A Recent Adventure In the Scientific Method and Toothbrushes

Once again I have decided to dedicate my body to science. It all started during my trip to the dentist. I’m sort of a dentist junkie. I only go twice a year, but it’s my happy place. Thinking about clean teeth and the smell of disinfectant excites me. I know; this is odd.

I have perfect teeth, but my gums could use some work. Genetics come into play for both. I’m just glad I got at least one of the good genes, because I could have easily gotten bad teeth and bad gums. For those of you who don’t visit the dentist, they do this thing where they measure the pockets of the gums. I have a few “deep pockets” which is bad. I’m an overachiever, so naturally I wanted to know how I could improve.

My dental hygienist had lots of suggestions.

“Eat less chocolate.”

Don’t worry that was an automatic no, but I think she said it as a really unfunny joke.

“Use a vibrating toothbrush.”

“How does this help?” I asked.

“It stimulates your gums and makes them healthier.”

“OK I’ll give it a try.”

They happened to sell a cheap model in the office that was “lower than the store price.” I was not convinced that this was my ticket to success in the gum-improvement-campaign.

As I was leaving I turned to her, “I think I want to propose a study.”

She gave me an odd look. I get those a lot.

“I’ll use this brush and when I come back in 6 months I want you to measure those pockets again and see if using an electric toothbrush really does work.”

She seemed excited by the idea. I must have spoken to her inner tooth-geek.

“What a great idea!”

I started thinking of confounding variables and how I could account for those variables. And because I design research studies in my head for fun (that I’m sure is a sickness not yet recognized in the DSM-IV), I promptly began my new scientific adventure.

The first couple of nights’ of data had to be thrown out, since the idea of sticking a vibrating anything in my mouth sent me into a fit of giggles.

The next day I began my experiment. First I had to open the package and out popped an instruction manual. At first glance, the manual was a small, folded piece of paper. But upon further inspection it revealed itself to be an endless accordion full of confusing technical jargon. I’m pretty sure a NASA scientist designed the specs for this model. I panicked and then resisted the urge to text my resident technology genius (aka my husband). I can use a simple tooth brush for heavens sake I repeated in my head like a mantra.

You will not defeat me!

This is where it gets interesting. I have never used a vibrating toothbrush, so I was unaware of the sensation that would follow. Just out of curiosity: has anyone else experienced the jackhammer effect? That is the only way to describe what was going on in my mouth. My brain was vibrating at an incredible frequency. I think I may have blacked out.

When I finally came-to I wiped away the foamy drool and quickly pulled the still-vibrating toothbrush from my mouth. This is when I solved the most unsolvable mystery of my household. See, my husband is a longtime user of the electric toothbrush and for years I couldn’t figure out where the splatters came from on our mirror. Lets just say I made the connection.

I then had a flashback to the one and only CSI episode I ever watched. In this episode crime investigators were solving the mystery of where the assailant was standing at the time of murder by analyzing the angle of blood splatters. I can now accurately pinpoint the exact location of where both my husband and I stand while brushing. Thank you CSI.

It’s going to take me six months until my next dentist visit to get used to the new toothbrush. I’m anxious to find out if my suffering will result in positive data. If anything it will quiet my dental hygienist’s claims that the electric toothbrush can solve a dental health crisis.

Approaching 15 Seconds of Fame

Exciting news! The first story I wrote for this blog (First Haircut) is going to appear in the next Chicken Soup for the Soul book. I have been keeping this news secret for over a year.

I first submitted the story after being encouraged by my dad to publish it in a magazine. He had suggested Readers Digest, but after not being able to figure out how to submit a story that long I looked into Chicken Soup for the Soul. Chicken Soups publishers were looking for stories specifically about the first years of life.

I edited the First Haircut story down to the word requirement (basically had to cut a third of the story out) and sent it off. After a few months I heard nothing and assumed my story was not considered. I gave it a shot and publishing was not for me.

I started looking into writing lessons to be a better writer, because that was always something I wanted to change about myself. Shortly after starting a writing class I was contacted by Chicken Soup editors letting me know they enjoyed my story and were considering it for their upcoming book. Months went by and soon they sent me all the paperwork, still letting me know it was not a sure thing.

I kept it secret because I was nervous that it was not actually happening. I’m not a writer! I can’t spell and grammar is not my thing, but I love telling stories. I love writing them down and changing sentences until I know they will have the best impact on the reader.

A few months ago I went through my first copy edit experience. I didn’t really do much, they sent me a final version of the story and I looked through it for errors and approved it. Today I was told that my story would appear in the book. I’m really excited and honored to be published, especially as an amateur writer.

The book comes out March 8th 2011. Please use the link below to pre-order a copy (it will also be available on Kindle). It will make great Mother’s Day gifts or a great gift for an expecting mom.

Near Miss

I have often questioned my faith, but this was not one of those times. I first saw the bumper sticker on a yellow jeep. I was on my way back to college after the 4th of July holiday. It had been threatening to rain the whole trip and was close to dark. I was hoping to beat both home.

The first spats of rain fell on my windshield and I leaned forward to inspect their validity. I convinced myself that they were flukes and of course this was when the sky opened up and threw buckets of rain at me. I fumbled for the wipers, increased the setting with no improvement to visibility. For a while I used the vivid yellow jeep in front of me as a pace car. However, I have always been a nervous driver and finally convinced myself that now was a good time to get gas.

I pulled up to the gas station and realized I was unprepared for the weather. No rain jacket and a broken umbrella that flopped on one side. While pumping my gas I noticed a sign on the pump “Pay inside.” Great. I grabbed my wallet and ran to the store, my umbrella flipping and flopping as I ran.

The rain was losing its force and I was happy that I could get back on the road. I reached for my door handle and noticed my keys lying neatly on my seat, doors safely locked. This was turning out to be a wonderful side trip. I didn’t even need gas. I could have made it back to my apartment and I vowed next time I would talk my chicken self out of sneaking off the road in a storm.

It took a while for the tow truck to arrive, so I made myself cozy in the office. I’m from the country where we talk easily to strangers. I bought a pack of peanut butter cups to cheer myself up.

As the tow truck driver handed me my keys back he explained, “You’re a lucky girl. There was just a huge wreck on the freeway.”

I pulled back onto the road, easing my way with the rest of the congested traffic. The scene was unreal; clothes spilled across the road, broken glass. Cars littered the side of the road, ambulances and firemen attended disaster after disaster.

And as I drove through the midst of the wreckage I couldn’t take my eyes off of one thing: an inspirational sticker plastered to the bumper of a mangled yellow jeep. Someone was watching over me.

Less TV = More Money

_Here is a blog post I did for a blog contest a while back. I didn’t win, of course. Apparently they were looking for someone who would write about switching dog food brands to save money and not fabulous sarcastic witty writers who come up with less mainstream ideas on how to save money. Have I whined enough and convinced you I am being a sore loser? Either way, I miss writing blogs and came across this and felt it was fun to share even though it was not good enough to win a contest on ways to save money- I am glad I submitted though since I always feel I will fail 100% of the time if I don’t try. Enjoy._

“I think we should get rid of our TV.” My heart did a little skip at my husband’s suggestion. What was he thinking? I don’t know anyone without a TV. I think the government requires every American household to have one. I was immediately fearful of life without a TV.

“What are you talking about?” I was hoping he was joking, what would we do for entertainment every night? What about all our weekend projects inspired by watching the Home Improvement channel or lets not forget the couples bonding experience we had spending an entire weekend watching Beauty and the Geek on the Reality TV network.

“Well, my brother and his wife just did this and they are saving so much money.” I was instantly skeptical. I was usually the one who came up with the money saving ideas that were on the extreme. Something this extreme coming from my husband I knew must have some flaw he didn’t think about. And then he laid it out for me, “Ok, everything is going digital, we either have to get a converter or get a new television. The one we have is extremely old and breaks a lot, so we will probably be tempted to get a new one. We will want to buy a nice flat screen with good picture quality that will be at least $700. We already pay $55 a month to a satellite subscription. I think we should consider just getting rid of the TV.”

I was shocked. I worried about all the shows I currently watched and how much I would miss them. I loved to read, but sometimes I wanted to unwind and not think. Television allowed me that special kind of numbness. Plus we had just had a baby and I didn’t have the time or the hands to read any more. I needed it as a window to the world I felt isolated from while I dealt with colic, diapers, and spit-up. When my husband pushed again I just shoved the idea off with “give some time to think about it.” But really hoped he would come to his senses.

Months later he was still dropping little hints and they all centered on the same idea of divorcing our television. “What are you afraid of?” he would ask me. “What shows do you watch that we can’t get for free from the ABC, NBC or Fox web sites?” he would tease.
We sat one night and made a list of our favorite shows and afterwards I realized that everything we watched we could get for free online or through a digital antenna. For $200 dollars we could purchase this digital antenna to hook up to our new computer and after this point we could begin to save $55 dollars a month.

So finally with that logic I took the plunge and looking back I don’t know what took me so long. I don’t miss our old eyesore of a television. And it ended up saving us time and money in the long run. We didn’t have as many spontaneous household projects inspired by the Home Improvement Channel and we didn’t spend entire weekends watching old reality show marathons. So we actually had time to ride our bikes and go for walks, eventually leading my husband to cancel his gym membership. Overall that one bold act led to a new world, new possibilities, and over $1000 dollars a year in savings. Beauty and the Geek weren’t that interesting anyway and I already knew how to fix my own toilet.