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Thursday, March 31, 2005



Learning that in roughly 90 days, your husband will be deployed for roughly 90 days, sucks purple donkey dick.

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I'M 50,000 HITS OLD

Thanks guys. I know in the blogosphere anymore, hitting 50k isn't any kind of a big milestone or anything, but it sure makes me feel like someone gives a shit.

So thanks.

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Wednesday, March 30, 2005



How in the world can you vote off Jessica Sierra from American Idol?

Why, for fuck's sake, was Anwar in the bottom two?

And when the hell are you people going to get rid of scary-spice-wannabe I-wrinkle-my-face-and-grimace-when-I-sing I-forget-words-to-songs I'm-a-pretentious-artist-type Nadia, already? The girl can't sing as well as the other girls in the competition and she's FUCKING SCARY when she sings, she looks all mean all the goddamn time.

I was sure the mohawk was going to be the end of her. Then I was sure that making some phoney baloney statement about how she doesn't like mainstream music but she lurrrrrrrrrves her some Cyndi Lauper, but then forgetting the words to the song she "loved," was going to do her in. But no, you people all left Mikalah out to dry and she went home - she might not have been the best singer in the bunch but goddammit she had some fun and personality.

Nadia needs to go home. Begone, Nadia. Even Scott did worse than you and although I love him, I can't understand why he wasn't in the bottom 3. He pretty much sucked balls last night.

I'm picketing.

Rose typed all this stuff at 8:32 PM | #


Tuesday, March 29, 2005



I would like to say that having a Full Moon - slash - New Moon - slash - Tarot Reading - slash - Witchy Woman Pow-Wow - slash - Goddess Circle with two of the COOLEST Witchy CHICKS around, rocks my world.

I lurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrve you girlies, thank you for a fabulous Friday.

Now I just have to figure out how in the name of all that is holy OR unholy am I going to get all of my work done tomorrow, as I am fucking slammed. YIKES!

You've heard of the Soup Nazi? NOSOUPFORYOU, right?

This is the Work Nazi.


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Blogger sucks ass, as it ate my post. Fuckers.

So we're on-line for Ross and Rachael to come visit and that's perfect. I'm up to my elbows in Mexican-food fixins in the kitchen (am taking pictures of the whole process) and the house smells like roasted green chiles, simmering red chiles, baking chicken, and onions and garlic.

I lurves me some onions and garlic.

So more of my Adagio Tea came today. I got a beautiful and fabulous package from my wonderful friend Kara from back home in AZ, to brighten my day and I have various bits and pieces of it scattered around the apartment, but I have some very awesome little things she sent hanging right here on my desk so I can see them every day and be reminded that I am wonderful and beautiful (as are all of you) and that she loves me, and I'll smile at her every day this way.

The weather has gone from cold to absolutely delicious and wonderful, it should be close to 80 degrees today.

This weekend I basically did nothing.

(Sorry for the short spurts, but my creativity has been stifled by the Demon That Is Blogger.)

K and S came over on Saturday night and we played games and had a great dinner and everything was awesome, and we were so excited and proud and happy to have them come over and see our little place.

Sunday I did not get out of my pajamas, and if I wasn't sleeping on the bed I was sleeping on the couch. Pretty much.

Nowhere in Oklahoama City sells the peeled and seeded green chiles in the gynormous cans like I wanted for today's dinner prep, so I had to buy four pounds of chiles and do it myself. Roast htem and seed them and peel them, I mean.

My fingers tingle a little bit from same.

Ok, more dinner to work on and house cleaning stuff to do.

MWAH, y'all!

Oh, one more thing. I'm getting close to the 50,000 hit mark if you pay attention to SiteMeter, which we're going to do today, because that's the one that's close to 50,000. What should we do? Ideas, anyone?

Rose typed all this stuff at 4:19 PM | #


Thursday, March 24, 2005



It's Thursday, and that ain't half bad.

I've got my glass of strawberry herbal tea (with a pinch of peppermint) over ice with a bendy straw and am trying to send out the vibe to the world that we need to hurry up and get full blown into Spring. Please. Spring.

I'm also trying to figure out what I should have for lunch.


It's just one of those days. Not a whole hell of a lot to say about anything, really. How are y'all?

Rose typed all this stuff at 11:57 AM | #


Wednesday, March 23, 2005



Goddamn American Idol.

I lurves me some American Idol.

And tonight we get to watch it over again.

Because FOX fucked up and put the wrong phone numbers at the end so some people got few or no votes and some people got extra votes.


Watch again tonight. And vote again tonight. I know I will be. I just pray that the people that I love who did great last night, do great again. And that maybe the two girls who forgot the words to their song do something equally craptacular so they get voted out.


Rose typed all this stuff at 8:07 AM | #


Tuesday, March 22, 2005



It's fucking cold here.

Not like freezing ice storm hail cold. But like bordering-on-thunderstorm wind's-blowing-and-it's-humid can't-stand-to-be-on-my-patio oh-god-is-it-time-to-walk-the-dog cold.

The truest expression of unconditional love: walking the dog when it's fucking yucky weather.

So here I sit working away and I thought I'd make a quickie post. Because I love you all, and it has nothing to do with me procrastinating work.

Believe me. I speak the truth. Shut up.

So I'm working. *yawn* Work work work.

Today for some reason is not a tea morning but a coffee morning, although I am deeply in love with all of my teas and am already planning on how I can buy more. *snort*

Begin random thoughts senselessly 'put on paper' here.

I'm thinking about putting highlights in my hair.

I can't wait til this weekend when K and S come over and let me make them dinner.

Spinach and ricotta tortelloni are even better if you accidentally sizzle them in what was supposed to be a browned-butter-sauce until they get a little bit chewy and crispy on the outside. ** mental note: must find out what they taste like deep fried. ** follow-up mental note: That is not conducive to weight loss.

My neighbors make me insane. This will be its own follow-up rant. But somewhere, somehow, at some time, Mr. and Mrs. Dirty and all their dirty little relatives who have no brains in their heads, moved into my apartment complex, and into my building, and they piss me off. They piss me off. They piss me the fuck off. (my apologies to Ron White, I can explain that if you want)

Anchorman was a funny movie. The Manchurian Candidate was also a great movie, but was creepy to all hell and I did not sleep well after watching it.

My hubby commented last night: "The thing about me working nights is, when I don't have to work a night and we actually get to have a meal together and watch some TV, we truly appreciate it more."

My hubby also did the following: When I went in to take a bath he sporadically got up, came in the bathroom with my glass of wine which I had left out in the living room, got a stool and a small makeup mirror, and propped those items together so I could see the television that was behind me in the bedroom, from my comfy spot in the bath. Because he is the best. Husband. Evar.

I don't want to go back to work but desperately have to get this project done, so I guess I should leave you all for now. No progress on the growth of green on the patio yet.

Oh, and we're going to the Oklahoma Medieval Faire the weekend of April 1.

Oh, and it's a week until Dr. Ross and the Lovely Rachael come to visit! Squee!

Oh, and it's just a few days til I get to stuff K and S full to capacity with some loving home cooking.


Rose typed all this stuff at 11:28 AM | #


Monday, March 21, 2005



This weekend was one of the nicest weekends in a very long time. I didn't work a lick, which is what I needed. We spent TWO evenings out on our balcony sipping beverages and talking. I hope this becomes something that we just keep doing.

Shopped and shopped and shopped, for food and for fun.

Got our Adagio Tea samples in, and so far everything has been great (I'm sipping a wonderful spearmint right now).

S. got his honey meade-making kit, and there's a gallon of honey meade brewing right now in the guest bathroom. (Don't worry, Dr. Ross, it's in a gallon jug and can be easily moved to the balcony when you guys get here.)

Made a great dinner last night and am planning fantabulous dinner date for K and S to come over next Saturday and play Zombies!!!!!

Hopefully we'll hear from the accountant today about our taxes. Or hopeful lack of them or hopeful arrival of refund.

And S. has his own Honey Do list today:

1) Clean off the dining room table. (half done)
2) Clean up his stuff from BEHIND and UNDER the dining room table.
3) Write the finance department at Luke AFB a nice email.
4) Take out the trash.
5) Walk the dog at least once.
6) Clean the office.
7) Clean the office closet.
8) Hang my new shelves in the kitchen so I can store my tea.

As of right now, he has done:

1) Read email and random web surfing.
2) Surf hunting for bottles to put his homemade Meade in, in a couple of months.
3) Drank coffee.



We have the first tornado warnings of the year today. Thankfully it's far from where we live.



I have babies! Baby chamomile, to be precise, and what looks to be like baby chives starting to peek their heads out.


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Friday, March 18, 2005



S. took some pork red chile stew that I made yesterday, with him to work. He took two portions, cuz we had a ton and he knew he could find someone to eat it.

A nice young guy in his shop gladly volunteered to chow down. This young man is Mexican by heritage, from Houston, TX.

He said:

"Your wife made this? Really? Is she Mexican?"

I don't know if I've ever been so proud.

Rose typed all this stuff at 1:55 PM | #




I love work.


Dear so-and-so:

Thank you for your correspondence demanding a burdensome and outrageous amount of items, to which I object.

gotta love lawyers.


A: My daughter screamed. We ended up hitting something. The air bags went out and apparently we had a crash.

Gee. You think?

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




... but this time it's non-alcoholic.

Do you like tea? Don't have a blog or don't have a high page rank on your blog or for some other reason can't take advantage of Adagio Tea's link promotion?

Here's the deal, do I have a deal for you.

If you have never ordered from Adagio but would like to give them a try, please leave me a comment. I will send you - with a valid e-mail address - a $5 gift certificate that you can put toward your first order with Adagio. Then after you have your own account started with them, you can do the same thing for others.

This offer only applies to people who haven't ordered from them yet, though.

So just let me know. It's all about the giving. And the fact that if I get 100 points (10 points for each certificate redeemed) we get a gift certificate of our own that we can redeem with them.

What? You thought it was totally about you? Naw, it's partially about me.

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It's not Happy Hour yet, but I thought this might be a good start:

Bacardi 151
Congratulations! You're 144 proof, with specific scores in beer (40) , wine (133), and liquor (121).

All right. No more messing around. Your knowledge of alcohol is so high
that you have drinking and getting plastered down to a science. Sure,
you could get wasted drinking beer, but who needs all those trips to
the bathroom? You head straight for the bar and pick up that which is
most efficient.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
You scored higher than 83% on proof
You scored higher than 87% on beer index
You scored higher than 97% on wine index
You scored higher than 98% on liquor index
Link: The Alcohol Knowledge Test written by hoppersplit on Ok Cupid

Shamelessly whored from Betsy.

Rose typed all this stuff at 9:23 AM | #


Tuesday, March 15, 2005



Tea drinkers unite!

Adagio Tea is running a deal where if you link to their site and tell them about it (there's a page on their page called "Link Rewards") you get a sample of tea in the mail. I have received our sample and I ended up getting a very cool set of sample teas (loose) plus the coolest. teapot. ever.

So I wanted to tell all of you to go ahead and check them out - I'm now going to make an order of great herbal tea! Yay!

S. says the Yunan Jig black tea is teh r0xx0r.

Go now. Get tea.


Betsy has finished her interview! GO now and read!

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Hi all, I'm back.

So my interview questions have been sent out, we'll see as the interviews come trickling in what everyone has to say! Thanks to the folks who chose to participate. I can't wait to read your answers.

Okay, so I guess I should just cut to the chase.

I had kind of a mini-breakdown this weekend. I'm sure it's hormones, as this ol' body has been on the pill for a good 15 years or more, and I'm not quite used to having all these 'mones running rampant throughout my body. It's making me more than a little nutso, at least from time to time, and it all culminated this weekend. I'm not quite ready to blog about it yet... I'll just say that S.'s work schedule coupled with my work schedule coupled with my hormones coupled with some typical day-to-day life bullshit things, culminated in me going completely batshit on Sunday mid-day and it seems the ickyness of it carried right over to Monday. So I spent most of yesterday in bed.

As one of those "blessing and a curse" things as a result, I'm going to be changing up my work hours a little bit. So we'll see how that works out. One of my clients wanted to know if I could start doing my minutes of dictation in the afternoon or evening instead of in the early morning, and since that means I might be able to actually get more done around here that way, I'm going to give it a shot. I figure if I don't start "working" until 2pm or so, maybe even later than that (like early evening after S. has gone to work) I'll be able to do things like get nails done, go to gym, do some shopping, errands, et. al., during the daytime, still have dinner ready to go when it's time for it, **AND** I'll be able to sleep in a little bit and maybe have some quality time with S. when he gets home in the mornings. Then if he starts on swing-shift again (3pm-11pm) come April, which we have our fingers crossed for, then I'll still be able to have some quality time with him during the days instead of feeling like I was always shooing him out of the office so I could work.

It'll get all figured out. Thank you, God/dess, for giving me work where I can adjust my schedule like this without problems.


So. I'm sitting here with a diet pepsi, I have already started the prep for dinner (dirty rice) and am about to take my prenatal vitamin.

That's not a bad thing, right?

No more breakdowns. No more breakdowns. No more breakdowns.

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Monday, March 14, 2005



I think I'm finally getting kind of sick. So I'm going to be interviewing everyone who responded, I haven't forgotten; and I'll post about our weekend and everything else, but I'll have to do it later. Im going to go get S. out of bed so I can crawl into bed and he can take care of some stuff for me while I'm laying down trying to feel better.

Hope you're all having a great Monday!

By the way. Don't forget. Today is.....

STEAK AND A BJ DAY. Give him what he wants, ladies.

Rose typed all this stuff at 8:26 AM | #


Thursday, March 10, 2005



Okay. I am being interviwed by the amazing Donna who was in turn interviewed by someone else, and I volunteered. So this is how it works.

I will answer Donna's five questions, which she has sent me in email. I will answer them as honestly as possible.

Then, if you would like ME to interview YOU, say so in the comments. The first five people will get interviewed by me and will have to in turn post the questions and answers on their OWN blogs, and ask others to be interivewed by them.

Does that makes sense?

It's a chain letter, gang, and a fun one at that. So awayyyyyyyyyyyyy we go:

1. If you could go anywhere on an extended vacation, where would it be and why?
If I personally could go anywhere, I'd have to say there's two places. First of all I would love to spend an extended vacation in Mexico; we could be home-based in Los Barilles where my dad is building his second home, but then we could venture out all over the country seeing the places I haven't seen yet and digging into the food, the culture, and the amazing history. Why? Because I have a special place in my heart for all of Latin America but especially for Mexico. I'm convinced I was an Olmec Indian in another life. I'd like to believe I was a Princess. But who's to say?

2. Before you embraced the Wiccan way of life, did you practice any other religion? What was it?
Okay. First of all, I'm not Wiccan any more, really. I don't try to classify myself, which means I am technically a "solitary/eclectic Pagan" or "neo-Pagan"... I take a lot of things from Wicca because it's where I gained my fledgling Pagan wings, as it were, but I don't follow as much ceremony and structure as most Wiccans do. So. Pagan. Now then. What did I do? I was a born-again Christian. Went to church three times a week. Witnessed to my friends, and told them that they were all going to go to hell if they didn't see things my way. Now right there, I make it sound like it was an awful thing. It wasn't, really, that awful. I just never felt like I belonged. I did not wear my faith as a badge of pride, I wore my faith like a yoke and a burden. I tried, though. Being raised in a Catholic family where we never went to mass or anything, left me without much of a spiritual foundation. My mom's a spiritual person but we didn't "do" religion in my household. So when I branched out and became a "Bible-thumper," my familiy wasn't sure how to react; they ended up being happy I had some kind of faith. Over time, I slowly withdrew from the Church and found myself a Freshman in college exploring the world's religions. I ended up on Paganism, and what was at the time for me, Wicca. I still have a lot of respect for the religion of Christianity; well, for all the world's religions, frankly.

3. Where is your favourite restaurant in the whole world? What do you especially like to eat there?
No-brainer. Sakana Sushi at the corner of McDonald and Hayden in Scottsdale, AZ. Sit at the bar. Ask for Dai to be your sushi chef. Gorge yourself. We always started out with an order of Albacore sashimi, two pices of salmon nigiri and two pices of yellowtail nigiri, to be followed by whatever else looked good that day and/or a special sushi roll. Our favorite was/is the Red Storm. Go now. Eat sushi.

We all know that a baby is possibly in your near future. Right now, this minute, what is your one favourite name for a boy? A girl?
This can be a point of contention in our household. Right now the favourite boy name, upon which we both agree, is Gage. Middle name undetermined. Right now the favourite girl name for ME, which is not agreed upon by S., is Piper. Piper Rose (last name).

Tell me about an especially good time in your life and what made it so special.
Interestingly enough, I would have to say it was the period between September 2004 and December 2004, right after we had moved here to Oklahoma. S. insisted that I take some time off work to "find myself." I had never done that before. Since I was 15 I've held down a job with as many hours as I could possibly handle depending on school and budgets and everything else. I've always worked. I've never not worked. Three years ago I was working one full time day job and THREE part time evening jobs depending on the week. Workaholic. So for me to not work... it was a foreign concept to me. I re-bonded with my dog and my cat. I kept a spotless house. I took care of this little family and made sure dinner was on the table and the laundry was done. I think it was in this time in my life that I convinced myself I could get away with not working, at least not at a real, paying job, because the job of taking care of a family is just as important. I kind of came into my own. It took me almost until I was 35 years old for me to really find some alternate worth in my life besides how much money I could put in the bank. And I believe it truly cemented for me - and for S. - how badly we want to be parents. And just how good at it we could be. That time in my life showed me more changes in how I view the world than possibly any other time in my life to date. And that's a lot of life to be comparing it to. So. With falling in love with being a close second, my first few months here in Oklahoma have got to be one of the best times in my life, particularly because I learned so much about myself, what I want out of my life, and what I'm capable of.

Thanks Donna, for the fabulous questions. I hope the answers were as interesting to read as they were for me to think about. Mwah.

Who wants to be interviewed?

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I freaking love dealing with Mexican people.

Now see, that probably sounds awful. I also love dealing with all Latin or Hispanic people, especially in a tight-knit community, but I lurrrrrrves me some Mexican people.

Why, you may ask, is this coming to the forefront today?


We left the house at like 5:45 to go pick up the truck and when we got back home I realized I would have to clean the kitchen to be able to cook dinner, and that was going to take a while, so we decided to run up the street to the little Mexican joint (the one that used to have Posole on the weekends) to grab a quick bite before American Idol came on. Yes, I know. American Idol. But that's another story.

So we went up there and had a seat and the owner of the place came out to talk to us. We talked to him about his Posole and how amazing it is and how sad we were when he quit making it; he said just what we thought: that the population here isn't that interested in trying new things (S. calls it a Chicken Finger mentality; just about anywhere we go has Chicken Fingers on the menu no matter what kind of cuisine it is, to accommodate those picky palates) so he'd make a huge pot of it on the weekend and end up hardly selling any except to some hard-core 'regulars' like us who loved it. He said if he ever got anyone to *try* it they would order it and eat it, but he couldn't give away enough samples of it w/o cutting into the pot enough that he could sell any more. Sigh.

So we were talking to him about how amazing it was and he said that he liked to do special orders for his customers, and that if we wanted to come in on Saturday and have some Posole soup, he would make sure he put a pot on Saturday morning so he would have it for us. So we have a Posole date.

Then while we were waiting for our (amazing) meals to come out, he brought us a "sample" of something new on the menu; he called it an "authentic Mexican enchilada," and it was exactly that. It was kind of what I'd almost call Veracruzana... you see, in the northern part of Sonora, Mexico, that's where you get what turns into things like Tex-Mex in Texas, and into "Mexican Food" in other parts of the country - with oozy gooey cheese and lots of thick flavorful sauce and you know, that runny gooey oozey kind of Mexican food that everyone knows and loves. But as soon as you get down outside of Sonora and start eating "mexican food," everything is much lighter. The sauces are very flavorful but are very light, not a lot of fat or oil. No gooey drippy shredded melting cheese, because the texture of the cheeses are completely different. So you get wonderful cheese like Cotija and Anejo and they're kind of crumbly and sharp and tangy. And then you get lots and lots of grilled meats and flavorful corn dishes and ... it's just awesome. So these enchiladas were absolutely fabulous and very light and super-flavorful and had a sprinkling of Cotija cheese on them, yum. YUM!

So then we had our great dinner and we were checking out and we were talking to him some more and I mentioned that I love to make Mexican food and I'm just having a hard time finding "real" Mexican ingredients... so he gave me the name of a Mexican market in South Oklahoma City and the name of the owner, and told me to tell them he sent me there. "He's good people to me. He will give you good prices," he said. I did a happy dance all the way to the car. So our weekend is going to be packed full, but maybe the following weekend I can get down there. He said that it's also a carniceria so maybe I'll be able to get some seafood or cuts of meat that would be 'real Mexican meat.' yum.

Then about 9pm I felt like a freaking mack truck hit me. SO I don't know what I'm gonna do. I can't get sick, I have study group on Saturday and lots of work, took on some extra projects this weekend cuz they're gonna pay me out the yangalang. So I just have to do it. Have to.


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Wednesday, March 09, 2005



Shamelessly whored from Robin...

English Genius
You scored 100% Beginner, 93% Intermediate, 93% Advanced, and 77% Expert!
You did so extremely well, even I can't find a word to describe your excellence! You have the uncommon intelligence necessary to understand things that most people don't. You have an extensive vocabulary, and you're not afraid to use it properly! Way to go!

This test tracked 4 variables: How I compared to other people my age and gender:
I scored higher than 55% on Beginner
I scored higher than 22% on Intermediate
I scored higher than 40% on Advanced
I scored higher than 61% on Expert
Link: The Commonly Confused Words Test

In reviewing the answer key, the couple of questions I did miss were because there were two acceptable answers (even if one is less commonly used) and I chose only one, so I got "half credit." Heee!

I lurves me some English language.

Rose typed all this stuff at 7:22 AM | #


Tuesday, March 08, 2005



I'm in ONE OF THSOE MOODS today. Urghghghghghgh.

1) The truck is in the shop for a routine repair, needs a belt and has a small coolant leak. So I'm pissed.

2) S. is still sick. So I'm pissed.

3) The weather is beautiful but cold. So I'm pissed.

4) I got a ton of work today. So I'm pissed. But happy, but pissed.

5) One of my clients is switching over to a new way of dishing out the work which has been working fabulously so far. Except when the server either doesn't let me log in or kicks me the fuck out. You! Rose! How dare you finish another job? Begone!

5a) If the server doesn't let me log in or kicks me the fuck out, please PLEASE do NOT email me telling me that you need me to do even more work.

5b) When I write you back and explain that I work certain hours and if it takes me 2x as long to do the same amount of work because the server is messing up, please PLEASE try to understand that it means in the normal four hours I would work for you, I will get done half the work.

5c) When you write me again and I write you again and explain that not only do I have to deal with my car today, but another client who pays me more than you pay me, who has rush jobs they need done so I can't sit around waiting for your server to fix itself, please PLEASE do not act all dejected and as if I am letting you down, because that's a crock of crap.

5d) Please PLEASE believe me that when the server is working and everything is perfect and it doesn't take me twice as long to do half as much, I will be kicking some serious ass with all the freaking work I'm going to do.

6) I'm hormonal and I want chocolate.

7) Everything rubs me the wrong way.

8) Yes, everything. I've even argued with S. today. Go figure.

9) I just heard from the mechanic, the Rodeo is leaking coolant behind the timing cover. $600. Kaching. Fuck.

So. It's one of those days and it freaking sucks ass.

Now then: Cranberried Jen -- I will take pictures of the balcony. I have two plastic window boxes with drip-trays and they are hanging on the railing of my balcony, mounted with no-screw no-tools-needed balcony rail window box hangers that I got at Home Depot for $7 per pair. Piece of cake. Pictures forthcoming.

I think I need a drink.

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Sunday, March 06, 2005



Okay, so I don't know if Oklahoma is really the southland, but somehow it fits.

The weather here has continued on its up-turn, so S. and I took full advantage of our Spring Fever (and he was taking full advantage of "gotta do something to cheer up my wife, as she's having another mood swing") and we went over to the Home Depot and bought my window boxes. $50 later, come to find out that I truly do not have enough window boxes, and I will probably need at least one more, maybe two more, to be able to plant everything I want to plant. But that's okay. For now, we've got a decent little garden going.

Picked up a lavender plant (because normally lavender will not flower from seed the same year it's planted) that I hope will produce some lovely lavender buds later in the season. Then for seeds, picked up: sage, rosemary, chamomile, oregano, chives, cilantro, and Jalapeno and Anaheim peppers.

Rock on, I've practically got a salsa garden. Wish I could be convinced I could grow tomatoes here, I'd pick up a bigger planter and give it a shot. But oh well.

So, I just finished planting all of them and cleaning off the patio.


We also picked up a little bistro set for the patio, a table and two chairs, that fits perfectly out there. So I'm turning our patio into a nice little place to hang out and chill. Last night, after S. assembled the patio set, we sat out there - him with a cold beer and me with a glass of wine - and talked about how happy we are that we ultimately ended up in these apartments, and how we are truly making our house, our home. A little at a time, but it's gonna happen.

So... since there is nothing interesting to take pictures of right now out there, rest assured that when I start getting some little seedlings popping up here in the next couple of weeks or so, I will gladly take photos and show you our little retreat. Maybe by then I'll have another window box or two, and will also be growing things like strawberries, basil, two or three kinds of mint... it's my personal mission now to find online, seeds for the "good" kinds of mint.. spearmint, chocolate mint, lemon mint... all the fun ones. I love mint tea in the summertime, esp. if I can make it from my own mint.

(I didn't get any mint for these boxes because mint will completely overtake whatever container you plant it in, so I figured I would probably need one box just for mint)

S. isn't feeling well this morning, as a matter of fact he's in bed feeling all yucky and sore all over and nauseous, so I'm going to spend my afternoon making soup out of whatever the hell I have in the fridge since I'm not gonna go to the commissary by myself (I don't want to carry bags of groceries by myself upstairs) and maybe I'll sit out on the patio for a while. I will probably, also, work, since that's something I do when I don't rightly know what the hell else to do with myself.

So. How was YOUR weekend?

Rose typed all this stuff at 11:57 AM | #


Friday, March 04, 2005



Well. Assuming I can get rid of the headache I fucking jinxed myself with when I was talking about how I was doing okay with kicking caffeine, because I am a dumbass, I'm gonna have me some fun tonight.

S. had a staff meeting so he's in to work early. Last week he got home early, but we'll see... he might possibly be home tonight early, too.


I have a DATE!!

You see, I'm gonna pop open a nice bottle of Zinfandel (or have a cocktail, I haven't rightly decided which), make sure I have had a nice relaxing bath and something to eat, get in my fluffy jammies, and hang out with a couple of awesome chicks for an evening of fun, insight, and hopefully them also partaking in a glass of vino.

I'm just glad they invited me along. Thanks, girls!

Rose typed all this stuff at 4:49 PM | #




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So! First I'll be confused. Then I'll learn. Then I'll have a family. Then I'll go a little nutso. And then I'll still have love.

Sounds like a plan to me.


So, day two of this "work on demand plan" has worked out FAMOUSLY. Worked for a couple of hours for one client, got 3 rushes for another... stopped working for one, did the rushes, ended up having about a $120.00 day today, if I don't do any more work.

And that, as they say, is how we do that.

So now it's 1:10. I have a couple of loads of laundry in. S. has to get up at 2:00. I've had lunch and watched The People's Court and got my groove on to Judge Marilyn. The dog has been walked once already. I was thinking about going up and getting a manicure, but perhaps I'll just wait and do that on the weekend, or maybe even on Monday. Shit son, I feel practically like a Lady of Leisure right now.

This new work arrangement is EXACTLY WHAT I NEEDED.

I'm also now on day... hm, two? Day two with no caffeine. I had ginger ale if I wanted soda, I had milk when I wanted coffee... so I'm not caffeinated. I have a little bit of a headache, but that's easily handled.

My friend Lauri mentioned "the last time I gave up caffeine" - it was many years ago, Grasshopper. But I was a stupid, stupid girl.

I wasn't a coffee drinker, but I was a wicked mad Diet Pepsi drinker. So it would go like this:

Get up. Walk to the kitchen. Crack open a can of DP. Take shower, get dressed for work, grab another can of DP on my way out the door. Get to work (temping at a hospital) and go straight to the cafeteria and get a GYNORMOUS like, 44-ounce Diet Pepsi with ice. Take it back to my desk. Kill that before lunch. At lunch, get another 44-oz DP. Finish that before I went home. The minute I walked in the door at home I grabbed a DP and I would drink them constantly until I went to bed.

That's a shitload of soda, y'all.

(Gah, I just had a funny memory of the recent George Lopez special I saw on Comedy Central... Fountain Drink. Fountain Drink es SODA? Es SODA? Porque me dijo Fountain Drink?)

So anyways, I was talking with one of the nurses at the hospital that worked in the office with me and she mentioned, casually, that perhaps drinking THAT MUCH soda wasn't a good thing, and that I should cut back. So being the perky 23 year old take-the-world-by-the-horns I was, I went ahead and quit drinking soda all together. Within two days I had CRIPPLING headaches and could hardly function. In a conversation with the same nurse, she sheepishly suggested perhaps I should have cut back my consumption by half instead of going "cold turkey." So I have never ventured to give up caffeine again. Until now.

I think I'm doing pretty well.


I think Spring has Sprung around here. For most of the morning, the maintenance guy was out on the pool deck vacuuming the pool. It is now CRYSTAL BLUE and PERFECT, and if it wasn't only 65 degrees (and I'm sure the water is colder than that) I'd probably go down and dangle my feet. It's GORGEOUS. And neither one of us, neither me nor S., can wait to be able to get in it. The spa should also be up-and-running some time soon. Can't wait, can't wait, can't wait. We got an apartment near the pool for a reason, peeps. I want me some hot jazuzzi lovin'.

They're also supposed to finish up a sunning area with misters, and I think our cooldeck needs a little bit of work (there are some places that don't have the top coat on it yet) but aside from that, it's starting to look a little bit springy around here.

No buds on the trees that I can see, but even Boomer had some pep in his step when we went out for the first walk this morning. Can't wait til it starts looking a smidge greener. I'm going to get some windowboxes to grow a garden on the balcony, and we're also talking about getting a little bistro set so we can sit outside and enjoy our... sigh... what would-have-been our coffee, but will now be S.'s coffee, and my herbal tea.

Gonna grow me a kitchen garden with some herbs, and maybe some hot peppers or something.

I'm running out of shit to say now, so I'm just gonna scamper off and do some more "spring cleaning." Yay, me!

And here's wishing that ALL of you are having as fabulous of a day as I am. Mwah!

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


Thursday, March 03, 2005



Well let me tell you what. It's a brand new freaking day in the world today, and things are happening.

Good things.

First of all, I overslept this morning which was JOYFULLY accepted. S. woke me up when he got home at about 6:30am, which is later than I'm normally snoozing. So, I didn't get started on my "regular work" until about 7:30, but that's okay too.

One of my clients has switched to a "work on demand" system instead of them sending me out the work they'd like me to do for the day, which allows me to work as much as I want to, when I want to. I only had work for them to do today, which left me with a great deal of flexibility.

First, I worked until about 11:30am. Then, I sent to Curves and got weighed and measured. I lost another inch and a half, or something, I've got to go get my paperwork and update the sidebar. Then I did my workout.

I haven't been particularly "regular" with my workouts. A lot of that seems to be due to my insane work ethic and this concept I hold in my head that if I'm not working, I'm worthless. That's something I'm going to have to change. S. even sat me down and gave me a lecture the other day about that, when we decided to move into the world of "people who aren't trying to NOT get pregnant." He pointed out that there will undoubtedly be days that I can't work or won't want to work, and that I have to understand that being a mom, even an expectant mom, is a very important job and if that job outweighs the bringing-home-the-bacon job, then I just have to learn to deal with it and not beat myself up. Bonus points for the hubby. So, this whole 'transition' thing with one of my clients worked out great. BECAUSE...

... now I figure I can do what I did today. Work until noonish, go work out, and man did I feel FABULOUS after my mid-day workout and felt like the WHOLE DAY was still ahead of me!! w00t!

Then, I went to the commissary to pick up a couple quick things for tonight's dinner, and came home and actually started my stew at about 1:30pm. A stew that deserved to cook all day basically got to cook well, half a day, but it was still fabulous.

Then, I woke S. up at 2pm, and had a great talk with him, and we actually got to HANG OUT TOGETHER this afternoon instead of me feeling like I was either "behind on work" or "needed to work more" or stressing about work. I just had this odd calm about me. Which was awesome.

My dad even called me and chatted with me for a while today, apologizing for missing my birthday and asking me all kinds of questions about my life, and my work, and Oklahoma, and my husband, and everything. We had a particularly nice talk about my workouts and the gym, since my dad has kind of "turned a corner" on his health and is now working out every day. So that, actually, was great.

Then, I got to take the time to actually artfully present S.'s dinner to him in the tupperware I was sending off to work with him, and set up a whole separate tupperware full of garnishes, and stuff like that, AND I got to watch some trashy court daytime TV, which was awesome.

AND now, I am here in my office, and S. has gone off to work, and I'm not hungry for dinner yet, and I am logged in to the server! And I am working! Because I want to, not because I feel like I have to or I'm going to kill myself if I don't. And I'm going to work for a while, until The Apprentice comes on, and then I'm gonna stop, go pour myself a glass of wine (while I can still have a drink every now and then) and go watch my trashy NIGHTTIME television.

I feel liberated. I don't know if I can explain it. Yes, I want to work a lot still, and yes, I'd like to make $100 a day, and yes, yes, and yes. But I also want to be a mom. So I have to start trimming the stress out of my life. Having this ability to work when I want as much as I want and not feel like I'm letting someone down for some reason if I don't work "enough" is going to be fantabulous. Plus it will free me up for other projects if I want to work on something else from another client.

I'm thrilled.

Thrilled, I tell you! THRILLED!

Rose typed all this stuff at 6:16 PM | #


Wednesday, March 02, 2005



Man oh man, did yoga kick. my. ass.

Let me put that another way. Yoga is HARD, yo!

The lovely Non-Blogging Kay and I go to yoga on the base on Tuesday nights. And she's been doing it for a lot longer than I have (this was about my 4th time) so she's very encouraging, and is kind to me. But the fact of the matter is, I feel like an elephant with vertigo in Yoga class. Not that I'm going to let it get the best of me, I certainly am not; I like how I feel when I'm done there, all stretched out and relaxed and kind of gangly... and then the next day I'm sore in places I didn't even know I had. That makes me know that my muscles are working.

And you know, the fact of the matter is I think I can do more right now than I could weeks ago when I started. So I think my strength is improving. I just want to focus on getting the "flow" better, and working on my balance more.

Which leads me to a little anecdote.

I'm not a small girl by any stretch of the imagination. That's why I'm working on losing weight and inches and getting healthier and stronger. I'm not uncomfortable in Yoga because there are some other women my size there, so I don't feel like a pumpkin in a field of string beans. Bonus.

There's one lady in particular that I have been watching. And I want you all to hear my heart when I say this, because I don't mean it in a derrogatory way, but I don't know any other way to describe her.

She's got saddlebags.

Let me clarify.

When you look at me, I'm kind of hourglass-shaped. If my rack wasn't so gynormous, I'd say I was almost pear-shaped. I have a decent waist, and a full booty, with thighs to match. I'm sure when I sit on the floor during yoga, from the back I do look quite a bit like a pear. Or an eggplant. C'mon, you know what I mean.

So this lady, she's shaped like... well, kind of like a puddle. Or a pillow. When she sits on the mat, her butt and her thighs just kind of melt and spread out. Like a melted ice cream cone that fell on the sidewalk, cone-up. She's about my size overall, but she carries a lot of her weight in her sides of her thighs and her hips, and the back of her butt. So when she sits down she just kind of... spreads.

And here's the thing about this amazing woman. She is kick-ass at yoga. Oh my god, I can't even believe it. She can bend herself completely over and crunch her shit up and reach her toes and do the Down Dog and all the stretches that I can't quite do. Where my gut gets in the way of my "forward fold," she just bends herself in half like she's closing a book. I'm amazed. She can stick one leg way out and lay her other half all the way over, where I can only go part way because ow, it hurts, and I'm a wuss, ow.

As a result, I'm like, wow, if this lady can have such flexibility and stability and balance and obvious strength in different parts of her body, then I'm sure I can too. I'm sure I'm going to have to keep watching her. I've just never seen anyone shaped like that be able to do those things. It's pretty incredible. SO now I am inspired by Non-Blogging Kay and I am also inspired by... saddlebag lady. I'm sure she has a name. Maybe some day I'll learn it.

Anyway, because I am not as strong as my yoga companions, I am shuffling around here today like I'm 80 years old. It hurts, but baby it hurts so good!

And verily, this week begins the big push on my health and wellness plan. I was reading over at Donna's about her plan, and it made surprisingly good sense. I actually had to say that it's right in line with my plan. Except I am going to take it one step further now. So instead of continuing to eat right, losing weight, losing inches, and exercising, now I'm going to try to give up caffeine.

Yes, you read that right.

I'm going to try to give up caffeine. I don't know how successful I'll be at it right off the bat, since I am not really a morning person but manage to do most of my work in the morning... but I'm going to have to give it a shot. That means I'll have to go from a pot of coffee a day to zero... or a pot of caffeinated coffee to a pot of decaf, or something like that. I'll also have to cut back on my sodas.

I figure it's the least I can do, since S. and I decided I'm not going to go back on The Pill after my visit from Aunt Flo this month.

I'm sorry, was that my outside voice?

Rose typed all this stuff at 10:43 AM | #


Tuesday, March 01, 2005



Or I DID, anyway, yesterday.

I've just been kind of a raving wreck for the last few days. I think I'm on the PMS Train! Choo! Choo! But, I also feel like it's carting my sanity out of town faster than a speeding bullet.

Don't get me wrong, we have also been under various amounts of "other pressure" lately which I'm sure are starting to take their toll. I'm just sick of the pressure and wish things would start to equalize.

S. has had all kinds of issues at work for some reason, culminating in them telling him (and it turns out, many others) that his official records didn't show us as being married (what the fuck?!) and that he'd have to go down and "prove" that we are married so we can continue to receive our married housing benefit. There have been other glitches, financial and non-, lately, too. So he gets to Finance and they tell him everything's fine, go to Personnel.. so he goes to Personnel and they print everything out, show him that IT FUCKING SHOWS THAT WE ARE FUCKING MARRIED, and thanks him for coming down to "confirm" it. Nowhere did it say that we weren't married. Piss piss.

So then he took the car up to the dealer for an oil change and came home with $150.00 of shit that had to be done to it plus a "warning" that a couple other things are probably going to need to be done eventually totaling about $800.

Then he came home and had to call our old base becuase of one of the financial glitches, and the finance people can't seem to give us the same story week to week. First they say it's something that happened in 1999, then they say it was 2002, first they say it's this, then they say it's that. Either way, it's not getting worked out and it's starting to affect our bottom line, and I'm getting hella pissed off.

That's about the time I started to get blasted evil fucking migraine headache from hell, and went and laid down for a couple of hours. HOURS. S. woke me up just before 5pm and I woke up raring to talk about the finance issue again, which was just the wrong conversation to be having; my headache flared back up, S. got pissed off and went to the other side of the house, and I ended up taking a shower to try to get myself sorted out. Money is probably the #1 thing married couples fight about... as we rarely argue, and as we really aren't having any "money problems," it pains me when we argue about something as trivial and temporary as money.

But it ticks me off. And my brain starts racing. We want to have a baby, I want to be able to save my income, if we have to use some of my income to just get us through the month then we aren't doing a very good job of saving, even though it's all through these unforeseen circumstances that are totally a part of life and not because we are "extravagant." But then I start to get more and more pissed.

It culminated with me sitting on the bench seat in the entryway putting on my shoes and sobbing uncontrollably into a Kleenex about how I'm getting older and I just want to feel stability and don't you realize how this or that or the other thing makes me feel and goddammit why does it have to be like this... a real snorting, blubbering piece of work was I.

Every now and again, I need to go through something like that. I think it gives me a little bit of perspective and helps me see what's truly going on.

But it doesn't change the fact that S. goes back on overnights starting tonight at 6pm, and I'm supposed to go to Yoga tonight and have a headache and cramps but I'm going to make myself go anyway, and I missed American Idol last night, and I have a lot of work to get done today, and S. is still sleeping cuz he stayed up til 4am so he could sleep the day away so he could get up and go to work, and... and... and...

I'm just frustrated and angry. Hormones, gotta love 'em. Our life is fine, and if not for a couple of pains-in-the-ass, I would probably feel like a Stepford Wife. I just have to loosen up. Wasn't that one of my 35-year resolutions? To loosen up?

C'mon, Rosie. Get a grip.

Rose typed all this stuff at 7:00 AM | #


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