Saturday, October 3, 2009

Oh Stop It. Yer Makin' Me Blush!

Geez - I get so embarassed over stuff like this.

Heydeeho kids. Scrub here.

So - ya'll recall Scrub talkin about Mamma Scrubbie, right? How Scrub loves his ma and his ma loves her Scrub?

Look at what the 'ol girl is up to now!

Well - gotta run boys & girls. The phone is gonna ring any minute now - or when Mamma Scrub reads this post.


Boo. Analyzed.


Good morning one and all. Yer 'ol pal *yawn* Scrub here.

Boo could be the beginning of a teary session... when combined with 'Hoo'.

Boo could be the supporting little girl character from the movie 'Monsters Inc.'

Boo could also the word the wife uses when calling out to Scrubbie to collect and destroy some nasty bugger of a bug that is threatening the Wife's very existence. Well - it tends to be more like "BOO!!!"

However... today the word Boo is a quick little reference to Halloween. Ya know... Boo.... as in "Oh - that is scary-boo!"

That wonderful pagan event is creeping up up on us once again.

The Wife and me - we're kinda hoping for a rerun of last year.

Last year - our good pal Hurricane came over. You remember Hurricane, right? Locks herself IN a car? (I know - still cant get that wrapped around your brain, right? Welcome to our lives). Anyway... Hurricane came over and we three plunked ourselves down in some comfy lawn chairs outside cause it was nice out. Had ourselves a wee cocktail. And the brats coming to snarf themselves some sugar just came up to see us in our chairs - we handed out packets of sugar - and they went on their way. The point is - it was nice enough that evening to enjoy the whole thing outdoors.

And whilst outdoors basking in the Scary-Boo-ness of it all... Scrubs' wee nephew and neice came over.

There they are... Whoagun and Dancer. All tarted up. Cute, eh?

Soooo..... morning at the igloo here. Wife - still with the Joodster. Kid - still at Bing and Bongs'. Lunatic Dog - still curled up. Yep. Have made real progress.

Ahhhh - I love Saturdays.


Kill the MP3's and turn up your speakers.

Hi there boys & girls. Yer 'ol pally-boy Scrub here. How ya'll doin?

Ok - so speakers are turned up? Good. Now listen.

Shhhhh - listen carefully.

Hear that?

That, my friends, is the sound of Scrub all by his lonesome on a Friday night.

See... the Wife - she's with her gal pal the Joodster at a Scrappy retreat tonight. They are flogging their Scrappin' kits to a buncha gals who are croppin' en masse this weekend.

The kid - sleepin' over at Bing and Bong's tonight.

Lunatic Dog - well, she has snuggled herself up all cozy like on the kid's bunk.

So - what does Scrub do on a Friday night when he gots the place to himself.

Option 1: call up a few buds. throw a few wobbly pops on ice. pull out a deck of cards. clear the table. And - git a raucus game of poker going complete with cigars, pretzels and chips. All while regailing tales of sexual conquest.

Option 2: screw the buds. get on the horn and invite a few gals over and whoop-dee-doo.

Option 3: eat a bowl of frosted flakes. pour a rye and coke. watch The Matrix in comfie jammie pants. And, do a little digiscrappin.


Ok - so the frosted flakes were a wonderful moment of diabetic naughtiness. The rye is oh-so-good. The fight scene in the lobby when Neo and Trinity are going to rescue Morpheus is rockin'. And, here's the page:

So. There it is. Friday night.

Have mentioned this before - but just in case there's a newbie floatin' around somewhere... important to know that we Canucks only really discuss a few different things. Hockey. What we take in our Timmie's coffee. And, of course, the weather.

Our pals in the western part of the country are enjoyin snow. And, here in Scrub's neck of the woods - we are enjoyin frosty mornings, very wet days and ultra chilly nights. In a word: Brrrrrrr.

I tell ya boys & girls... Scrub knows there's a few of ya comin' from warmer clime's where a chilly day means you have to ditch the thong for the beach that day and turn to something more like a half-suit for swimmin'. Uh-huh. Don't know what yer missin'.

mmmmm.... rye #2 is just as good as rye #1. Equally delicious, as a matter of fact.

Delicious. That word reminds me oh so much of yet another in the cast of characters that makes up the life of Scrubbie. In a not too distant future post - I'll have to introduce you to HOOPS.

Thursday, October 1, 2009


Kinda feel like I'm on THE PRICE IS RIGHT.

Evenin' kids. Yer ol pal Scrubbie here at the keyboard tonight.

OOOO - it's sooo shiny!

So sparkly!

And brand spanky new!

Alas - not mine.

See... me and the wife - our pal Hurricane... ya'll remember her, right? Sis named Tornado. Baby Brother named Tsunami. Those who have breakables at home don't invite her over. Ya - her.

Anyway... our good pal Hurricane - went and got herself a new buggy. One of them horseless ones!


Scrub got to go for a ride in it. It was suh-weet!

Oh - and 'cause we here in the Great White tend to get a little chilly now and then - what with the snow and all... this wee buggys' got heated seats! Turned 'em on - Scrub's arse was all toasty. Nice, eh?

Electric this. Electronic that. Scrub's jealous.

Look at Hurricane there. All proud and such. Grinning away.

'Course the buggy pick up was not without adventure. Hurricane style, naturally.

Scrub was there. With Hurricane. When she picked up her new buggy.

Not 5 minutes after the engine was fired up for the first time... our good pal Hurricane was still in the lot of the car dealership... when she... ummmm... stopped the buggy and appeared, from my vantage point driving in the go-kart behind her, to be rather panicked about somethin'er other. Arms flailing about and all. Made me wonder if there was some kinda monster killer bee in the buggy or somethin. So - Scrub got out of his go-kart and ran over to render assistance.

Nope - not a killer bee. Hurricane... she locked herself IN the car.

Yes - I said locked herself IN the car.

I know, I know. It's no use. Trust me on this. The wife and me gave up trying to figure stuff like this out a long time ago. Life is so much easier that way.

The Snack That Didn't Smile Back


Good morning boys & girls. Your 'ol pal Scrub here.

Scrub loves to share. Learned that from mommy and a really great year in kindergarten.

Check the following little excerpt Scrub just copied and pasted from his morning troll of the daily news:

September 30, 2009
PASADENA, TEXAS — Authorities say a Houston-area woman who was angry with her former common-law husband fried their pet goldfish and ate some of them.
Pasadena police say it’s a civil matter and no charges will be filed. The seven goldfish were purchased together by the couple during happier times.
Police spokesman Vance Mitchell says the man reported on Saturday that the woman took the goldfish from his apartment.
Mitchell says the two argued earlier about some jewelry the man had given her but took back. She wanted the jewelry returned.
Officers who were dispatched to the woman’s home arrived to find four fried goldfish on a plate. The woman said she already ate the other three.
The Associated Press

Ummmm...... ya.

Someone is riding the koo-koo train ALL the way to the station.