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Wild Cowboy Domination!

Posted on 19 March 2007 Comment (1)
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It’s been released at Triskelion as an ebook. http://www.triskelionpublishing.com/bookstore/product_info.php?products_id=1571

http://britblaise.com/blog/?p=77 to read the latest in the saga…

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Arizona sun verses Ohio freezing rain…

Posted on 19 March 2007 Comments (2)
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Tina’s complaining about 90 degree weather and I’m bummed about the freezing rain. We’re still in the motel, but as of today we have heat in the house and new wiring for the computers. Tomorrow, I’m working on a third line for the computers and one for the TV/DVD and accessories. And we have someone coming to fix the water leaks, I hope. The upstairs bathroom is like a waterfall flowing all the way to the basement. We’re hoping to be in the house by this weekend and then the work will just begin.

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Today

Posted on 16 March 2007 Comment (1)
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Make the decision today that you will not allow anyone to extinguish YOUR potential, YOUR hopes and YOUR dreams.

HAPPY ST. PATRICKS DAY AND HAVE A GREAT WEEK-END!

Bev

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Writer’s Weekend…

Posted on 16 March 2007 Comments (2)
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This will make a good follow up to Samantha’s post…lol. This past weekend, Kayce and I trucked up to Superior, Arizona — a map blip which is mostly a deserted mining town with a few die hards that are working to bring it back. (Samantha may disagree with this, but it was kinda cool driving through what felt like a ghost town!)

Anyway, Kayce and I took a long meandering drive up there and then took the scenic tour through downtown Superior (here’s some pics - http://www.city-data.com/city/Superior-Arizona.html). So as we drove by streets such as Magma Avenue and Porphyry Street (gotta love those) we checked out the abondoned XXX store and a few buildings that only had the brick frame left standing.

Anyway, we hit Samantha’s house and met the big poofy dog (a white standard poodle) and a gaggle of other pets and got the tour of the house, which I think is a few houses hooked together. I swear I got lost in that house a few times just finding my way to the freezer for ice! Anyway, they have a huge backyard complete with a few free-standing cars and a few mother-in-law type houses. Samantha, Teri Chapman, Kayce and I sat around the living room writing, gossiping, brainstorming and generally taking it easy.

Then we got to go out to see Superior’s Fire dept practice using the jaws of life. Or at least we tried :) We watched for a few hours, and of course, as Murphy’s Law would have it, they chopped up the car five minutes after we left…lol. But we were getting hungry, so we trooped back to the house for food and drinks. And a side note here - if you’ve not yet tried the new Capt. Morgan’s dark Tattoo rum - it rocks!

Anyway, it was terrific out there at night - you can really see all the stars way out there and we all sat around the fire pit drinking and chatting. And when we were finally dozing off, we all headed back inside to stake our claims on a place to sleep for the night. Teri & dh had already picked a room, and Samantha & her dh had their own room downstairs. So, Kayce & I each picked one of the leftover rooms and started getting ready for bed. Well, the room Kayce picked is where the big poofy dog usually sleeps, so since she’s a dog-lover, she had no issue with sharing. But I think all the new people were too much for poor Prince. He was so excited he was jumping all over the place. Kayce was sitting on the edge of the bed and I was standing in front of her in the doorway. Samantha decided to get the dog on the bed to let him calm down a bit and realize it was time for bed. Well….let’s just say he didn’t calm down so well. He started bounding around on the bed, and the next thing I know - he jumps up, draping a paw on each of Kayce’s shoulders from the rear and he’s humping her for all he’s worth!

Apparently, Kayce thought he’d just jumped on her until she saw my face…lol. Oh MY! I told Kayce that’s the best action anyone got all weekend…lol.

The night was pretty uneventful and Sam - thanks for the really comfy bed! :) We all got up the next morning and after lots of coffee and hot tea, we were ready to head down to the Renaissance Festival.

Kayce hurt her knee last week, so she and I were in extreme low gear all day, but we trooped from shop to shop and managed to find some cool stuff. A drum for my son and her grandkids, a wooden truck and a whistle for my niece and a new belt for my dh. Not to mention a turkey leg and a yummy nut roll. We also managed to find two very HOT men wearing tight leather pants. Yummmm! I think we followed those guys for about 20 minutes appreciating the view. But then they sat down…sigh…and we had to make due with a guy dressed in a jester suit with tights. Let’s just say he looked VERY nice in tights, and so did that tight little tush!

Well, we only made it about half way through the festival when both she and I were dragging. Of course, that was the first day it started getting into the 90’s. What the hell is up with that? 90 in March?!? Anyway, we drug our way out to the car and then in true Butterscotch Martini Girl fashion, we gossiped the whole way home. :) I have to say, it was a nice relaxing weekend, but I didn’t get a whole lot of writing done
But hey - at least Kayce got lucky…

Tina

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it was a hot day at the renaissance fair ;-)

Posted on 15 March 2007 Comment (1)
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Kayce will tell you all about the weekend, can’t wait to read about the dog humping story. It was a blast! I had a great time. I know its not my day to blog, but I figured I would share a story about what happened to me at the renaissance fair.

The renaissance fair was a blast..but it was a hot day. Which was fine. I was okay with the heat because its not even summer temp yet. I was okay..that is until I made the mistake of going into the port-a-potty. I am not joking it must have been a thousand degrees in there. Okay, maybe I am exaggerating a tad, but it was damn hot. And by the time I got done doing my business, which consisted of making sure myself, my purse nor my hat fell into the hole from hell, I was so hot I was thinking shit I am going to get heat exhaustion if I keep this up. Now I am quite familiar with the sensation of heat exhaustion since in another life about five years ago I helped run the family landscaping biz which meant I spend a good portion of the time out in the middle of the desert.

Did I mention that I live in Arizona and in the summer the temps can reach 120. Normally when we worked out in the desert we got up at 4:00 am and then stopped working at noon, mainly because it would be so hot the machinery such as dozers and loaders would stop working. Be amazed at this point that I know how to drive a loader ;-)

Sorry I digress, yeah its true I am taking a break from working to sit here and bullshit while I wait for my coffee to heat back up so I can get that zoom zoom feeling pumping thru my veins again and I can get back to work.

Anyway one occasion years ago when I was a desert chick we were out staking claims, which means I was out with a backpack of wooden sticks walking up and down mountains with the rest of my family stopping ever mile or so to line up some funky measuring machine so we measure 1500 by 600 feet - you make a big square and put a stake at each corner of the square. Four stakes for each claim. Yes, it is just as exciting as it sounds. But if you get good at it you can do 25 claims in a day– the family record.

Okay back to the story…this day we were staking claims - Todd, myself, my dad and my mom — it was hotter than usual. In the Arizona summer heat the one thing you don’t ever want is humidity. You can stand 110 degree heat if its dry. Add any humidity onto that and its gets kind of hard to breathe and function. We had taken with us from the truck the normal amount of water we would take for such an occasion, but since it was humid none of realized we were drinking more and more often and the water was getting less and less. The rule when working in the Arizona desert is you drink every half hour whether you are thirsty or not. On this occasion we all run out of water at the same time and we realized with horror that we were about a 2 miles from the truck. Now I have had alot of odd adventurous out in the boondocks since my father is a geologist and we would spend a good deal of our off time out there with him messing about. I have had more than a few scary moments, but none of them have been life threatening (okay I take that back, maybe a few were, like the time my dad decided to jump the pick up truck across a dry river bed). Mostly they end up with a funny story that we can all laugh about later. But on this occasion I have to tell you I was really freaked out. My dad was starting to look as though he was getting heat exhaustion. I was getting a heat headache and we were out of water. Cell phones don’t work out there and it was a long walk back to the truck (in which could be found two five gallon jugs of the precious liquid.).

We put our heads down and walked. Over and up the hills, across the dry river bends, amongst the cacti we went, trying not to panic. By the time we got the truck dad was in bad shape and the rest of us were not far behind. We took salt tablets, guzzled down luke warm water and thanked our lucky stars we made it all in one piece. We were all sick for about three to four days after. Heat exhaustion the next day feels like a combo of the worst hangover you ever had and the high temp feeling you get with the flu. If you get too hot you can go into heat stroke (which can lead to you keeling over dead). If you get heat exhaustion really bad you can have a bad reaction to heat for months. You can ever get it so bad you can’t work out in the sun again. I have met a few people who had to move out of the state because they got heat exhaustion so bad it ruined them for ever working in the Arizona sun again.

Now with that story in mind, its understandable that I may have over reacted a bit when I ventured out from the porter-a-pot feeling hot, tired and with a monster headache. In hindsight I realize my headache was probably due to allergies, the exhaustion due to a sugar crash after consuming way too many hand made, hand dipped chocolate thingies. Hindsight is a wonderful thing, but it seldom stops you from looking like an idiot. Because when I started to feel too hot and exhausted and the pounding headache came on I admit I panicked a bit. I thought, “oh no, I have heat exhaustion.”

I made my way to the nearest none port-potty restroom, one with a sink, and I proceeded–to the horror of the four woman standing nearby– stick my head under the faucet and soak my head. The looks on their face when I emerged from under the faucet, hair dripping wet down my shirt, was priceless. My response of course was to burst out laughing, which only made the bystanders more uncomfortable because now you could tell by their expressions they were worried I was between medication