Monday, March 28, 2011

I believe the technical term for what I'm looking for is "Woo hoo"

We got our call from the province!

At the risk of becoming one of "those blogs", I have to take a moment to celebrate an almost event that has been seven years in the making. 

Seven years ago, we put our names on the adoption list for an infant.  Last week we got our call.

Now, before we get all gushy over this, let me lay things out for you.  What's actually happened is that after seven years of waiting, we are now at the point where we can start the process by which we are then either approved or rejected by the province to be adoptive parents.  Should we be accepted - and not to brag or anything, but all our friends and family with kids know how awesome we'd be as parents based solely on the amount of awesome parenting advice that we constantly give them - should we be accepted after several months of processing we are then eligible to be on the official waiting list.

And then the waiting starts again.

It's impossible to guess how long it will be.  The social worker we spoke with gave us ranges from as short as 4-5 months and as long as 18 months, if not longer.  It all depends on who we are and what the birth mother is looking for in adoptive parents. 

Right now, we're in a state of optimistic celebration.  It's sort of like we've won a chance to be on the Price Is Right.  We might be in the audience, but there's no telling whether or when we'll get the call to come on down. 

Just in case, I'll be wearing a t-shirt that says "We love you, Bob Drew!"

Anyway, that's all the news that there is.  We'll keep you posted.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Pizza and a Movie Day!

By the time that you are reading this, it will be too late.

The 35th annual Pizza and a Movie Day will have passed, and unless you were one of 5 lucky, beautiful and oh so talented people (and two and a half last minute almost additions), you missed it.

Sorry.

It's not that I didn't want you to attend.  In fact, I probably personally invited you.  Some of you.  At least one or two that might be reading this anyway.  Or perhaps my lovely wife did.  And there were at least two of you that had to cancel at the last minute.  To commemorate you, we poured some Diet Coke on the ground in your honour.  (Not really, but I did lose my napkin under the table, so it's kind of the same thing.)  Anyway, too late now.  No sense crying over spilled milk, right?

Big shout out to David, Lilli and Adelaide (the two and a half last minute almost additions).  Adelaide wins for cutest in person happy birthday wish of the day.  When we have kids, we're getting a "woof hat" for them too.

:)

Had a great birthday, had some great pizza, and saw a pretty good movie.  What more could I ask for, right?

I'm good with birthdays.  It's as close as you're ever going to get to having a personal holiday without doing something awesome.  And even if you do, you have to die before you get one and then sleeping in is the least of your worries.

If you're interested, The Adjustment Bureau was fine.  It was not amazing, but it was far from terrible.  I doubt it will be a blockbuster, but it'll do just fine.  And really, nobody will cry for Matt Damon even if it tanks.  Because nobody cries for Matt Damon.  Nobody.

In summary and in conclusion, Pizza and a Movie Day 2011 was a rousing success.  And, just as a sign that I've come full circle, everyone went home at about 8:00.  Good times, good times.

See you next year!

Sunday, March 13, 2011

How the mighty have fallen...

While browsing through Netflix the other day, we discovered this little gem of a made for TV movie called "Mammoth".  Here's how it's described:
A defrosted 40,000-year-old woolly mammoth goes on a rampage after a meteor smashes into a town museum and revives the prehistoric creature. Federal agents must team up with museum curator Frank Abernathy (Vincent Ventresca) in an effort to control the beast. With his B-movie aficionado father (Tom Skerritt) pitching in, Abernathy must act fast in order to save the town. Summer Glau co-stars in this action-packed sci-fi adventure.
The most confusing part of this paragraph is trying to figure out why there are more sentences after that first one.  That first sentence just packs it in.  It tells you that the exciting part of this movie isn't discovering a woolly mammoth, it's not bringing the mammoth from a dig site to a town museum, it's not even the meteor strike.  It's that the mammoth comes to life and goes on a rampage.  Rampaging is something that you just sort of generally expect mammoths to do when brought back to life in a strange and unpredictable future.

Who honestly cares about the federal agents, or the team up that happens between them and the museum curator?  Why is the curator even involved?  Why does anyone care about his father?  We'll just have to watch the movie and find out.

Of course, it doesn't really sound like a good movie.  Even the addition of Summer Glau as a co-star really isn't enough to make me want to watch it.  It's the kind of thing that I'd pick up on video on a Friday night when me and the rest of my dateless friends (i.e. all of them) would gather to eat chips and lose ourselves in questionable science, poorly done special effects, and plenty of boob jobs.  I don't watch that kind of thing anymore, because I feel that as I get older I have less and less life available to me to waste on this kind of programming.  Netflix tells me that based on the things I've rated and viewed, this scores 2.5 stars out of a possible 5, so of course it's going to be terrible.

That's one way of looking at it anyway.

Another way of looking at it is that this movie could be amazing.

Right next to it on Netflix is the 2008 remake of "The Day the Earth Stood Still".  I saw that movie.  It wasn't that good.  It was okay, but it wasn't good.  You probably saw it too.  It had some good effects, and didn't make me outright angry for having watched it, so it had that going for it.

Netflix gives it a 2.4 for me.

I've reviewed hundreds of movies on Netflix to help get the best profile possible.  Netflix algorithms have determined that I'll enjoy "Mammoth" that much more than "The Day the Earth Stood Still".

"The Happening" got a 1.9. I haven't seen it yet, but I think I'll watch it before I watch "Mammoth".  That way I'll have something to look forward to.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

I didn't think I'd resort to this, but-

Enough with the snow already.  We get it.  Global warming is real.  Please stop punishing us with the snow.

Another 15 cm today and tonight.  Then it's supposed to snow pretty much every. Single.  Day. Right through the weekend.  When, oh, surprise, another snow storm.

Good thing we have a snowblower, right?  Except it's not working.  The blades stopped turning, which means that it's effectively a very expensive NTV (that's a No-Terrain Vehicle).  On the other hand, it was BITTERLY cold the day that it stopped working, so maybe it is working now.  The problem is that even if I dragged my sorry butt out to the baby barn (which is 4-6 foot snow drifts the entire way), AND then found somewhere to throw the snow that has accumulated in front of the doors enough to open them, I'd have to wait until spring to find out if it's working again.


See, the ground seized up due to the cold and the ramp that goes into my baby barn has now lifted to the point where it blocks the doors from being opened.   The easy solution would be to detach the ramp from the barn, right?  Except we used a lot of screws attaching that sucker to the barn, and I'll be darned if I can remember where they all are.  Plus, to power my drill I'd have to buy a $50 outdoor extension cord because the distance between the outlet on the house (assuming it's still under that snow) is now much further than it was a few months ago - I have to go up and over now. 

Assuming I could get the snowblower out now, I'd still have HOURS of clearing to do just to get from the baby barn to the front of the house.  Not the street.  The front of the house.  That would be due to the 4-6 foot drift caused by the way the wind blows around our house. 

Next year, I'm selling the snowblower and we're hiring someone to clear the driveway.  I figure we've saved enough since we got here that I can afford to pay someone else to do it from now on.  I'll happily shovel the walk.  I'll shovel around the car. But I'm not shoveling the driveway anymore.  The snowbanks are higher than I am.  I'm throwing snow that is just flying right back into my face thanks to the turbo wind tunnel effect of our street.


I'm tired and I'm cranky and I'm finished shoveling.  For tonight anyway.  More shoveling in the morning.  For the love of Pete, please, stop snowing for a little while.  Just let some of this melt.

I'd be up for a vacation in a tropical paradise right about now, but all I'd be thinking about is the fact we'd have to dig our way from the street to the house when we get back.

In summary and in conclusion: Snow, I am sooooooo done with you right about now.