actually trying not to laugh, probably that the little brat got completely caught.

Now, I thought Saturday Night Live had a policy of no lip-synching. Frankly, I can't remember the last time I saw anyone lip-synch on SNL. Someone correct me if I'm wrong, but it's usually live, raw music. Not always my preference of music, but I've seen punks, I've seen rappers, I've seen new-rock, I've even seen Garth Brooks, and they're all live.

Except for poor Ashlee. Because, you know, she's sooooooooooooo talented.

Her dad has come out today and said that Ashlee lip-synced because she had a sore throat.

Interesting that the little liar stated in the closing credits that her band "started to play the wrong song." Bullshit musical artist you may be, Ashlee, but Bullshit Artist you're not. I fucking hope your "band" decides to quit, since you fucking tried to sell them out on national TV.

I mean, how stupid does this little girl think we are? Hello? Was the band singing "her" song in her own voice, too?

Anyone who saw Ashlee's little miniseries special on MTV (I did, so sue me or kiss my ass) knows she can't sing. CAN'T SING. She's got to be so remastered on her album it's completely insane. She just wants to grow up to be the "dark" side of her successful sister Jessica (whom I don't care for either).

Apparently, she thinks the whole world is as dumb as her sister.

Kapow! See ya, wouldn't wanna be ya!

Rose typed all this stuff at 9:10 AM | #


Monday, October 25, 2004



Well, gearing up for the big 3-0 here in the Rose/S household. I'll have to post some pictures tomorrow of exactly what I have planned, as I can't be sure if he'll come here to see it or not... but suffice it to say, it's going to be rather cool.

I'm going to go to Braum's tomorrow and pick up the Ice Cream Pie that he chose, and we will probably go out to dinner (Sushi, trying again, new place) and I'm positive he's going to LOVE all of his presents. He doesn't even know how many there are.

So today I took 2 more transcription tests, did my nails, am making green chile stew, hm, what else... walked the dog, went to the Isuzu dealership for a little warranty repair, hmmmmm. I haven't watched any TV or anything today, so that's always good.

Just happy to be here, and hope I can help the team.

You know, a long time ago I used to write installments I called, "Stupid Shit My Mom Said To Me Today."

Today, my mom said a stupid thing to me

She's completely against me working from home. I still can't quite figure out her reasoning behind it, but the more I do the math the more it makes sense for me to try to work here at home if I can. The stress level in this household is NIL! Nothing! Nada! About the biggest quandary we have around here anymore is what should be for dinner and what time S. wants it on the table.

He's being the man and supporting and taking care of this family, and I am being the woman and doing stereotypical womanly things. I even baked chocolate chip cookies for the guys and gals in his shop - a huge hit, if I do say so myself. And I do.

So, I think tonight I might just have to tell my mom to sit and spin. Dunno. We'll see. We'll see if she can get her head screwed on a little bit instead of thinking I'm going to rot away into a brain-dead coma if I work at home. Amazing.

I get some work coming in and I'm going to have to see what my city says about needing a business license or whatever, you know.

OH - just in case you were interested - there's a placeholder on the website for Enchanted Rose. It's enchanted-rose.com and I'd be interested what you guys think. It's not a catalog or anything, but it might give you an idea where I'm going to take this.

And! I'm finally! Learning HTML! So I did that page all by myself. And I'm getting to be pretty kick ass in photoshop too. This creative stuff is fun! w00t!

Rose typed all this stuff at 4:01 PM | #


Saturday, October 23, 2004



Rock on, y'all.

See, it's moments like these that remind me how important FAITH is. No matter what RELIGION you are, FAITH is what can get you through day to day. Faith. It's all about knowing that good things happen to good people. It's about being prepared to accept the blessings that come your way. It's about believing and knowing that you're deserving, and that you're worth it.

This morning when I rolled out of bed, I had three. Count them. Three. Three replies to my resumes, asking me to take transcription tests.

I took one of the tests earlier today and sent it off (easy peasy), and then I got another email from another company who didn't even want to test me, they just want to use me on a large project that'll be coming down the pike next week. Interviews for a documentary movie producer, as best as I can tell.

If this keeps up, I will be in enough transcription work to keep me busy and feeling productive, AND I will still have time to do the incense work, AND I will still have time to be one of the best damn stay at home wives on the planet. It's a miracle that we've fallen into this comfortable routine, considering it's a result of turning our lives completely upside-down.

And that's faith.

I was starting to get down on myself a little bit, and I'm having some Seasonal Affect, so I've just kind of been... dumpy... lately. You know, nothing really hitting home the way it should, nothing feeling quite right.

But now that this is starting to line itself up and the Universe has heard my request and I opened myself to receiving what it could send my way... things are falling into place again.

After the year and a half to two years I've had, I've got to say this is not only needed but welcome. Thanks to the Powers that Be, for watching over me. I hope they're watching over all of you with this kind of voracity.

Rose typed all this stuff at 10:22 PM | #




The hour at which my husband got home from his PT test last night: 9

The number of glasses of wine I'd had by the time he got home: 1

The number of glasses of wine I had after he got home: 1

That makes the total glasses of wine: 2

The hour at which we got picked up to go bowling by new friends: 10

The number of dollars we spent for two of us to go "Cosmic Bowling": 24

The number of beers in a bucket of Coors Light Longnecks: 6

The number of buckets of beer we bought over the course of the night: 4

That makes the total number of beers: 24

The number of bowlers drinking those beers: 3

That makes the average number of beers per bowler: 8

The number of minutes it took me to re-injure myself bowling: 2

The number of minutes I didn't bowl while I was nursing a cramp: 15

The number of beers I drank "because it'll help me nurse the cramp": 3

The number of games I won anyway, although injured: 2

The number of strikes I bowled: 5

The number of beers left in the bucket(s) at last call: 3

The number of beers I consumed last night: less than 8

The number of bowlers and drinkers in our group by 1:30: 5

The number of people who crammed in the back of a small car for a ride home: 5

The hour we got home: 2

That makes the total hours we were out: 4

The number of beers left by the time we left the bowling alley: 0

The size of my headache today: 9123848723546

The number of Advils I took to help out: 2

The number of adults still in bed at 1:15pm on Saturday: 1

The size of his headache today: 9823989147517123923872459349

The number of Advils I'm going to take, again, shortly: 2

The number of feet gonna get stuck in my husband's ass if he doesn't get up: 1

How much last night rocked: infinity

Rose typed all this stuff at 1:20 PM | #


Friday, October 22, 2004



I was looking at my blogroll and decided it was far too unruly. Some folks ping and some don't, some folks I read for different reasons.

So, I sprung to upgrade my account and as I was making more-than-one blogroll, I decided I needed to have five.


Five blogrolls.

So, you can see them over there on the left, assuming they start updating right.

First, I thought I'd break out the Military Wives, because we've got to stick together. Then, I thought I'd break out the Pagans, because well, we can stick together.

And then I realized that some of my Military Wives were Pagans, and some of my Pagans were Military Wives -- so I had to make a separate category for those gals, because I didn't know where each would WANT to be classfied. So I'm a pigeonholer. Poo.

And then all the other fantabulous blogs I read ravenously.

And then a recip-roll, though I don't know if I'm going to keep it or not.

So. There you go. Complete manic blogrolling courtesy of Rosey Posey. Maybe it's the rain. Maybe it's the Diet Pepsi. Maybe it's the craving for a cocktail. I don't know, but my energy in the last hour or so went to rearranging my blogroll.

I suddenly feel the need to rearrange my sock drawer...

Rose typed all this stuff at 5:19 PM | #




Shamelessly whored from Kelly @ Spellbound, who shamelessly whored it from Joelle.

Current state of things

Wearing: Black comfy sweat pants, warm socks, and a white tank top for full boobage effect (as if there's someone else here to see it), ponytail.

Drinking: Diet Pepsi in the office, Sugar Free Countrytime Lemonade in the living room. I'm bouncing between rooms, dig? Is it beer thirty yet?

Upset that: Folks aren't responding as quickly as I'd like to my freelance transcription and typing resumes, AND Reno 911! on DVD counts as two complete selections from Netflix (part one and part two, Season One) AND my arm hurts a little bit from my awesome workout yesterday AND I still can't make any good decisions about what fragrances to get started on for the incense and liquid potpourri and stuff. So. If those are my only problems, I'm guessing I've got it pretty good.

Luxuriating in: a hot, sudsy, foamy, strawberry-scented bath in about 10 minutes.

Reading: Fragrance lists and recipes, tips on how to make bed and bath products.

Learning: to make water-based linen and room deodorizer sprays AND learning how to not feel guilty that I am not the primary breadwinner.

Downloading: Drivers for my USB transcription pedal. Rawk!

Wanting: A trip to Las Vegas, a chocolate cookie, and a new pants size.

Rose typed all this stuff at 3:47 PM | #


Thursday, October 21, 2004



I've broken down and have started sending my resume off to various and sundry transcription services that contract with work-at-home typists.

I forgot how not fun sending out my resume is.

But, it's probably time for me to get back to being productive, and if I can do it here at home AND keep the house spotless and keep the dinner made and keep the dog walked, then that's a way better deal all around for both of us. Anything I make would be gravy anyway, so I might as well work when I can.

I'm thinking of sending out some letters "advertising my services" to some of the local insurance adjusters offices here in Oklahoma City, as that'll probably be more lucrative for me than contracting out to someone who's contracting out. But anything helps.

Anybody have any ideas of where a lightning-fast typist with a penchant for quality could get some transcription work?

In other news, the weather here has taken another strange turn and has been absolutely gorgeous for the last two days. Not a cloud in the sky, near 80 degrees, a little bit of a breeze (when the hell isn't there a breeze in Oooooooooooooooooooklahoma) and everything's great. Makes it a pleasure to walk the dog or anything else that might involve actual outdoor activity.

I think I have a little Seasonal Affect, so don't mind me if I get a little wincy and grumpy from time to time. Hokay? Hokay.

And because I know S. reads this blog from time to time even though he doesn't go out of his way to TELL me that he read it, I can only mention that his birthday is next week and I'm trying to give him a good one, but it's hard when he does things like sees the box with the gift in it that came UPS from Time-Life and it's labeled with exactly what's in it. Sigh.

Rose typed all this stuff at 2:20 PM | #


Wednesday, October 20, 2004



Wife: Can I ask you a favor?

Hubby: What's that?

Wife: C'mere.

Hubby: What?

Wife: Okay, so, I don't mind keeping the house clean, and doing all the laundry, and making dinner, and cleaning the kitchen, and all of that stuff. I actually enjoy it. But I need you to not make things harder on me than they have to be.

Hubby: Huh?

Wife: Like, if I'm soaking the ceramic bowl from the crockpot in the sink, please don't pour out the rest of the coffee in the bottom of the pot, right into the crock pot.

Hubby: I ran the water in it!

Wife: Honey, that's just gross.

Hubby: But I ran the water!

Wife: Help me help you. Help ME! Help YOU! (*pointing and gesturing wildly*)

Hubby: But! I! Ran! The! Water! In! It!

Wife: Babe, it looks like a big cup of coffee in a crock pot. That's nasty.

Hubby: Ahem. It looks like a big cup of TEA in a crock pot. It looked like coffee before I ran the water! in it!

Wife: Well. Next time could you please pour out the coffee somewhere that's not into the soapy soaking water?

Hubby: Yeah yeah.

Wife: Please. Help me help you.

Hubby: Something's wrong here.

Wife: What's that?

Hubby: I think you need to do a little less talking, and a lot more cleaning. (*smacks wife on ass*)

Wife: Hey, solder boy, get outta my house. (*shoves hubby towards front door*)

Hubby: Excuse me, but it's my house.

Wife: What?

Hubby: I pay the bills, it's my house.

Wife: So you just let me live here?

Hubby: I don't just LET you live here, I let you CLEAN too!


Hubby: Zip it!

Wife: Out!

Hubby: Zip! Zip it! Less talking, more cleaning! Don't you have some work to do?

Wife: You're going to be late.

Hubby: More cleaning!

Wife: Bye.

Hubby: Love you, baby. (*impish grin*)

Wife: GO!


I love my man.

Rose typed all this stuff at 1:09 PM | #




So I'm over at ASB's hangout and I read her post which leads me to Iki's home sweet home, and down to this fantabulous piece of true to life blogarific journalism. I couldn't NOT comment.

I couldn't agree with her more, honestly.

One of her commenters pointed out that she doesn't get jealous of other blogs, as much as she might get jealous of their designs. That in itself is a really good point, since fabulous blog stylings are becoming more and more popular, and can give you a feeling of the blogger's attitude. Fortunately or unfortunately, though, a fabulous skin does not a great blog make, and I still go for the meat and potatoes, as it were. I want a blog to READ great. Some of the blogs on my blogroll have the most faded-out, old, plain templates you've ever seen in your life. But they're great reads.

(now, that is not to say that I'm not going to give myself a little cut, color and style every now and again, at least within the boundaries that Blogspot will let me do it).

But anyway. What was I saying? I've ranted about this before. I am too lazy to find the many times I've written about it.

I'd rather write to get shit off my chest, I'd rather write and know I entertain the folks who come by here to read, I'd rather do all of that than be a popular blogger. I didn't start my blog for any other reason than myself... my journaling had long gone by the wayside, and since I type 140wpm, I figured I should start typing it. My dear friend Daryl had a blog up and running and I'd been reading him for about a year, and Blogger and Blogspot made it relatively easy to get started. So, I started on 1-1-03.

And since then, my blog has become so many things. It's the full and complete story of how I met my husband, fell in love, and got married. It's the full and complete story of the issues I have had with my parents. It's the full and complete story of my move from Phoenix, where I lived for 23 years, to Oklahoma City where I know almost nobody and am learning how to enjoy my life as a work-from-home wife (which is now my official goal, by the way).

I can go back over this journal and read things and figure out just how far I've come, just how much I've grown as a person, how my thoughts and views on things have changed, or how my priorities have changed.

I do the meme's occasionally, because they interest me. I don't do ALL of them, I just do the ones I think are nifty. I don't blog-hop and leave tons of comments hoping people will come back and visit me. If I comment on something I read on your blog, it's because I felt like commenting. Not so someone would link me back.

I just think blogging's taking an unfortunate turn. So, I will sit here and continue to do my thing, and blog about my life, and the shit I think is entertaining, and hope that I make some kind of personal connection with someone. I've made some amazing friends through this digital piece of real estate, and I certainly hope to meet many more. I've met so many military wives I can't even count them all, and we all come together to support each other in times of need. I value every one of them and this amazing network of caring and support that comes from it. And I have lots of blogs that I read, and feel like I can crawl inside the head of the person writing them.

That's the shit, right there. I love that.

So. Hits aren't everything. Hell, my blog hasn't increased in hits in a year, probably. And I keep writing. It's amazing how that works.

And now that I've got you here - why haven't you commented on my poll below? Go there! Now! Help a girl out! Throw me a fricking bone here!

Rose typed all this stuff at 9:26 AM | #


Tuesday, October 19, 2004



Hi, y'all.

Okay. So I'm really diving in full bore and trying to move forward getting Enchanted Rose - Incense, Oils and Brews (or a more mundane name, Enchanted Rose Scents) all set up and ready to go.

I'm thinking of some different fragrances just to give a wide base and appeal to more people than I might normally.

Think back in your head, into your memory, or even into your sachets and sniffs and candles and incense and potpourri that you would have in your house.

I can make pretty much ANY SCENT you can think of, plus I can mix and create new combinations of scents. No smell is too weird. I promise.

Please, could you take a second and let me know what some of your favorite smells are, what some of your favorite candles smell like, what makes you think of comfort, or clean, or how you'd like your home to smell when you get home after a long day's work?

If you agree with someone else's scent contribution, please second or third their vote so I can see if any smells are more popular than others.

These scents are going to be made into incense sticks, possibly powdered incenses for use with a charcoal, room freshener spray, linen/pillow spray, crystal potpourri, liquid potpourri (fragrance oil), possibly wax tarts, maybe even actual botanical potpourri that you'd put in a bowl... anywhere you can get fragrance, I'll find it.

I am also considering branching out into a small line of bath products, like bath salts, body lotion or body milk, shower gel... so if you have any smell suggestions for that too, please let me know.

C'mon, everybody. Please don't pass this up. I'd love to see a bazillion comments here, it's really going to help me start kicking this thing off. HELP MEEEEEEEE!

Rose typed all this stuff at 1:48 PM | #




Stolen from Shanna -- looks like we're in meme swap mode.

Interestingly, this exactly matches what my true totem animal is... coincidence?

Your soul is bound to the Ninth Totem, Titan:
The Bear

Titan appears as an umber colored bear. He
embodies strength, might, flair, and
. He is associated with the color
umber, the season of autumn, and the element of
earth. His downfall is overbearance.

You are most compatible with Cockroaches and

Which Animal Spirit Totem Are You?
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Rose typed all this stuff at 7:52 AM | #


Saturday, October 16, 2004




Well, sans skinheads anyway.

So we've tidied up the house and hubby's run down the street to get some cash and pick up a pizza. Our ride - dig it, designated drivers - our RIDE will be here around 10pm and we're going to go do that "Cosmic Bowling" thing. Should be a bunch of fun and it'll be nice to get to know some new folks.

Today I didn't do much of anything, because I didn't sleep very well last night. I tweaked my shoulder out doing something yesterday and it's been bothering me. Fortunately for me, it's my left shoulder and I'm right handed, so I'll still be able to (try to) bowl.

I am, however, being soothed currently by the wonderful bubbling sounds of my zen fountain, which I relocated from its box to my desk today. We're also burning some of our homemade incense sticks and the house smells quite nice. The weather here is crisp and brisk, and it'll make for an enjoyable evening out.

I'm actually really excited about going out and about. I hope I have a good, fun report for y'all tomorrow. Or tonight if I get home and I'm tipsy (you know, guardian of the beer pitcher and all) and feel the need to get some of it off my chest.

My chest, which I must say, looks absolutely fabulous in this long-sleeve black V-neck little number I've got on. It's amazing how fun it can be to go shopping in your own closet.

w00t! Beer frame!

Rose typed all this stuff at 8:30 PM | #


Friday, October 15, 2004



You are Form 1, Goddess: The Creator.

"And The Goddess planted the acorn of life.
She cried a single tear and shed a single drop
of blood upon the earth where she buried it.
From her blood and tear, the acorn grew into
the world."

Some examples of the Goddess Form are Gaia (Greek),
Jehova (Christian), and Brahma (Indian).
The Goddess is associated with the concept of
creation, the number 1, and the element of
Her sign is the dawn sun.

As a member of Form 1, you are a charismatic
individual and people are drawn to you.
Although sometimes you may seem emotionally
distant, you are deeply in tune with other
people's feelings and have tremendous empathy.
Sometimes you have a tendency to neglect your
own self. Goddesses are the best friends to
have because they're always willing to help.

Which Mythological Form Are You?
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Shamelessly stolen from Spellbound.

Rose typed all this stuff at 3:41 PM | #




I've had a productive couple of days, once I get past my sinus headache. I NEVER used to have those when I was in Arizona, and now I have 'em fairly regularly here. What's up with that??

So yesterday I went to the beauty supply and bought the acrylic supplies to do my own fills on my nails. And I did them! I filled my own nails! They look pretty good, if I do say so myself. Gotta get a little better at filing around my cuticles because I'm feeling a little sore on a nail or two today... but aside from that, I think they look really good. I figure as long as I'm going to be wearing polish on them and not the french tips, I should probably just try to take care of them myself since I have the time to do it. It's certainly cheaper than paying $20 every few weeks to get 'em done. ka-ching! A little fine tuning and it'll all be awesome.

My spider bite/ear wound is making me crazy, though. Seems like right when I think it's done being a pain in my ass, I will be dizzy or nauseous, have a sore ear or neck, have a heat flash over my ear... the steroids are helping, though, because my lymph nodes are slowly deflating. This is the last day of my medication, so we'll see. The wound isn't getting any smaller but it doesn't constantly hurt any more. It's a little bit tender today so I try not to touch it. It comes and goes. But that appears to be a symptom of a brown recluse bite, so perhaps the doctor was right. Fucking spiders. I still wonder where I was when I got bit, as we're convinced there's none in the apartment.

So! We joined Netflix today. Rock on! Should start seeing our DVD's showing up any time. Easier than going to the rental store, more legal than downloading movies, simple, simple, simple. I'm all about the being simple.

So tonight we're going to hang the dart board, put away the last couple things, because we're going to have some folks over tomorrow. Some of the people in S.'s shop want to see our apartment (as it is the shiznit) and then we're all going to go bowling. I haven't been bowling in years, which is another reason why I filled my own nails... I won't feel so bad if I break one, if I did 'em myself. I had to quit bowling because I kept cracking acrylic nails off. We'll see if I've got 'em short enough to be able to bowl, or if I will be monitoring the beer pitcher in lieu of actually participating.

What else? Not much else. Cooking, cleaning, laundry, errands, regular Suzy Homemaker stuff. I'm digging it, man. Digging it digging it digging it. I wonder if it'll be time soon to start making babies!

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Thursday, October 14, 2004



1) Isn't pressuring me to go back to work.

2) Eats everything I cook for him.

3) Buys me cool stuff.

4) Got day shift instead of night shift despite being one of the new NCO's.


We're going to Texas for Thanksgiving to visit hubby's family. This is a huge deal for both of us -- for him because he hasn't been with his family for a holiday in a very long time... and for me because I've not met his family yet. Yes, I'm the long distance daughter in law, and the distance is about to be closed.

We didn't think he was going to be able to take leave, both the combination of an ORI exercise and being "new" to the shop... but turns out, dude, we're so going.

Good things happen to good husbands.

Rose typed all this stuff at 11:20 AM | #




Here's a clue. This will give you a little perspective.

My dear friend Amanda has stage one breast cancer. Her surgery has been scheduled. She found the lump herself, on a home breast exam.

Positive energies and thoughts her way would be great, thank you.

Something like this will teach you what's really important in life.

Rose typed all this stuff at 10:08 AM | #





*slaps forehead*


While this debate wasn't as eventful as the first one (looks like someone coached W on how not to pout and turn the color of a sugar beet while he's getting his ass trounced by an intelligent opponent) our President certainly continued his salty soft shoe dance around the issues. How many questions did he NOT answer last night? Please.

But he did learn a new word this week, because he used it three times. "Litany."

How is it possible that anyone can RELATE to what the President says at these functions? He does nothing but whine and point fingers. It's like bringing the spoiled rich kid to the debate. Even if he were making some good points, which he wasn't, it really weakens the position of President to have the Leader of the Free World whining, "I know you are, but what am I?" Avoiding the issues by wah-wah-wah'ing and failing miserably at making "jokes" to berate his opponent. Not very Presidential.

Here's hoping swing voters who hadn't swung yet, realize that this pitiful excuse for an adult tarnishes the office of President and the world view of this nation every time he piffles and diffles and whines and pouts. He might not be a bad guy. He's just not a good President.

I'll get off my soap box now. I just thought I would take a moment to point out that the President's record completely backs up his litany of idiotic actions.

Don't hate me because I'm voting Democrat.


Rose typed all this stuff at 9:10 AM | #


Wednesday, October 13, 2004



Rose: So, did you read about my Oklahoma Welcome Wagon?
Lux: umm.. when was that? I saw all the pics of your new place.
Rose: Heh.
Rose: "welcome wagon"
Rose: My doctor thinks I got bit by a brown recluse spider, dude.
Lux: yickkkkk
Rose: heh
Rose: yeah
Lux: ewewewewew
Rose: S says it's my own fault because I've been freaking out about BRS's since I found out we were coming here.
Lux: like how big are those?
Rose: erm, with legs and everything they're about the size of a quarter, I guess.
Rose: I haven't actually SEEN one in my house.
Lux: freaky...
Rose: I'm not completely convinced it was a BRS, because people lose chunks of legs and shit when they get bit by those...
Lux: =-O
Rose: Finally today my lymph nodes are feeling better and my 'wound' is healing.
Rose: Yeah, wanna creep yourself out some time, google "brown recluse spider bites"
Lux: omigod.. we have big ugly spiders here but they are generally harmless.
Rose: Well we used to have Black Widows when I lived in AZ, and I learned to avoid 'em and how to keep 'em out of places. The thing about these BRS's is that you probably will never see them. ick ick ick.
Rose: I don't think our house has any though.
Rose: knock on wood.
Lux: so people just like randomly develop spider bite reactions? does this happen a lot?
Rose: Well, the thing about the BRS bites is, the poison causes necrotic sores... tissue actually just starts to blister and die. Skin, fat, everything.
Rose: So people get bit and by the time they get to the doctor they have these necrotic lesions, and there's nothing you can do for them. You just have to let them 'run their course.'
Rose: Sometimes they end up the size of a steak. It's gross.
Lux: jesus
Rose: Did you google some of that crap? ick
Lux: no i'll take your word for it :-)
Lux: i can't even look at a pic of a spider.
Lux: ok, now i have to though.
Rose: It's creepy stuff.
Rose: The stupid thing about the BRS bites is, they can't definitely diagnose it unless you HAVE the spider.
Rose: And since the spiders hide and you probably never even feel them bite you, most people don't have the spider to be able to tell if that's what bit them.
Lux: but they can't do anything for it anyway, right?
Rose: They can try. The doctor gave me steroids to try to stop any more infection from spreading.
Lux: "the site can erupt into a "volcano lesion" (a hole in the flesh due to damaged, gangrenous tissue)"
Rose: yeah, it's scary stuff.
Lux: it's like leprosy!
Rose: The grossest is when they have to cut the lesion out and give people skin grafts. ick ick ick
Lux: that is disgusting
Rose: So, rest assured, mine is nowhere near like that.
Rose: But more than a little ironic.
Lux: "Treatment with oral dapsone (an antibiotic used mainly for leprosy)" ... ahh see i told ya!
Rose: heh
Rose: leprosy
Rose: i've got pieces falling off of me
Rose: i'm not half the man i used to be
Lux: you'll have to move to a leper colony
Rose: hahahah
Rose: can S come?
Lux: only jesus will associate with you now.
Lux: if my grandmother were alive, she could get you some holy water from Lourdes
Rose: hahahaha
Rose: Are you still looking at gross pictures of pustules?
Lux: no!
Rose: I should put this conversation on my blog, dude.
Lux: totally
Rose: You wouldn't be mad if I posted it? I think it's funny.
Lux: sure, but if I go to hell, i'm taking you with me.
Rose: I hear that's where all the good parties are.

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Tuesday, October 12, 2004



At least I know I can't be pigeonholed! Shamelessly stolen from Serenity and seen bouncing around the blogosphere....

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I'm in the Samhain feel (that's Halloween for most of y'all) and thought I'd give the header a quick update. What do you think? Does it put you in the mood? Feel like doing the Monster Mash?

Just my ever-so-basic contribution to seasonal blog art.

Rose typed all this stuff at 1:07 PM | #





So if Spring "has sprung," then what does Fall do? It's certainly blown in here with a bluster, which is both a good and bad thing. Probably the most "bad" about it is, since I've lived in Arizona for the last 23 years I didn't have a 'real' winter coat. You know, something weatherproof with warm insides and pockets and a hood and... a winter coat. So, we had to go out and buy one.

Thank you, Columbia Sportswear, for making the perfect winter coat. I understand that you're expensive, and I wasn't very thrilled about shelling out $160 for the garment, but the fact that it is actually three coats in one makes me feel a little bit better about the investment. Thank you, also, for making this fine jacket in colors that I actually liked, instead of neon green and hot pink.

The new coat came in handy when it rained for two straight days this weekend. Between the wind and the rain, the wind-chill had it in the low 40's in the mornings and a high of about 57-58 in the afternoons for the last few days. Even the dog looked at me and whined as if to say, "Look, psycho, we are NOT fucking going out there in the FUCKING RAIN."

But we did anyway, and since I was bundled up in my wonderful new coat, I was impervious to the elements and just kept saying, "We're not going inside until you go potty." Finally, we found somewhere up near the side of the building so he felt like he wasn't actually in the rain, and he picked a bush and released enough liquid of his own to irrigate a small farm.

Then, he took off running and YANKED me towards the apartment building, ran up the stairs, and met me sitting in front of the door just waiting to go back inside and be warm and dry.

Wait til it's REALLY winter. Oh man, he's gonna hate me.

So, my ear is healing. Man, was that a huge pain in the ass. Still is, I suppose. Friday at about 6:30 I felt an itch on the back of my ear. Ever get that thing where you don't rinse the shampoo quite well enough from behind your ear, and it gets flaky and feels like dead skin? I thought that was what I felt when I reached behind my ear, but it turned out it was a scab. Of course I didn't know this so I was picking at it while we were out and about. Got home to see my ear completely red and part of my neck turning red as well. Figured I must have gotten an infected mosquito bite or something (hence the itch) and we put peroxide on it and some neosporin, and I tried to go to bed without fucking with it.

Saturday we woke up to find the sore was substantially larger and had blisters around it. So what did I do? Broke those suckers open and put more peroxide on them. During that process I noticed I could no longer see the skin-folds in my ear... it was one large, hot, painful, throbbing red pancake. Even my earlobe was about 2x the size of a normal earlobe. I wish I would have taken some pictures, but at the same time I'd rather forget how ugly it was. Just kept taking naproxen and putting peroxide or neosporin on it. Oh, and we did a baking soda paste to pull out some of the fluids, but I'm still not sure what we got.

Sunday I woke up with the lymph nodes in my neck starting to get hard and very tender. The redness was going away in my ear, a little bit at a time, and the swelling was starting to come down. We don't have a real "base hospital" here at Tinker, and the Tinker AFB medical isn't taking spouses currently - we are relegated to the private sector. So, we figured we'd wait until Monday and if I was still having problems with it, we'd go see my new TriCare doctor.

Monday morning, my neck was sore from where my ear connects to the neck, almost down to the shoulder. My lymph node/gland felt like a golf ball was underneath my skin. I phoned them up. Doctor took one look at it and asked if we'd seen Brown Recluse Spiders in our home. When we told him no, we hadn't, he pointed out that this looked very much like a BRS bite and the symptoms I had discussed were consistent with same. He said the healing is going "the right direction instead of the wrong direction." My wound has a small bit of necrosis, and the swelling in my ear has pretty much gone down. The lymph nodes in my neck still hurt. I've also been nauseous and dizzy periodically, and very tired - almost flu-like symptoms - since Friday. He says that's all consistent with a BRS bite.

Hopefully after a couple more days of medication, I'll feel better.

And last night I actually re-vamped my resume so I can start sending it out. Somebody shoot me. While S. doesn't for a moment think I 'need' to go back to work, I'm kind of being guilted into it by... you guessed it... my mother. She phones me a few times a week and every time she talks to me she asks "when" I am going to "look for a job." I'm enjoying playing Suzy Homemaker, thanks, but I guess it's time for me to at least put out some feelers. We'll see what I can come up with.

My resume is three pages long. After being edited and re-edited and edited again. Three pages. Hope they like extensive professional qualifications.

Rose typed all this stuff at 7:55 AM | #


Monday, October 11, 2004



Okay, so I've been bit by something nasty. I'm guessing it's a spider. No, it's not a brown recluse or black widow or anything nasty and Oklahoman like that... probably just a pissed off house spider or some other evil little creature. Update: It was indeed a spider. Upon examination, the doctor immediately asked if we had seen Brown Recluse spiders in our home because - you guessed it - I appear to have a textbook Fiddleback bite. Thankfully the stories of people losing chunks of limbs to necrotic decay is the exception rather than the rule, but without having the actual critter in question to confirm its identity we can only go off what he thinks. It could be something else, but the doctor seemed firm on this Brown Recluse thing based on the appearance of the wound and the progress of the symptoms as described by S. and I. So, he has prescribed me some steroids! Woo! Pump up!

It got me on the back of my cartilege on my right ear. Over the weekend my ear was swelled up substantially and hurt, but the swelling started going down on Saturday evening. Now today my lymph node is quite swollen and the bite wound doesn't seem to be fixing itself any further, so we're off to the doctor.

So, any good juju or mojo you could send my way would be great.

In addition, a dear friend of mine is waiting on a biopsy of a lump in her breast. Considering the BoobieThon raised more than $8,500 for the Konen Foundation, I was hoping any of you who are sympathetic to the cause could also send some good juju to Amanda.

All in all a four day weekend (S. had Friday off, plus today is a holiday) has been spent feeling sick and a little worrysome, but it'll all work out.

Oh! And it also rained cats and dogs here, like for two straight days. Fabulous! The swimming pool of our apartment complex, which is right under our balcony, looks like if it rains for 15 more minutes it's going to overfow. Rawk!

Rose typed all this stuff at 1:03 PM | #


Friday, October 08, 2004



This is the last weekend of the BoobieThon to benefit Breast Cancer Research.

Please PLEASE go by there and check it out. Donate. Participate. Make a difference.

Yes, my submission is there.

No, I will not tell you which one it is.

Rose typed all this stuff at 1:31 PM | #


Monday, October 04, 2004



It's raining here. And I'm loving it. Took the dog out for another "explore the neighborhood" walk this morning (longer and farther every day) and it started raining on us, so we had to rush ourselves right back home. It's SO refreshing to be able to take a walk in sweats and a long sleeve shirt, and not come home pouring in sweat! The trees are just BARELY starting to change color now, and the trees in the neighborhood are scattering their acorns and hazelnuts in preparation for a long winter sleep.

I've got a pot of bean soup on the very slow simmer (it's 10am here, that soup should be ready by 6pm) because I'm making my own stock. The first soup of the finally cool-cold season. I don't skimp on soups, y'all. I take my soup making very seriously. I'm the queen of the crock pot!

So we have some new neighbors downstairs. Directly under us now, actually. It's nice to see the building starting to fill up, but it's not-so-nice to see the parking lot filling up as well. Makes me glad the only time right now I'm out and about is when there's nobody here anyway, but that might change when I start to look for work again. I just hope we can find parking spots!

I've noticed that although I've converted myself in a "lady of leisure," I am absolutely blogging LESS. It's not because I'm not doing anything... believe me, I am. I've been quite active and busy, actually. But I'm spending less and less time in front of the 'puter. Filling my time with drives around town, household chores, long dog walks and general exploring is keeping me from sitting here in my comfy chair typing away. I need to become a little more regular with all of this. At least I feel like I'm getting into a routine again.

Hey, has anyone seen any good movies? We're looking for recommendations, either to rent, to buy, or to go to the theatre and see. It'll be a nice evening out for us if we can come up with something good. Leave a comment and suggest something!


Rose typed all this stuff at 9:57 AM | #


Friday, October 01, 2004



Thank you everyone for your fun suggestions!!

As always, you can click on the pictures to see them full-size.


For Dwayne: I don't have a mess that would rival your garage... yet. About the best I can give you is the shoe picture below. That's the biggest mess I have right now, because I am in clean-mode in the new place. I promise to follow up. Inside the glove box in my car means I'd have to go outside and take it, which will have to happen a little later. It's boring anyway. AND my fave CD, fave book, and fave DVD together having dinner... here you go. Except my favorite book brought 3 friends. The Indigo Girls showed up, as did the autographed copy of Clerks on DVD. They're eating macaroni salad, because I'm pretty sure the herbal remedy books are vegetarian.

Rose typed all this stuff at 9:26 AM | #



For Dwayne: The inside of my refrigerator.

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For Goldie: Where I surf. And play The Sims 2. And work.

Rose typed all this stuff at 9:20 AM | #



For Goldie: My favorite T-shirt I did not buy.

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For Goldie: My favorite piece of underwear.

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For Goldie: My favorite T-shirt I *DID* buy. Purchased at a Rollins Band concert to benefit the West Memphis 3.

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For Meg: All my (our) shoes in one big pile. This is the closest I can come to your request without unpacking a box of shoes. So, since I'm feeling lazy, I hope this works. BTW, I'd have taken a pic of me crosseyed, except I can't take a picture of myself while I'm crosseyed. I suppose that's a deficiency.

Rose typed all this stuff at 9:17 AM | #



For Meg: The spot on my ceiling I stare at when I can't fall asleep. The jumble of feathers on the right hand side is a native American "dream catcher." You can't see it very well because... well... I was laying on the bed.

Rose typed all this stuff at 9:15 AM | #



For Meg: My left ear.

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For Alex: Me laughing, #2.

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For Alex: Me laughing (1 of 2)... trip to Mexico with the girls a couple of years ago. Cropped to protect the innocent.

Rose typed all this stuff at 9:11 AM | #




The BoobieThon starts TODAY!

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Good lord, people.

I'll try to make this short.

Where I may originally have been voting for John Kerry because he isn't President Bush, I've got to say that last night's debate has me FIRMLY in his camp. He was well spoken, had great knowledge of the facts, and looked Presidential.

President Bush came across as on-the-defensive, rolling his eyes, chewing his lip, furrowing his brow and turning more red by the minute. Instead of answering questions, he avoided them. I envisioned two kids in the back seat of a car, and one of them saying, "HE WON'T STOP TOUCHING ME!" George W. wasn't acting Presidential, he was acting spoiled and childishly. Instead of articulating why he believed what he did was right, he continued on this Administration's M.O. of filling the people of this country with fear. Instead of discussing the reality of what needs to happen, he used the same phrases over and over again. It was like listening to a shaky, whiny recording. "A free Iraq is good for America." How many times did he say that? 25?

John Kerry CLEARLY won that debate. Even Fox News, the Republican Party's shill, had to admit it. Every poll available shows it. Many conservatives have to agree. Is it because Kerry's better at debating and Bush is a "common man's man?" Hardly. Absolutely not. Is it because "debates aren't that important anyway?" (I fully expect to see conservatives across the country screeching this today.) No! It is because George W. Bush does things because he wants to, and he has them his way or the highway, not because it's the best thing for this nation or the world but because it makes him feel like his dick is a little bigger to throw his weight around and tell the rest of the planet to screw off. That's not the kind of President that needs to be THE LEADER OF THE FREE WORLD. It's time for a change.

Mexed missages.

Now. Later today, I'll post the pictures as a result of my meme. Thanks so much for participating, everyone. This has been really fun.

Rose typed all this stuff at 8:33 AM | #


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