Another Scrubbie Surprise!

Morning boys & girls. Yer favourite Uncle Scrubbie here. How are ya?

Oh kids - Scrub has a mega treat for ya this mornin'!

First - Scrub has to thank his pappy. See... Papa Scrub is one of them thar peeple that just gets the giggles over sending out email jokes. Ya know how it is - those constantly moving "hey... check this out!" messages that fill yer inbox. Now... don't tell anyone - but Scrub is one of those that generally don't get into opening up all them email. I dunno... kinda reminds me of bein a young testosterone and trolling for gal-pals at those seedier alternative bars. You take your chances. Know what I mean? Viruses. Bugs. Never know what yer gonna get when you open up.... well - no need to explain further, I'm sure.

But - when the message popped up in my interweb thing - the title included words that attracted Scrub like a moth to a flame. In fact, you might even say "Resistance was futile."

Scrub does have to warn ya though - this may not be for everyone. Sure... some of you will just howl. Wenchie - I can only imagine the Timmies will be pourin out the nostrils. You are duly forewarned.

Others of you who are of the fairer sex - I got a 50/50 chance this will generate the kinda giggles it did for me. If you are one of them that doesn't quite appreciate it - find someone in yer life with a willie. Sit him down. Dial up Scrubbie and go to it.

Oh - and ya... Scrub has already forwarded to all his pals with the message "Hey - check this out!" Guilty as charged.

Kids - get ready for yet another Scrubbie Surprise!

All set? Okie Dokie... CLICK AWAY!

Therapy - here I come.

Morning Kids!

It's time for another SCRUBBIE SURPRISE! Have fun.

PS - there is something slightly disturbing about knowing when your parents were doin the nasty. Dont'cha think?

Scrubbie's on the air.

Evenin' kids - Scrubbie here.

Well, Scrubbie was on the radio. I'll share a lil' secret with ya. Just 'tween us though. Scrubbie has a day job that doesn't involve blogging.

Phew - confession is good for the soul. Now, the secret is out.

So - Scrub got invited to hit the airwaves and share his insight and expertise with a hungry audience. Bwaaa-haa-haa! Oh my goodness. Went well though. Mr. Radio Host has invited me back again. Geez - maybe Scrub'll get to take over the world via the interweb and the listening world. HeeeHeee.

Hey - here's some excitin' news. Hurricane Rona - our dear friend and walking disaster-waiting-to-happen - she sells sanctuary. Oh hey - that sounds like a song. So, Hurricane - she is a real estate agent. The 'ol dear has just invaded the igloo here for a wee drop 'a Crown and Cola to celebrate another successful igloo sale. Way to go Hurricane. You go girl. No - seriously... Go - it's time to go. Scrub's gotta have a nap. Oh well - looks like she's settlin' in. (I'll just yawn a couple 'a times and leave the wife to entertain. Oh, how deliciously evil.)

Speakin' of the wife... among all her myriad of talents - she's also one of these "go into your house and make fun of everything you own, then rearrange and redecorate to make it look all purty" people. Ya know - like the ones ya see on the tube all the time. She doesn't have a token gay male friend to tag along though who is just as over the top about decorating. This makes her sad. Anyway - she just got home after spending other people's money. This makes her happy. It's a simple life, ain't it?

Well - it's February 9 or 10 or somethin. That means that we are creepin up to Valentines Day. With that in mind - Scrub does wanna set the record straight here. Scrubbie LOVES the Wife. Oodles and oodles. We have been hooked up for more than half our lives. Get that into ya! High school. Yep - there's where it all started. The wife - an artist - pretty sure I've mentioned that once before. On the front lawn of our high school - she and I sat there and she painted my running shoes. Ok, Ok - I know - it's kinda weird to read about it on the interweb, but there it is. That's what happened.

Took the darlin' to her prom. She was a hottie. Still is, as a matter of fact. Ya - Scrub did alright.

There's more to the story - I'll fill ya in later.

For now though - I'll give ya a wee peek into our smoochie lives.
Check out this SCRUBBIE SURPRISE. Says it all.

(New to a Scrubbie Surprise? - It's just a link that'll take you somewhere else - don't worry - never anything naughty)

A quickie. No - not that! You naughty monkeys.

Morning darlin's - so to honour the arrival of the fat man in the red suit (Santa - not me) to inspire Christmas shoppers everywhere at your local mega mall, and to mark today when the kid goes to ride on a float in the Santa parade in the big city, Scrubbie and the fam wanna give you a lil' somethin-somethin.

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16 down and 6855676510 to go

Ya know - there's just somethin' immensely satisfyin' about digging through some old pics. Kinda like digging for treasure or somethin. Found a pic today of the kid a few years ago when we did the punkin' patch thing. I remember the day - it was grand.

Now - a few years later - the kid is growin' up. Which brings us to today's noteworthy item - the after school dance. Yes boys & girls - the kid had his very first school dance. At the tender age of 12, the report when he came home started with "I did two slow-dances!" - said with that non-chalant "low voice" he puts on when he is REALLY keen on something but tries to stay very kewl about it. *grin

The wife and I dig in a little deeper.

"Oh - and how did you 'slow dance'?" we ask.

"Waist and shoulders." he says.

The wife is particularly alarmed. You see - as far as she is concerned, she only shot the kid outa the chute a couple 'a days ago so he's still a baby in her eyes.

I'm not that much different I guess. Although.... I dunno... maybe bein' a guy, I take it all a little more in stride. Or, maybe it's just 'cause we guys tend to root on other guys when it comes to this sorta thing. It's ingrained in us to do so. Whoop Whoop!

Mark this day on your calendars kids- the day that Scrubbie will be eating his words.
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Excuse me Scrubs - just for a second here...

HEY STEVE: Wed night bud - no Knight Rider up in the Great White! I think Barack took over the airwaves. Think I'll have to take my go-kart out for a toodle and take'r up to 250mph just to get my fix. Oh - wait... she starts to fly apart at 60. Never mind.

Ok kids - I'm back. Thanks.
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The wife and I really do enjoy watching "Big Bang Theory" on TV. That show just cracks us up. LOL.

Ya'll remember my Geek friend Jim? Ya, well.... we can relate.
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And, finally - a little welcome to "Rachel" and her brood for hopping on board the Scrubbie train. Good to have you here!

I know I have missed a few of the recent "followers" - but, Scrubbie's brain is kinda mushy. Why? Oh - c'mon - you read my blog! How could it NOT be mush!?

Suffice to say - I am thrilled to have you all on board. Thanks tons.

It's no secret that my plan is to take over the world. So - that is 16 down and only 6855676510 to go. Bwaa-ha-ha.

Check out this Scrubbie Surprise. Gee - that's a whole lotta 'gettin jiggy with it'.

X marks the spot.

Lets see:

Yesterday - I had about 40 bucks in the 'ol bank account.
Today - Yep - it's still there.

Yesterday - that dang pimple on the chin.
Today - yep - the wee bugger's still there.

Yesterday - lunatic dog.
Today - lunatic dog.

Yesterday - minority Conservative Government
Today - Yep - still the same.

Ahhh - I love a democracy! hehehe.

Hey boys & girls - Scrubbie here (in case you weren't sure). So - for all you non-Canucks takin' a boo at Scrubbie's blatherings - yesterday, we up here in the Great White went to the election polls to pick ourselves a new government. Sounds quite official doesn't it? Well - don't forget... us Canucks are pretty laid back most of the time and don't take ourselves too seriously. So with that in mind... the official NATIONAL ELECTION being spoken of was, for Scrubbie and the wife, a trip to the Baptist Church just down the road where we strolled through the fallen leaves into the gymnasium where we were greeted by a number of older ladies who were taking their job of making sure we were who we said we were pretty darn seriously. We got a little slip of paper with a bunch of candidate names on them. We marked an X in the little circle of the person we thought would do a pretty good job representing our community in the capital of the country - Ottawa, and then we came home and had tea. Put this way - pretty much just another day.

But - I do have to say a couple things here. First - Thank Goodness (or God, Gods, Higher Beings, Cheese - whatever applies to you) that we at least have the Opportunity to take part in a democratic election. To all you Grandfathers and Great Grandpappies that took to the oceans, beaches and shores to defend the right to do so - Thanks a whole Scrubbie-bunch!

Second - only 59% of the country's population got off their arses to go out and vote. 59%. Sheesh. I'll only say this once kids - that's pathetic. Accoring to the little blog tracker thingy I got down there somewhere - there are folks havin' a peek at Scrubbie here from places where you don't get to take a leisurly stroll through the fallen leaves to the local Baptist Church where you are greeted by old ladies and you get to put a little X in your choice of representative and then go home and have tea - all without the fear of being shot. Hey - just somethin' to think about.

So boys & girls - there ya go. My tirade for the day.

Excuse me Scrubs - just for a second. Mr. Stephen Harper is once again the Prime Minister of Canada and I am sure he's reading this. Gotta do an ASIDE moment:

Mr. Prime Minister: Congratulations on securing the role in Ottawa for another couple 'a years. Please, Please, Please - do a good job for us! Thank-you sir. If you have any questions that I can help you out with - just leave a comment here and I'd be happy to reply. Oh - don't forget to sign yourself up as a follower! Once again Mr. Prime Minister - Congratulations!

Ok Scrubs - I'm back. Thanks.

In spite of complaining; in spite of whining; in spite of everything - I am VERY, VERY, VERY... well - check out this SCRUBBIE SURPRISE. It pretty much says it all.

Later kids!

Another Scrubbie Surprise

Morning Kids.

I am absolutely BLOWN AWAY at everyone who is visiting Scrubbie's world here. Countries from around the world. I just get the giggles every time I check the online tracker thingy to see where folks are coming from. Just wanna say thanks.

So - in a tribute to the Scrubbie Nation -
here's a SCRUBBIE SURPRISE for your entertainment.

(New to the blog? A Scrubbie Surprise is a link that you can click on to just go for the ride. Ya never know what you'll find.)

Among the layouts that I worked on last night while the wife and I had the engine room to ourselves was this one of the nephew Whoagun. Oh - how traditional. hehehehe

Van Man, The Beast and Icky Dick.

Kids - the wife and I were gigglin' our arse's off this aft outdoors in the sunshine. We suddenly realized that we both are big fans of creating TITLES for various characters that have sauntered in and out of our lives. Allow me to share:

VAN MAN. Cripes - years ago when the wife and I were living in an apartment along the student ghetto street in town here - Hazel Street (blech), there was this dude that decided to take up residence in the parking lot. He was creepy, icky, and just about as nasty as you can get. Lived in this sh*tbox blue van. Even had an extension cord coming from the apartment building out to his van. Let's not even talk about the bathroom issues here. When the wife and I packed up and left after the last time that the apartment building was surrounded by police, we moved into our first house. I think it was, oh, about a week and a half after the official move in and who do we see across the street from our lovely home - VAN MAN! The wife and I did a few things at that moment: 1. FREAKED OUT. 2. Drank heavily 3. Hid indoors. FORTUNATELY - turned out VAN MAN was just visiting some nasty folks who were on their way out of the place across the street. Let's all say together: PHEW!

THE BEAST. Yes, The Beast. The wife and I were camping a number of years ago. We are quiet campers. We don't use the electrical sites. The hot entertainment is CBC radio. If we aren't making food, clearing up from eating food, or simply relaxing - then we're playing Cribbage. A few sites down and across from us, there was this couple. A mouse of a guy - couple of feet tall and skinny... wow... would fall over if the wind blew. Then there was his darling wifeypoo. Not a little gal. Know that the wife and I are not "ewwww fat" or "ewwww skinny" types. But, important to know that the wife certainly had the edge on the dude. And, soft and gentile would not be the most appropriate adjectives for her. One sunny afternoon, the wife and I were hangin' out - just doin' our thing - when we hear a voice bellow through the woods. Loud enough to make leaves fall and small rodents run. Crass enough to make hair grow on babies. Shrill enough to crack stone. It was the wife across the way communicating with her mouse of a dude. "MOVE YOUR ASS.. I'M HUNGRY". Yes - it was at that moment that we crowned her "The Beast".

Finally - Icky Dick. Oh - let's call it 10 years ago. The kid was just surfing his first birthday. The wife had a wonderful thought. Let's babysit someone else's brat for a while. So we did. We knew this couple from Birthing Class (or whatever the hell you call it) and they were spouting out a kid roughly the same time we were. So, their kid, coming up to his first birthday as well, was the choice. So - creepy parents turn up with their pasty white kid who knew only one thing... how to whine and cry. Argh. Anyway - came time to change the diaper. Well - from that moment forward, the kid was christened with his "Scrubbie and Wife" nickname. Important to know: his real name was Brian. Not Richard.

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Have a great night!