Friday, August 24, 2007

Presenting the New Baby

It has been a very eventful time over the last....13 days? Wow! It's been awhile!
I managed to get the house looking relatively decent before my parents arrived. Daughter had an absolute blast at camp and wants to go next year. I celebrated my 8th anniversary on the 14th, though we didn't CELEBRATE until the 18th, when we did dinner, a movie, and a hotel for the night while the Grandparents babysat (though we had a horrid thunderstorm that knocked out the power after about 30 minutes in the hotel, so it was a very DARK night)....it also knocked our satellite dish off center so we now need a tech to come fix it so we can watch TV.
Son turned 3 and celebrated with two of his little friends...nothing too complicated....out in the backyard, they were allowed to run free (under supervision, of course), blowing bubbles, playing in the sand, and so on. Then it was cake and ice cream....then playing.....then presents....then playing....then goodie bags, and everybody went home. Then we, as a family, went to Chuck E Cheese's, and then to Burger Baron for some REAL food, and rented "Barnyard" for an evening movie.
Showed my parents all over the city and some places outside the city, so they now have a good idea of where they might like to look when they are buying a house next year. As long as they can sell their house in Victoria, they could probably have any house they wanted and have change to spare, which is always nice when preparing for retirement. They had a blast with the kids and look forward to being around them more permanently, especially since this visit, Christopher was twice as old as when they last saw him.
They went home early Wednesday morning. We did a ton of errands that morning, and then headed over to check something out, after checking this particular place out several times, once with my parents, to no avail.
And now, let me introduce to you my new baby. Her name is Mabel. She weighs about 57 pounds (and needs to weigh around 70). She has black hair and big brown eyes. Here is a recent picture:


She is around a year old, and based on her weight and certain behaviours, had not had a fun time of things before the Humane Society got her. She is a total sweetheart and a real suck. She loves everyone and everything and can't understand why the cats do not share her love. She doesn't bark, wants to please EVERYONE....but has absolutely no training whatsoever, not behaviour training, not housebreaking, nothing....so we have a lot of work to do to keep her off the counters, keep her from jumping up to kiss everyone, obviously to train her NOT to go on the carpets....but she is so eager to please that once the adjustment period is over and she settles down a bit (and is more sure of herself....she has a VERY high guilt level), I'm thinking she will be relatively easy to train.
The Humane Society had listed her as a Rottweiler/Pyrenese cross, but when we took her to the vet, they told us no, she was certainly not....she was more likely a german shepherd/ labrador cross, which is even better. And I tend to believe the vet over the HS, because through past experience, I know the HS often makes mistakes like that, and worse.....that and the previous owner only had her for a few days so really didn't know much about her.
So that is my new, sucky baby who wants attention every second, and is going to need it whenever in the house, even if she IS confined to the downstairs right now while we do crate training and housebreaking.
Well, off to finish my busy day of hanging out with Mabel and (yay) running my newly fixed dishwasher. Maybe I'll even get to read a little bit while puppy is resting (if she will ever settle down enough to rest).

Saturday, August 11, 2007

Busy week.....getting busier

This week seems to have flown by at an alarming rate. I am trying to get the house presentable before Wednesday night, when my parents arrive, but as all of you with know, this is an exercise in futility. I spend 2 hours cleaning and sorting toys in Son's room....15 minutes later, you'd never know I'd been in there. At least I seem to have finally removed the mystery sludge from the floor under the kitchen table. I'm terrible at getting to the point where I can legitimately mop, so the sludge was starting to breed. It's nice to see the pattern on the floor again.
We have a ton of things that we just don't use anymore. I have tried and tried to sell them, but nobody wanted them, so now we have a pile of stuff that is simply getting donated to Value Village. That should help clear things out a little. I posted a Dora flip-out couch and a Pooh bear foam armchair on my Freecycle group....for THOSE I got a huge response...as of this morning (because some people respond even after the item is gone, I had something like 20 people wanting the couch, and 10 wanting the chair.
We had a big scare on Tuesday night....I was just on my way to my Prairie Gold rehearsal, when I got called back home. Son had been jumping on a bed. My little monkey, of course, fell off and bumped his head. Got lethargic, woozy, unable to stand or walk properly, said the back of his head hurt. So off to the ER we go. We got into the room right away.....and then waited almost 3 hours for the doctor to actually come in. By that point, Son was bored to death, hyper, and completely fine.
In mid-September, we will have another addition to the family, which will require a bit of preparation as well. We are excited and impatient, and I have already started buying a few things that we will need.
Now I must go get ready for the day....or I guess the REST of the day....I have already been up for almost 4 hours and done 3 paper routes, and drunk a cup of strawberry steamer from 7-Eleven (yummmmmmmm). Now I have to change so i can sell hot dogs for a few hours as a Prairie Gold fundraiser.....then clean the downstairs.

Monday, August 6, 2007

My Famous Father

This was supposed to go up last night, but the internet connection was down, so just pretend the following was posted Sunday night...
Once again, my Dad has been interviewed for a newspaper....I believe this is the second article, plus the radio interview, about his book.
I'm so proud of him. This is what the article says:

"John McKay/Times Colonist
[Pastor Bob Scott, the chaplain of the Langford Volunteer Fire Department, with his recently released novel, a book that’s noteworthy for an exciting plot written without profanity or gratuitous sex scenes.]

He believes in miracles
Mystery-writing chaplain encountered an answer to his prayers at a writers’ convention
BY LAUREL BERNARD
Bob Scott, a 60-year-old Langford resident, decided to write a mystery novel. He wrote it in a month, took it to a writers’ conference, got a 10-minute pitch interview with a New York publisher’s editorial director and, nine months later, had a three-book contract with royalties and a healthy advance cheque.

“It just amazes me that it happened the way it did,” Scott says. “I think I said, ‘Sure, thanks very much,’ and stood up, and the world just kind of started to spin.” How on earth, you ask, did he do it? It was easy, aspiring writers. All it took was a miracle.

Bob Scott, author of the just launched AdvertisingMurder from Avalon Books, is a former pastor of the Congregational Christian Churches in Canada and still preaches every Sunday at two seniors’ residences, West Shore Lodge and Alexander Mackie Lodge. He and his wife, Shirley, believe in the power of prayer.

They both prayed over the book project, especially when the manuscript was sent off to New York, although, as Bob Scott says, the prayer was more “your will be done, not a ‘give it to me.’ It always works for me.”

Initially, he says, “I wouldn’t say I was praying, ‘Dear Lord, make this a successful book.’ I was essentially going through the process to see what kind of suggestions I might get from an editor.” But Shirley certainly was praying “just for success” on the book, and Bob believes there’s a pattern in life.

I would say everything is part of the plan. I’ve been feeling it is part of the plan.”

Scott was born and raised in Montreal and, after getting a BA at what is now Concordia University, took his Master of Divinity at McGill. Three years after he became a minister, he went to a Billy Graham film.

“It made a change in my whole approach to my ministry and life and everything else. Over the course of the ministry from that period on — that would be 36 years this year — there were a number of things that took place in our lives that I would call miraculous.”

When he was living in Fernie, his son, then 18 months old, badly burned himself. He was hospitalized and doctors expected he’d have to endure many operations and skin grafts over the course of a long recovery. But five days later, after friends and his parents prayed and fasted, he was healing so quickly that the hospital was ready to send him home. He’s never had plastic surgery or skin grafts.

Then there was the operation Shirley was supposed to have. In the morning she was admitted into hospital and scheduled for surgery, but by day’s end, they’d sent her home. “The doctor said I was fine,” she says. Again, the Scotts and their friends had prayed for her to heal.

Bob, too, had a providential escape. One the reasons he started his book in 2003 was because he’d just received bad news: a bladder cancer diagnosis. It was discovered thanks to a mysterious and still undiagnosed infection, was treated and “within five months of the diagnosis, I was completely clean.” He’s been free of the disease for four years now.

Besides the power of prayer, you might argue the Scotts have also built up a lot of good karma. Shirley is a special-needs teacher’s aide at Pacific Christian School and, besides paid part-time work with Sands funeral services, Bob holds administrative positions with the Congregational Christian Churches in Canada and volunteers as secretary to the Colwood Rotary Club and chaplain to the Langford Volunteer Fire Department.

OK, but AdvertisingMurder’s success can’t have been that miraculous. Bob Scott probably spent years turning out manuscripts, sweating blood over each line.

Scott writes a monthly article in Ladder a fire department newsletter, and has written humour pieces and other short articles. AdvertisingMurder is his first full-length work. After writing it in a month, as a participant in National Novel Writing Month, he edited the manuscript during 2004’s National Novel Editing Month. He loves to write, loses himself in it:

“When I’m writing, I know I’ve got a manuscript that has to go out, but the excitement of seeing or feeling a story unfold … I go into another world.”

So he must have knocked on hundreds of publishers’ doors, right? And then he selected Avalon and honed his pitch to perfection.

In fact, Avalon was the first and only publisher he approached. He wrote his pitch to editorial director Erin Cartwright-Niumata on hotel notepaper the night before.

Then he probably has one of those careers designed for writing crime fiction. He can write about what he knows — just like John Grisham, who was once a lawyer, or Patricia Cornwell, who worked in forensic science.

Jack Elton, AdvertisingMurder’s hero, is an ex-cop. “My only police experience,” says Scott, “was in Expo 67. I was a security guard on the minirail at Montreal.”

What about Avalon? It sells to libraries and has editorial rules restricting drinking, profanity and sex in the 60 books per year they produce. The editing process was probably difficult.

“They’re a very easy company to work with,” Scott says. On his first book, the editing suggestions consisted of a single sheet read over the phone and then a few followup points. In any case, based on his own values, Scott is comfortable with Avalon’s approach — not that he chose Avalon because of it or wrote his mystery with a moral intent. It just happened to be a match made, well, in heaven.

At this point, the publication of AdvertisingMurder does begin to look like divine intervention. But don’t give up hope, because Scott’s story also exemplifies the axiom that God helps those who help themselves. Bob Scott worked hard at the project and made some very smart decisions.

For aspiring writers, here are some of his steps to success.

1. He joined the Crime Writers of Canada: “It was the best $100 I ever spent.” Besides all the resources on their website, the organization provided priceless publicity and contacts.

2. He signed up for the magazine Writer’sDigest, joined its book club and immersed himself in other writingrelated sites, listservs and research books. By the time he got to the pitch, he’d already read advice on how to do it.

3. He belongs to a writer’s group that meets weekly from September to June. Shirley read his manuscript, too, and, Scott says, “does a good job of pointing out basic errors” as well as helping with syntax and spelling.

4. He’s dedicated and has good work habits. Scott’s preferred writing time is midnight till 4 a.m. For example, on Wednesday he might write from midnight until 6 a.m. the next day, go to his Rotary meeting, come back, sleep a little, and then write in the evening. He feels comfortable if he’s written 2,000 words a day.

5. He goes to the annual Surrey International Writers’ Conference. Scott says it’s a standout among these types of events, and it’s where he pitched his manuscript.

6. He offered what an in-house editor wanted. He says of Cartwright-Niumata: “I’ve heard comments from her like, ‘Your stories are well written.’”

When she was asked about Scott, she sent back this message through her assistant Faith Black — and there’s hope in it for all aspiring writers:

“Erin met Bob at the Surrey writers’ conference in Vancouver, and they had a great meeting. Bob delivered a great pitch on his book, and Erin knew she wanted to work with him before even reading anything. It was a good, short pitch that reeled her in and got her interested in the project.

“If you write well and you submit properly (following the correct guidelines for submission), anyone can write for Avalon. We are always looking for new and first-time authors.”"

Those of you who have not yet read this book, and like a good murder mystery, I seriously urge you to find this first book and read it....it's funny, intriguing, just an all-round good read. I kept shaking my head every few chapters as I reminded myself that my FATHER had written this book. It was wonderful! I await his next two books with impatience, and hope he will have the opportunity to publish even more after that series is done.
My parents arrive in about 10 days and 2 hours. We are excited and scrambling madly to put the house in order before they get here. The cats have shredded the bottom stairs carpet, for which I am ready to hang them by their toenails (no, not really), so I will have to come up with some inventive solution, requiring tons of thought....and potentially duct tape....to cover the holes.
Now it is getting late, I am sunburnt once again, and as tomorrow is a provincial holiday, I am looking forward to a good, long sleep tonight before a day of frantic cleaning, a multitude of errands, and a round of indoor mini golf.

Saturday, August 4, 2007

Human Guinea Pigs

I have been having some issues over the last few years since son was born. Nothing life threatening, just really annoying, really gross, and really uncomfortable. Anyway, I heard this ad on the radio a few months ago, basically saying that if you had these symptoms (and they proceed to list off all of mine), they are looking for test subjects for a new drug, and to call this number or check this website. I kept thinking I should check it out, and then would forget the address and all, as it was always while I was driving in the car, and we all know the way life runs is a great memory eraser.
Well, Husband, who has to live with me, heard the ad a few weeks ago, and he remembered the address, looked it up, and pointed me to it, not even knowing I'd been wanting to do so. I looked at it. I filled in their application and fired it off. A few days later, i am contacted, asked a zillion questions. Yes, it sounds as if I am the kind of person they are looking for. The lady then begins telling me about what will be expected of me in the screening process and all. I am getting a bit nervous. She says she'll mail me all the info about everything to do with the test. About a week later, the envelope arrives. I read it through and form my own opinions, and then pass it on to Husband for his input. He simply stated if I didn't want to do it, then I just shouldn't do it. So helpful.
In any case. The screening process would involve ultrasounds, a biopsy, a pap smear, some scan involving a catheter, a trillion blood tests, etc, etc, etc. Sounds like a real party to me. Oh yeah!
The test itself would take up to 6 months, and had 4 streams, two of them, of course, placebos, and it was, of course, to be a double blind test. One of the options and its placebo sounded okay, the other not so good (but I wouldn't get a choice)...and then I read the page on possible side effects. Now, I realize they have to cover their butts and list everything, but there's only so many side effects that I'm willing to run the risk of having to deal with.
That and there was the task of collecting and sending them certain things during the test.
I wanted a solution to my problem. I wanted to maybe find some relief. And I could have used the $75 per visit they would have paid me. But after all that, I have decided that I will just suffer through what I am facing at the moment, in the hopes that someone ELSE will have the guts to go through those tests, that those tests will result in a solution, and that somewhere down the road, I will benefit from this solution WITHOUT the indignity and discomfort and risk of the testing process of something that could ultimately, in the end, be a dud anyway.