Saturday, November 7, 2009

"I know it was you Fredo. You broke my heart."


Evening boys & girls. It's yer ol pal Scrub here. How are ya?

Soooo.... The Wife is scrappin' outa town. The Kid - at Bing & Bong's place. Just Scrub and the lunatic dog at the igloo tonight.

Spent the day today soakin' up some of the last nice weather I think we'll be havin. Was outside beginning the shut down process for the shack 'fore the snow flies and the temp drops to -100.

Honest to goodness kids - there really ain't nothin to report. Sad, eh?

You'd think with the igloo to myself, I'd be havin' a wing ding or somethin' goin on. But nooooo. Had a date with the washin' machine. Me and the kitchen sink spent some time together. Oh - and the vacuum and I shared a rather intimate moment. Huh? OH C'MON... you know darn well what I mean. Sheesh. Filthy monkees.

So - tonight, Scrubs fillin his glass with golden nectar that is Crown Royal. And, in between folding some sheets and towels, he's puttin' his feet up and catching The Godfather II on the tube.

Chatted with the Wife earlier. She's havin a good time with gal pal the Joodster. The two of them with their scrappin' biz - In A Pinch Designs... just secured themselves another wholesale account. Some store somewhere that's gonna be carryin' their stuff. Not sure, off hand, where - but somewhere out there - ya'll are gonna be treated to some kewl paper and glue traditional scrappin'.

Oh - speakin' of scrappin... here's a little digi somethin'-er-other that Scrub put together.

As ya'll might recall, the Bro-In-Law, JR, brought over his wee fella, Whoagun, for the traditional Halloween visit. The squirt was dressed up in one of his favourite TV character costumes. So - Scrub thought "why not go all out?" hehe

I just love throwin the kids into scenes like this.

WooHoo Photoshop.


I consent. Give it to me.

Howdy kids. Scrubbie here. How are ya'll?

So - Scrub's still here.

Pumped full of Swine Flu juice. Arm is gall-darn'd sore. And, things are just tickety-boo.

Ok - for those who are pending gettin' the shot... It's not that bad. Really.

Typical shot in the arm. Left deltoid, intramuscular... just in case you were wondering.

Started earlier in the day - had to stand in line. As you can see - I was #498. I was aiming for #500. But - close enough. Stood in line for an hour and a half to get that wristband. Round these parts, all Scrubs and Scrubettes are being offered up the shot for free. This week - it's those at higher risk of complications if you were to happen to pick up H1N1. Scrub fits into that category. So - stood in line. Got my wristband. Left the clinic for a while. Went back around 5:30pm. Was in and out in about 40 mins. Smooth as silk. Everyone was just as nice as could be. Really well organized. Yep - was nothin but a positive experience.

Shot's a little different. Apparently, they're using shark liver oil as a suspension (or somethin like that). Makes the serum a little thicker than a typical shot. You can feel it. But - again... ain't that bad. Holy smoly though - talk about a sore arm afterwards. Feels like one helluva punch and bruise.

After we got the shot (the Wife and the Kid ended up comin' with. I picked up wristbands for them earlier in the day as well. Yep - they were "soooo surprised". hehehe.) (oh - and ya, they are in a higher risk category as well). Anyway... after we got the shot... nurse lady told us to make sure we move our arms. Keep 'em moving. Because the serum is thicker, she said, it can really stiffen up.

So - the Wife... came up with "choo-choo" and moving the arm. Like a train. Get it? The arm thingies of the train that makes the wheels go 'round. Get it?

The three of us - keep goin around everywhere - "Choo-Choo".

Oh ya. Not only seems to help - but gives ya a good case of the giggles too.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

"You're gonna feel a pinch."

Lord help me.

Morning kids. It's a squeamish Scrubbie here this morning.

Yes, m'darlin's - today is the day.

H1N1 shot today. Today. This afternoon. Only hours from now.

The Bro-In-Law, JR - ain't comin' with me.

The Wife - abandoned me.

The Kid - we're keepin him in school this aft instead of yanking him for the shot.

The Lunatic Dog - they wont do her.

I'm all alone.


Well - time to grow a pair. Buck up. Roll up the sleeve. And pass out like a man.

Wish me luck.

Ok - so my nephew Whogun stopped by Halloween night. The Bro-In-Law, JR brought the little fart over for a quick visit. See him there? With the Kid. Awwwwww. Cute, eh?

Like the background paper? Hop on over to my pal at Midnight Scrapping. Click away kids! Click away!

So - providing I survive the horror of this afternoon's shot in the arm... this weekend, 'da boys at Scrub's are all solo. That's right. The Wife and her gal pals are scrappin' outa town. It's a weekend affair too. Cartoons, chicken wings, pizza - here we come! WoooooooHooooooooo!

Alrighty - at this very moment - outside the window of Scrub's igloo - it is snowing.

Yes. That's right.



This means, of course, that the Wife is gonna have to wrap her scrappin' stuff pretty good in plastic to survive the trip to her Scrappy weekend by dog sled. Wouldn't want all that paper gettin' wet, would we?

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

It's the Wednesday Mash-Up!!!!!!!!!

It is hump day.

(avoiding dirty thoughts. avoiding dirty thoughts. avoiding dirty thoughts)

Greetings kids. Yer ol pal Scrubbie here. How are ya?

Alrighty - it's Wednesday which means it's the Wednesday edition of Scrubbie. Which means it's the Wednesday Mash-Up.

(I know - it sounds like every Wednesday is the Wednesday Mash-Up. When in fact, I have never really done a Wednesday Mash-Up.)

(Frankly - not even sure what it means)

Reminds me - mashed potatoes tonight. That'd be good. The Kid loves mashed spuds. Whipped. Not chunky. And gravy. The Kid loves mashed with gravy. Anything that goes with it is secondary.

He also loves mashed spuds with chunks of cheddar cheese mixed in it. And bacon bits. Cheddar-bacon mashed spuds. That have been whipped with sour cream and butter in it.

Focus Scrubbie. Focus.

Ok - so the Wednesday Mash-Up. Nothing to do with mashed potatoes.

H1N1. Vaccination. Did I mention this? Did I mention that Scrubbie is a pansy. A woosie. A funkda-doodle. When it comes to defending my family against the forces of evil - Scrub is practically in tights and a cape. SUPERSCRUB! But - wave a .5mm shiny silver barrel in front of me and I am laid out flat like Superdude and kryptonite.

I dont like needles. Syringes. Hypodermics. Gawd. Dont like em at all. I had this one nurse once who was doing the injection thing call it a Happy-Stab. Who the hell makes up a name like Happy-Stab?

And, as I have a pancreas that is on vacation - diabetes and all... means I really should go get stabbed.

The crowds are pretty thick 'round these parts to get the shot. And, tomorrow is my day. Argh. Hopefully my dear Bro-In-Law JR is gonna get stabbed too. He'll protect me.

Hey - speaking of TV...

Me and the Wife watched the remake of "V" last night.

Remember - in the 1980's?

Oh ya.... the hair. the shoulder pads.

This was smokin hot Diana - one of the leaders of The Visitors.

Here to make a buffet of the human race. And, the ones that were'nt tasty enough to put on the menu - slavery.

Yes.... every boys dream.

Then... we flash forward to 2009...

And, here we have smokin' hot Anna - leader of The Visitors.

Here to make a buffet of the human race. And, the ones that aren't tasty enough to put on the menu - slavery.

Yes.... every boys dream.

Scrubbie loves progress.

So - the show - not too bad. Not bad at all.

This Anna - she's kinda a creepy good looking. Most intriguing.

We're looking forward to seeing how this all plays out. Hopefully - this doesnt turn out to be a disaster remake. Sometimes they are. Ummmm... Knight Rider anyone?

I dont know what to put in this whole Wednesday Mash-Up thing. Sounded like a good idea.

Hey - that reminds me...

Here's another layout of the Kid.

Yes - I have been having some fun with Halloween Layouts.

Lets just say I was infected with this festive time of year.

This was the Kid last year.

Surely - the Wednesday Mash-Up could have some kind of direction. Focus. Theme. I really gotta think here.

OH! Let me just start this next sentence with one word: Ugh.

Ugh. Yeseterday, the Weather Witchdoctor tells us that snow is a real possibility.

Say it with me kids: Ugh.

The Wife is out of ink in her printer again. We go through ink like water here. Lots of printing of instructions for Scrappin' kits. Lots.

I love bacon & eggs. Breakfast. Dinner. Yesterday - had bacon & eggs for lunch. I love bacon & eggs.

I don't love needles. Syringes. Hypodermics. Happy Stab - as one very psychotic nurse once called it.

Ok - well... I don't know. This Wednesday Mash-Up thing. I don't know.

Maybe not a good idea.

I'll think on it.

By the way... my favourite colour is blue.

I dont like cats.

K. I'm done.


Not boxers.

Today anyway.


Tuesday, November 3, 2009

My Space has been invaded. And I ain't talkin' about the website.

My keyboard smells like roses.

Morning Scrublings. It's yer ol pal Scrubbie here.

What's all this then?

Keyboard is smelling sweet.

Mouse is polished.

Screen is not marred with beer stains.

Somethin's not quite right.

Wait. Wait just a minute. Wait just a cotton-picken darn minute!

Things have been womanized. Big time.

Alright. Let me take a look around here.

C Drive. Yep - things are in order.

Documents folder. Yep - ok.

Pictures. OH! Found it.

Hmmmm. Yep - just as I thought.

The Wife.


See - The Wife - last night was in need of a little creative outlettin'. As ya'll know - m'darlin is a paper scrapbookin genius. Famous across the Great White and even down with some of our neighbours in the Red White and Blue. Heck - the Wife has even done creatin' for folks in Japan.
But - last night, instead of draggin' out 5.27 metric tonnes of supplies to whip together a scrappy page - the Wife grabbed hold of the 'ol Toshiba here and went mouse happy putting together a digi-page.

Sure - some fellas would feel threatened. Ya know - the women folk treading into man territory. Taking over what little he has left to call his own. Kinda like puttin air fresheners in the garage.

Not me.

I am completely secure.

Now, if you'll excuse me. Scrub's gonna gonna go redorate
the scrappin' room here at the igloo with his collection of hubcaps. Place needs a mans touch.

While I'm gone - check out what the Wife digitized.

Nice, eh?

Monday, November 2, 2009

Thanks for the Blog

Merci, as they say in the other official language of the Great White North.

Afternoon boys & girls - tiz I - your ol pal Scrub.

JR - the Bro-In-Law. Ya'll remember him, right? Ripped. Dashing. An arse that just dont quit? Ya - him.

Well, JR has graciously given Scrub yet another blog entry.

See - my dear bro-in-law, whom I love very much, is a wonderful man. Good to his fam. Faithful. Caring. And, generously gives Scrub tidbits to blog about.

Take for example... just a few weeks ago, the dear fella gives Scrub a call on the hooter and the following conversation ensues:

Scrub: Hello?

JR: Hey.

Scrub: JR!

JR: Scrubbie!

Scrub: Whassup?

JR: Nothin'

Scrub: Kewl.

JR: Hey

Scrub: What?

JR: Guess what I'm dressing up as?

Scrub: What?

JR: Zorro

Scrub: How does your boss at work feel about this?

JR: No - for Halloween

Scrub: Oh. Kewl.


Scrub: Ya know, JR... The whole "Zorro" and the whole "The Gay Blade" thing... this is prime fodder for the ol blog, ya know.

JR: Ya. I know.


So, as you can well imagine - for the past number of weeks, I have sat in antici.... .... .... .... pation. (homage to Rocky Horror there).

And, as sure as the sun rises in the morn - my dear Bro-In-Law, in all his fabulousness... adorned with fake guy-hooker boots and all... arrived in his blacks and cape to strut his stuff.

Wanna see?

Oh - there ya go kids.

Ain't that awesome!

Personally, I think this is a good look for the 'ol boy.

Bein' all into "one-up-manship" - next year,
Scrub's gonna wear an outfit as well.

Wanna see?

Scroll down please.

I see you shiver with antici .... .... .... .... pation.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

I'm Just A Sweet Transvestite

No doubt you are all raising an eyebrow right 'bout now.

Heydee ho boys & girls. It's yer ol pal Scrub here. How are ya?

No. In today's posting title, I was not referring to a fundamental shift in my sexual identity. No. Sheesh.

But, I gotta tell ya kids - there's just something not right about sittin' at home and watching. Just not right.

I refer, of course, to a home viewing of THE ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW.

At home - there's no throwing of toast. Or rice. Or the squirting up into the air of water.

At home - there's no crowds shouting obscenities at the screen.

At home - there's no dressing in garters, stockings, bling'd out monster heels and applying sweet glorious ruby red lipstick, delicious blue eye shadow and a string of honkin' huge pearls. Well not regularly. Thursday nights don't count.

All that stuff - only happens at the movie-house. And, it is such an important part of the whole Rocky experience.

Have you been?

Alright - if you haven't - you really must. Seriously. Find a showing at a theatre near you. Don't worry about anything - just go. Enjoy. Then come back. Trust me.

But - last evening, me, the Wife and our good friend Hurricane... (you remember Hurricane don't you? Stops to pee at a stranger's house. Target of voodoo practitioners? Ya - her) So - we all watched Rocky on TV last night.

I never really knew some of the dialog.

However, despite all the extras that normally go along with a showing of Rocky - I did find myself smiling for an hour and a half whist watching it.

Lets face it - Tim Curry as Frankie, Richard O'Brien as Riff Raff - how can you not smile each and every time they are on screen?

And, of course, yesterday was October 31st. Which means - Halloween.

The Kid and his punk friends - they got together to go and do a little Trick or Treatin'. Came back. Sugared up. And, there was a sleepover at Scrub's.

Scary movies. Candy. Late night Macaroni & Cheese.

As usual - good times.