tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79686370024779371392024-03-13T19:47:55.810-04:00 MsElenaeous Rants & RavesElena DeRosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070488432007287857noreply@blogger.comBlogger769125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968637002477937139.post-82505178006948793072020-04-21T12:40:00.001-04:002020-04-21T12:40:53.150-04:00Sunday Nu ScamI'm out $160.00 and all I got to show for it is this blog post, oh, and one ounce worth of crappy face cream, the reason I'm out $160.00! Yes, I'm a dope and I'm writing this post so that you don't become a dope too.
I made a couple of mistakes. I fell for one of the biggest scams there is, the free trial, only pay shipping cost one. I believed all the reviews. I bought something off of FacebookElena DeRosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070488432007287857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968637002477937139.post-32349937307898670852020-03-05T12:47:00.000-05:002020-03-05T12:47:26.307-05:00Virginia State Inspections Stay
With apologies to all those drivers who came into the shop in December and January to have their vehicles inspected saying, "this will be the last time I have to do this!" I am sorry to inform you that HB130 and SB125 which would have eliminated state inspections in Virginia did not pass. I am happy to inform the citizens of Virginia, and all drivers who drive through Virginia, that HB130 andElena DeRosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070488432007287857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968637002477937139.post-23304242326258705972020-02-17T08:42:00.001-05:002020-02-17T08:42:48.345-05:00Virginia Laws By Loons
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Nary a day goes by without me seeing a post somewhere on the internet, a text on my phone, or a phone call from someone asking what the heck is going on in Virginia. I'm assuming they're reading about the Elena DeRosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070488432007287857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968637002477937139.post-39547632922384860722020-01-29T16:35:00.003-05:002020-01-29T16:35:59.355-05:00Virginia is for Tyrants
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From Merriam Webster - Definition of tyranny
1: oppressive power
every form of tyranny over the mind of man
— Thomas Jefferson
especially : oppressive power exerted by government
the tyranny of a Elena DeRosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070488432007287857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968637002477937139.post-53377195946282976222018-12-22T11:31:00.000-05:002018-12-22T11:31:23.766-05:00Christmas Cookies - Italian Sesame Seeded
Last year was the first year I found a recipe for a sesame cookie that had the consistency, taste, and aroma of an Italian Brooklyn bakery's cookie. It must have the right weight and aftertaste to be able to dunk in a cup of coffee. Besides a bagel, or a crumb bun, or a pastry, or a chunk of buttered Italian bread, a sesame seeded cookie is one of my favorite Brooklyn breakfast's.
The Elena DeRosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070488432007287857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968637002477937139.post-47074395335214408322018-12-19T16:09:00.001-05:002018-12-19T16:09:41.437-05:00Christmas Cookies - Robert Weinstein's Night Before the Diet Bars
Today's Christmas Cookie recipe isn't so much a cookie as it is a "bar." This is the first time I baked them and this recipe comes from The New York Cookbook. Honestly, even though they did taste better the next day with this afternoon's spot of tea, I'm not such a fan of them. I feel like something's lacking, however, the boys really liked them, and that's all right with me.
As I was just Elena DeRosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070488432007287857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968637002477937139.post-10381463514507170682018-12-16T14:37:00.003-05:002018-12-16T14:37:46.724-05:00Christmas Cookies - VenetiansThe second Italian cookie recipe I'd like to share is for the ever popular Venetians, or 7-layers, or Rainbow cookies...whichever you want to call them. Up in Brooklyn in the Italian bakeries you can find these delicacies for a pretty steep price per pound. They are so worth it! Locally, here in Roanoke I've tasted three different place's version and although they looked nice they didn't taste Elena DeRosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070488432007287857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968637002477937139.post-85401806129062737402018-12-15T12:20:00.001-05:002018-12-15T12:20:19.625-05:00Christmas Cookies - Italian Jelly Filled Butter CookiesI love baking. I love baking cakes. I love baking loaves. I love baking cookies the best. Baking is different than cooking, which I also love, but whereby cooking usually means sticking precisely to a recipe, I do a lot of baking not only by recipe, but by eye, feelings, textures, smells, hunches, etc. Sometimes it works, sometimes it goes horribly wrong, but usually baking affords more Elena DeRosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070488432007287857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968637002477937139.post-79630491304814213812018-09-17T17:42:00.001-04:002018-09-17T17:42:53.064-04:00Atlantic City AngelI was supposed to spend last week up in Brooklyn after spending two days in Atlantic City. Every once in a while I'll get an email from a casino offering me a free room...well, "free" is subjective as by the time you add up all the fees associated with said "free" room the least it will run you is $32 a night, which is still way cheaper than the what could be hundreds of dollars a night.
So Elena DeRosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070488432007287857noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968637002477937139.post-54093691979063344332018-06-20T14:51:00.000-04:002018-06-20T14:51:23.466-04:00The Outer Banks My dream is to one day own a house at the beach. Lounging on the shore, reading a book while hearing the waves as they crash, feeling the surf spray on my sun-burned body, smelling the brine of the ocean and hearing birds caw in the background is my idea of bliss.
If I had a job that provided a pension and health insurance that I could retire from I would have a long time ago. Elena DeRosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070488432007287857noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968637002477937139.post-48207323783765536822018-02-09T12:07:00.000-05:002018-02-09T12:07:18.624-05:0023andWho???I was the first in my family to have my DNA tested through 23andMe. I'm sure most of you know what that is but for those who do not, it's a company that will tell you where your ancestors come from, how much percentage you carry of different countries your ancestors hailed from, a timeline of when they first show up, and more importantly to me, are the health reports that they generate. The kit Elena DeRosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070488432007287857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968637002477937139.post-55132187155075767202018-02-04T14:58:00.001-05:002018-02-04T15:03:02.276-05:00Ice in RoanokeIce looks beautiful, but it's pretty treacherous out there if you have to walk or drive in it. There's also a good chance I'm going to lose electricity when the heavy branches topple an electric wire somewhere down the line. Here's some shots from the comfort of my driveway and back patio.
Elena DeRosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070488432007287857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968637002477937139.post-45845902922277025242018-01-23T14:23:00.000-05:002018-01-23T14:23:46.704-05:00Sleep Paralysis Or????
With her misplaced anger, inexplicable attitude, and trash bags of possessions she pulled behind her when the girl suddenly decided to abandon this household, I secretly hoped she also took our spirits with her.
I don’t know if it was the black black-out curtains, or the hostile mood lingering in the room, but I felt it was necessary for me to do a cleansing of sorts - not just ofElena DeRosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070488432007287857noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968637002477937139.post-56523113853433105472017-09-12T14:42:00.005-04:002017-09-12T14:42:36.834-04:00Lake GeorgeSome of the best vacations I've had have been ones that had little or no planning, ones where I just got in a car armed with road maps, AAA tour books, a suitcase, a cooler, with a sorta destination planned, and hit the road. Last month my husband and I decided to do just that and we found ourselves in upstate New York in the Lake George region.
The Village of Lake George
During the summers Elena DeRosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070488432007287857noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968637002477937139.post-8832316716903711562017-07-12T17:16:00.001-04:002017-07-12T17:16:53.152-04:00If West Side Story Was RemadeLast night we were watching one of my favorite musicals West Side Story when I remarked to my husband if more gangs danced we'd have less crime, and I think the art of snapping needs to be brought back too. I'm a big snapper...from keeping time when dancing, to my past of alerting an editor where a cut needs to be me made, I snap. It's got a cool beatnik vibe, doesn't it?
Anyhow...this was the Elena DeRosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070488432007287857noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968637002477937139.post-51881296157965630902017-04-24T15:12:00.000-04:002017-04-24T15:12:04.266-04:00Dear Southern Girls,
All I can do is utter, "What a damn shame" as I watch the treatment, or lack thereof, my husband's 85 year old friend is experiencing from his family, specifically from his grown daughters, so I thought a brief letter to them was in order...
Dear southern girls, I guess your dad's no longer needed as your children are old enough now not to be babysat by him like he used to do at the drop of Elena DeRosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070488432007287857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968637002477937139.post-37047384085539113822017-04-22T14:40:00.000-04:002017-04-22T14:40:40.140-04:00For Earth Day...The Front YardFor Earth Day...Azalea, Camellia, Lily of the Valley, Dogwood, & a Bumble Bee
Elena DeRosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070488432007287857noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968637002477937139.post-76522675604099000422017-02-06T10:59:00.001-05:002017-02-06T10:59:41.712-05:00Why Wait Until Valentine's Day To Break Up?
When I was younger, much younger, single even, you know, back--way way back-- in the day, Valentine's Day was such a desperate day. It brought out the best and worst of people and businesses. It still does. All the jewelry stores, florists, and restaurants up their prices...supply and demand. Basically it means paying extra for those same shitty roses that were half-priced a month ago, or theElena DeRosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070488432007287857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968637002477937139.post-24143110846556644542016-10-31T10:13:00.000-04:002016-10-31T10:13:01.785-04:00Autumn on Mill Mountain in RoanokeIt was such a gorgeous weekend in Roanoke. Here are some pictures taken from atop Mill Mountain and then in downtown Roanoke...enjoy this wonderful weather while it lasts!
Elena DeRosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070488432007287857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968637002477937139.post-11021308479391965342016-10-24T09:06:00.000-04:002016-10-24T09:06:32.699-04:00Who Polices the Police?This last couple of month's my life has been consumed with the twin C's, neither subject I'm particularly fond of having to deal with...cops and cancer...both subjects out of my control, yet both topics important to not just me, but society as a whole, which just cannot be ignored.
Today I'm back on the cop topic as I have additional information regarding the original July 23, 2016 incident we Elena DeRosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070488432007287857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968637002477937139.post-79861119329764837472016-10-18T11:46:00.001-04:002016-10-18T11:46:18.404-04:00Cancer, Get Thee Behind Me...So when I last left you I had blogged about my mom coming to me in a dream sparking my not canceling a gynecological appointment...this is the post: "Listen To Your Dead Relatives."
Since that post things have been a whirlwind to say the least. I saw the gynecological oncologist the first week of September. From there I underwent pre-testing for surgery to take place on October 13th. I was very Elena DeRosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070488432007287857noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968637002477937139.post-18269693438164681912016-09-23T11:08:00.000-04:002016-09-23T11:08:03.855-04:00Listen to Your Dead RelativesWhen I was younger my mother and I did not have a good relationship. It got better once I had kids, but I still never felt as close to her as I did to my father. I pretty much never listened to anything she said as I felt she was there<...and I was...>here. If she ever said "I love you" to me I don't remember hearing it. The last time I remember saying it to her was when she was on her Elena DeRosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070488432007287857noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968637002477937139.post-22283167266819611112016-09-07T17:45:00.000-04:002016-09-07T17:45:17.068-04:00Podcast #2 - Give 'em RopePodcast #2 is all about a four letter word...no, not that one!
Elena DeRosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070488432007287857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968637002477937139.post-38611601896237151822016-09-03T16:37:00.004-04:002016-09-03T16:37:35.603-04:00Podcast 1 - Interacting with the PoliceOk, so I've been threatening to Podcast for a while now...tried a couple of microphones and they all stunk, so before I go spending $$$ on something I may get bored of I figured I'd just use the microphone in my laptop. I used GarageBand to record it, and that was a learning curve which I still haven't mastered. As if actually figuring out how to create a podcast wasn't hard enough, once I Elena DeRosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070488432007287857noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7968637002477937139.post-42881482410936083902016-08-16T12:46:00.000-04:002016-10-24T09:23:53.064-04:00"The Incident" Follow-UpIt's been over three weeks since "the incident" happened with the Roanoke County Police coming to my home shortly before midnight and holding my husband and I at gunpoint. As my friends, family, and readers know they came to the wrong address, never identified themselves as police banging on my door, frisked us, and held us at gunpoint until I informed them where they were (the wrong address) andElena DeRosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11070488432007287857noreply@blogger.com4