Monday, September 30, 2013

Scents and Sensibility

Let's talk about fragrances. Perfume, bathroom sprays, and the now popular Glade scent dispensers. I hate them all. Who wants their room to smell like something specific (besides a fabulous dinner cooking with lots of garlic and onion and bacon?) All it does is remind me of a bathroom where someone has done something they wish to cover up so they spray the fragrance. ICK.

I hate the commercials, too. You walk by the dispenser, and it automatically squirts a stream of roses and vanilla beans into the air, which dance around and all of a sudden the room is clean, redecorated, and everyone is having a good time. Really? If I defile my room with your scent, then it's clean, I get a new sofa, and my kids are happy? Aren't you stretching the bounds of truth in advertising just a bit?

I also hate perfume. Yes, I used to wear it. When I was younger and didn't know how many people are allergic to it and what it can do to someone with asthma (or as we now know, vocal chord dysfunction.) (If you want to hear me whine about my health instead of scents, there are plenty of stories...and a search box. I do also have stories without whining.) Perfume makes me gag, not be able to breathe well, and irritates me because people wear such horrid scents, like “grandmas' house which hasn't been cleaned in a while but when she did, she found an old bottle of perfume, long since gone rancid”.

I end up wearing those scents, as well. Hug the wrong person at church and you will smell like their perfume for the rest of the day, unless of course you completely change clothes and wash your hair. There's bad cologne rampant out there, too. Hug the wrong man and woman on the same day and you'll be heading to the shower as soon as you get home. Yes, our church is full of huggers. If it weren't for the scent thing, I'd rather like it. It's better than shaking hands, which hurts my fused wrist. (Yes, you can read about that too. A lot about it.)

I do know of a place you can go where there is a “no scents allowed policy”. When I was spending so much time at National Jewish Health, we had to adhere to guidelines which allowed no lotion, perfume, deodorant, “or scents of any kind.” It was a rather refreshing place to be, well, if you don't count all the tubes shoved in uncomfortable places and other torturous tests. So while the air was clear and nice, what happened there wasn't, so it's not like I'm recommending you seek it out.

So what do you think about the rampant need to change the smell of everything? Do you wear perfume or cologne?


~Tina, who prefers the smell of a sidewalk after rain, but does admit that Colorado really doesn't need any more rain at this time...

Friday, September 27, 2013

Tied Up in Bed

Have you ever been tied up in bed? Wait...I didn't really mean it that way. I mean, I WAS trying to get your attention, but I'm not an adults-only blog. What I'm trying to say is: have you ever been tethered in bed by so much medical equipment that you can't really move so sleeping is elusive?

That happens in hospitals, of course. IV, blood pressure cuff, blood ox monitor, those impossibly sticky things with buttons on them for the heart monitor wires to be connected, maybe you're even on oxygen. That scenario describes me last time I was hospitalized.

IF you can sleep (given enough drugs to counteract the other strong drugs that make you hyper like crazy) then you still have to deal with them coming to check your vitals every half hour. Um, aren't you CONSTANTLY checking my vitals with all that equipment? Oh, you have to make patient contact. In the middle of the night. Thanks. Maybe you manage to go back to sleep for (at most half an hour) but you're still all hooked up and those cords and cuffs (might as well be handcuffs...) (nope, still not an adults-only blog) don't make it easy to find a comfortable position. It's maddening, especially since they tell you to “get lots of rest so you can heal.” Maybe if they cooperated...

I had to be tethered last night. I of course always have the ever so comfortable CPAP and its hose, which I have to tuck in just the right way behind my pillow so that I'm not strangled if I roll over. In addition, they need ANOTHER, as in I've been through this particular torture before, overnight oxygen study.

This means I have to have that clippy thing on my finger, which is attached to a box (supposed to be attached) that records the data. To get the clippy thing to stay on my finger, I have to wrap my hand with that self-sticking athletic tape-stuff. So there I am, connected to a hose connected to a machine on my bedside table, and my hand connected to another machine which is quite heavy so I put it under my pillow so it won't slide off the bed, make a big clunk, pull the clippy thing off my finger, and wake me up.

Forget rolling over. I'd have to loosen the pillow's grip on the hose, pick up the box, find a new place for it, re-tuck the CPAP hose, and try to find a comfortable spot for my hand, within reach of the box (about 10 inches). Not worth the trouble. So I make myself semi-comfortable, and will myself to both sleep and not move.

Doesn't work. I wake up around 3 am for a bathroom break and go to pick up the box to bring it with me (easier than having to re-wrap my hand, which I needed help for) but I can't find the box. Clippy thing still attached...but no box. I search. Still no box. I abandon search because I realize that they need at least 6 hours of data, and when I went to bed I was going to barely make it. Now I have no idea how long I've been unplugged, so the 6 hours is out. I'm mad. All that for nothing.

(clippy thing, cord, self-sticking athletic tape-stuff, still no box, I'd need to turn on the light and that would wake up The Engineer who is STILL sleeping, not that I resent that or anything...)


It also means that I get to do all of this again, tonight. If I can find the darn box...

Gots any good medical stories for me? Been tethered? How's your night-time blood oxygen?


~Tina

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Does Your Palate Have Perfect Pitch?

How would you do in a blind taste testing? The sensory-deprivation (no sight or sound) taste testing during Hell's Kitchen (um, a cooking competition show I enjoy) is one of my favorite challenges. I'm not sure how well I'd do blind-folded, sound canceling head-phones on, being spoon-fed unknown substances, but when OYT and The Engineer wanted “real maple syrup”, I thought I'd see how tuned their palates were.

Perfect pitch refers to the ability to hear a musical note and identify what it is. “Hmm...that feedback is an A-sharp”. Or if you're trying out for choir and they say, “Sing a high-C” can you do it? (I for one cannot. I can tell you if you did it wrong, but I cannot carry a tune if you put it in the basket, strapped the basket to my back, and then gave me a jet-pack...yet I'm cursed with the ability to hear my LACK of ability, and that of others. But I digress...) The Engineer has what I, in my word-nerd mathematical-analogy-ridden brain have come to refer as a perfect-pitch palate.

He can taste a dish at a restaurant and tell you what spices were used, then replicate the dish at home fairly accurately. He doesn't do this nearly enough, and not in a long time, but it's an amazing skill, and again, one I do not have. I can follow a recipe. Very well. But I still need to know what's in it.

I decided that when I put the $11.99 syrup (for 12 ounces) in my cart, instead of the $2.99 version (for 24 ounces) that I would put them to the test to see if it was worth 8x as much. (See! Useful math!) (Which I will explain at the end of the post for you unfortunate souls who got stuck with bad math teachers...)




I put a little bit of each kind on spoons (we had some of the cheap stuff still left at home). They made the mistake of tasting with their eyes first. One kind was very thick and rich looking, the other lighter and runnier. They both declared the cheap, high fructose corn syrup laden artificially flavored syrup much better. Creamier, fruitier flavor, much more pleasant than the slightly woody, thinner stuff.

They were not happy when they realized I had fooled them. OYT, ever the trying-to-please child, said, “Well thanks for the special treat, Mom, but you don't have to buy it again.” And put the cheap stuff on two out of three waffles. The Engineer decided to have eggs instead.

How perfect is your palate? Do you buy real maple syrup? Am I a cruel mom? Do tell...

~Tina


P.S One way to solve the problem is to make both syrup bottles the same size, so the 12 oz for $12 becomes 24 ounces for $24 dollars (double the size, double the price). Now you can compare $24 for 24 ounces versus $3 for 24 ounces. 3X8=24. It's 8 times as expensive.

Monday, September 23, 2013

A Little Bit of Whimsy and a Whole Lotta Fun!

Have you ever fancied yourself an artist, if you only had the chance? Have you ever wanted to take lessons? Do you like to hang out and drink with your friends? If it's even one “yes” then you need to try “Paint and Sip”

This brilliant concept comes from Whimsy Paint and Sip Art Studio.  There are other ways to enjoy their facilities: open studio (come use their supplies, for a fee, paint what you want), kids' classes, and of course, the ever popular Paint and Sip sessions.

I've been twice now and I'm really learning some cool techniques. Everything is already set up for you when you arrive, you just have to show your ID and pick a seat (reservations required). Next you head for the bar! Prices are completely reasonable, and they have quite the selection of non-alcoholic but special drinks, too.

We start with a group toast, and then the teacher begins taking us through the steps of the painting. Very calmly she explains that you just “go for it” and “we can fix most things”. Leaving you to complete just that one step, and let it dry, she cranks up the music (the old rock favorites of the 70s and 80s along with some contemporary music) and then wanders the room answering questions. There are about 35 students, so it's not hard to get her attention if you want help.

So you're painting, and drinking, and giggling with your friends, and watching an actual painting come to life before your eyes. Dancing in your seat, singing along to the music, you realize you CAN make some of the clouds look for away and some near. You learn how to mix paint, how to use the white to your advantage, when your brush should be wet and when it should be drier.

Of course you're not a perfect artist on the first try. The wheat grass still confounds me, though the instructor admitted some ten year old must have rammed my tiny brush into the bottom of the glass and brought me a new one. Helped a lot, but fixing the wheat grass wasn't really an option since I liked my mountains so much.

We (my Swissie and my friend) picked our class not just for scheduling convenience, but for which painting they were featuring. Swissie, who is now a five-time veteran decided to go for the option of painting something else that she liked -their walls are covered with samples from previous classes. That's really nice in another way, too. Scattered around the room they have several versions of the “same” painting so that you can see the variety and non-conformity. Creativity and personal choice is highly encouraged.

I don't know if they have something like this in your area, but I sure hope you do. I've linked their website , and this is their facebookpage. With your permission, they take pictures of you while you're painting and as you're walking out the door with your finished masterpiece. Then you're on fb on their page! Almost famous and all that...(no, as of 6:30 this morning, our pictures weren't up yet.)


As you can see by our grins, a good time was had by all!


Friday, September 20, 2013

And The Rain Came Down (But The Sun Came Out)

And the rain came down
everything was hell
never saw that it was coming
no one rang the warning bell

And the rain came down
in torrents and in sheets
chocolate muddy water
filled up all the streets

And the rain came down
washed away the homes
the rivers left their banks
and found new ways to roam

And the rain came down
neighborhoods were gone
so many people stranded
livestock left without a barn

And the rain came down
flooded streets were closed
the destruction so massive
no one had supposed

And the rain is gone
streets are drying up
people helping people
things are looking up

And the sun came out
drying all the mud
but lots of clean up left
from this massive flood

I've had the chorus to that Travelling Wilburys' song (Tweeter and the Monkey Man) stuck in my head for over a week. The chorus goes:

And the walls came down 
all the way to hell
Never saw them when they're standing
Never saw them when they fell

The poem kinda comes from there.

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Book promotion week continues...today I'm helping Hart Johnson of Confessions of a Watery Tart (a not-to-be-missed hiLARious blog) promote her latest series. Click on her blog link for all the details.





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Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Flood Update

Since I published two posts on Monday, and blogger didn't like the way I did it and erased the first one, I thought I'd let you know I wrote about the Colorado floods. You can go back and read it here if' you like. You've probably seen some of the pictures and videos and learned about it, but the post is my thoughts and experiences first hand.

Today I thought I'd catch you up. I know it's late in the day for me to post, and that's because of the flood. That probably doesn't make sense, considering my house is on high ground and my friends and family safe (though not all of them dry). It's just that compared to what so many people are dealing with, I'm unscathed, physically. Mentally, I'm actually quite the mess. You know I struggle with depression. This tragedy has magnified it.

I can't seem to find purpose in anything. What does it matter if I have a clean kitchen? I know people whose kitchen floated away down the river. They can't even FIND their house, or what's left of it. They were safe (for a while) staying with friends, and then all of them got airlifted out. They say it will be months until the road will be ready, and then the rebuilding can begin.

The lovely grandma and grandpa who lived across the street from me for 10 years moved three years ago – to the neighborhood hardest hit by this flood. It shouldn't have flooded, except the river was so wide that it found another path down the mountain and into their neighborhood even though the river wouldn't have reached them had it stayed on its path. It over-ran its banks by a half mile, but their neighborhood would have been dry. Rivers and rain and mud seem to have a mind and will of their own when they get this much power and momentum behind them.

I guess I'm just numb. Trying to comprehend the magnitude of the clean-up overwhelms me. I see evidence everywhere – getting around town is an ever changing maze...

So please excuse me if I'm not myself for a while.

~Tina

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You may also be wondering how I can just blithely go on with the book promotions and reminders and the like when all of this is happening. I do that because IT'S SOMETHING I CAN DO to help someone. No, these two friends weren't affected by the floods, but with my physical issues, I can't go shovel mud out of someone's basement, or tear-down dry-wall. But I can help my friends who are realizing dreams and whom I promised to help.


So here's another reminder of where you can find the next installment of the horror story Briane is writing as he promotes his new book.


Temporary Anne:


A contemporary horror classic, "Temporary Anne" presents the terrifying tale of a woman who avoids eternal damnation by sending others to take her place, scrambling to avoid the minions of Mephistopheles while searching for a way to allow her ravaged body to serve her indomitable will. The frightening images -- demons made of ice, babies' souls consumed -- will stick with you for as long as Temporary Anne exists -- which is FOREVER.

Get it on Amazon for $0.99!  


And follow the blog tour to get a live short story, This Is How I..., written based on your suggestions:



1. PART ONE was on Life Is Good on Friday 9/13
2. PART TWO was on Strange Pegs: 9/16
PART THREE IS TODAY:  Laws Of Gravity 9/18

UPCOMING:



AND A SPECIAL ADDED TREAT: Today, I'm making my book Eclipse available for FREE on Amazon!


Claudius wanted to be the first man to reach the stars, but it was murder to get there: A chilling, mind-bending story of an astronaut so desperate to reach the stars -- and so eager to escape a past that may not exist, "Eclipse" will haunt you the way Claudius' life haunts him.

4.6 of 5 stars on Amazon!

"This book is brilliant. I'm still trying to figure it all out much in the same way that I sit on my couch trying to figure out a David Lynch movie like Mulholland Drive. There is just so much to wrap my head around that it becomes a little mind-boggling."-- Speculative fiction author Michael Offutt.


Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Taking the World By Storm: CassaStorm is FINALLY Here!

I'm really excited to be part of the crew that is helping Alex J. Cavanaugh launch the last book in his best-selling trilogy! Today is THE big day!  Alex gave us a unique opportunity when we signed up for this gig: ask him anything.  I know a LOT of us have been wondering, jealously...

 How do you find time to do all you do AND work AND have a wife?

Well fortunately I had the wife before all of this began! Part of it is that I just make time. I have a lot of friends online and I enjoy visiting their blogs. My real secret (besides the rumored clones) is my job rocks. I have a couple computers, my laptop, and my iPad – I can do my work, watch a movie, and blog all at the same time. I’ve even brought my acoustic guitar to work a couple times and practiced while doing all of the above. No, you will not be seeing that on YouTube anytime soon…


CassaStorm
By Alex J Cavanaugh

From the Amazon Best Selling Series!

A storm gathers across the galaxy…

Commanding the Cassan base on Tgren, Byron thought he’d put the days of battle behind him. As a galaxy-wide war encroaches upon the desert planet, Byron’s ideal life is threatened and he’s caught between the Tgrens and the Cassans.

After enemy ships attack the desert planet, Byron discovers another battle within his own family. The declaration of war between all ten races triggers nightmares in his son, threatening to destroy the boy’s mind.

Meanwhile the ancient alien ship is transmitting a code that might signal the end of all life in the galaxy. And the mysterious probe that almost destroyed Tgren twenty years ago could return. As his world begins to crumble, Byron suspects a connection. The storm is about to break, and Byron is caught in the middle…

“CassaStorM is a touching and mesmerizing space opera full of action and emotion with strong characters and a cosmic mystery.” – Edi’s Book Lighhouse

“Cavanaugh creates such an unforgettable world, and these characters will stay with you long after their story is over.”
- Cassie Mae, author of Friday Night Alibi and How to Date a Nerd

$16.95 USA, 6x9 Trade paperback, 268 pages, Dancing Lemur Press, L.L.C.
Science fiction/adventure and science fiction/space opera
Print ISBN 9781939844002 eBook ISBN 9781939844019
$4.99 EBook available in all formats

Find CassaStorm:
Book trailer


  



Comment on Alex’s blog this week for a chance to win a Cassa mug, mousepad, magnet, and swag!


 Alex J. Cavanaugh has a Bachelor of Fine Arts degree and works in web design and graphics. He is experienced in technical editing and worked with an adult literacy program for several years. A fan of all things science fiction, his interests range from books and movies to music and games. Online he is the Ninja Captain and founder of the Insecure Writer’s Support Group. The author of the Amazon bestsellers, CassaStar and CassaFire, he lives in the Carolinas with his wife.



Website – Alex J. Cavanaugh
Goodreads 

Congrats buddy on your latest book!  I wish you all the best!
~Tina


P.S If you haven't met Mini-Alex yet, here's a peek. Designed by Elise.




You can get your own copy of the t-shirt in the background here at my (and Alex's) buddy Jeremy's t-shirt shop.