If Saturday was a dinner - here is the recipe.

And so it begins.

Morning boys & girls - tiz yer ol pal Scrubbie here. How ya'll doin this A.M.??

It's another Saturday in the big city. WOOHOO! Scrub loves Saturdays. In fact, I'd have to say Saturday's are way up there in the list along with Sandwiches, Star Trek and Whiskey. A lot to live up to... I know.

So ya... Saturday in the big city. It's a full one today kids.

First - the Wife - buggerin' off for a day of Scrappin with the gal pals. Gotta load up the go-kart and drop her and her small warehouse of supplies off this morn. (Well... that's not really 'first'. The real 'first of the day' will be draggin' the Kid and his arse outa bed. A chore in itself.)

Then, the Kid has a meet N greet with his soccer pals this morn. The soccer season fires up next week with practice number 1. So, today, the little testosterones are all gettin' together to get their new shirts and shorts etc. Get a chance to meet each other. That sorta stuff.

Front yard -needin' a trim. That'll be on the agenda today.

Hittin' the local trading post to source out some local grub to cook up for the Kid and me.

The interior of the Scrub shack is needin' a little TLC. Gotta get 'round to that.

And, of course, while all that is happening - Scrub'll have the local police scanner tuned in and turned up to see what all the action is.

Yes, m'lovelies... Saturdays are a great thing.

Might even get a little digiscrappin' in today. Wanna see a pic of the neice?

It's A Wonderful Day in the Neighbourhood

... a wonderful day in the neighbourhood. Won't you be my... won't you be my.... neighbour.

Howdy boys & girls - tiz yer ol pal Scrub here. How are ya?

First - to our red white and blue neighbours to the south - the spelling of neighbours. I know. Different. But - hey - that's how we roll here in the Great White. We also spell the word colour... well... c.o.l.o.u.r. See... in the dead of winter - well, most of the time really... when we've got nothin' else to do - we just throw random letters into words for fun. Honestly - it's mostly to see who's not giddy on wobbly pops. If they catch the extra vowel - we know their stone sober and alright to take the dogs out for a run with the sled. Welcome to Canada, eh.

So kids - today is a great day! Why? Well, let me fill ya in.

See - over the past few weeks, the Wife and me and our deal pal Hurricane (you remember Hurricane, right? Bankrupts airlines. Tackles tricky and congested driving scenes by rolling down the window and yelling "MY TURN". Considers triple strength instant coffee a food group. Ya - her.) Anyway... me, the Wife and Hurricane usually sit ourselves down on a Monday night to catch all the action on a little program called 24. Jack Bauer. "Trust me". Body counts rising by the minute. The moment you get to know a character, they blow up. Ya - you got it.

But... the past few weeks... me, the Wife and Hurricane have not been able to sit down to enjoy our weekly run of Bauer and 24. Quite a few weeks, as a matter of fact. 6 weeks to be exact.

BUT!!!!!.... Fear not, my friends! Here, in the Great White, we have this technology that allows us to take programs on the moving picture machine and - brace yourselves - RECORD IT FOR FUTURE VIEWING!!!! Hallelujah!!!!! (C'mon... I'm a dude and have to have my toys, right?)

So - today is the day kids.

Went and fetched some meat from the local trading post. Will be firing up the 'ol fire pit. Hurricane is coming over. (reminds me... gotta pay insurance next week.) Got the good 'ol Crown Royal ready to pour. Yes, today is the day. It's a 24 marathon!

Gawddamm - life is grand.

Sharing Happiness ! !

Hey kids - it's yer old pal Scrub here. How are ya?

Alrighty - lets talk about Sharing Happiness, shall we? No, I'm not talking about wrapping big, brawny and fantastically ripped Scrubbie arms around you... no. no.

Nor am I suggesting that Scrub and the wife have hit the jackpot in the local Great White lottery and we're gonna start spreading the wealth like peanut butter on morning whole wheat toast. While delicious... this is not what I'm going at here.

No kids... in this case, Scrub is commenting on the fact that one of his groovy email addy's he uses for his noble volunteer work was grabbed by someone else and used to send out some stupid email with the subject "Sharing Happiness ! !" and gave Scrubs colleagues and network (that includes local police big shots, movers and shakers of some half million people and some of the fancy-schmancy government big shots that rule the roost 'round these parts) some bizarre song and dance about spreading the love and inheriting money and crap like that.

And - to top it all off... Scrub's gonna put on his Sunday best in a week to host and emcee the mega event of the year where all of these pillars of the community will be hob-knobbin' with each other.

Oh ya - I look like a friggin' ass right now. Frack.

The Wife

Howdy Kidlings - it's yer ol pal Scrubbie here. How are ya?

It's April 4th. Special day.

See, today is The Wife's Birthday!

It was !! years ago that The Wife came into this world. Scrub, for one, is glad is around. I'd have been talkin to myself these past 20 some years if she wasn't here.



Ain't she gorgeous?

So, here... on the interweb... I just wanna tell the world... how much I love this woman.

And, to wish her a very happy birthday.

I love ya darlin'.

And speakin' of Hurricane...

Speakin of Hurricane... here's an update: After grounding and bankrupting an entire airline just by booking a seat and travellin' to some sun-shiney island somewheres last week, our dear pal Hurricane has managed to fanagle herself and her two offspring a ride home. US Airways. Yes - if you have a ticket, you might wanna check your cancellation insurance. Anyways... the ol gal is jettin' home tomorrow.

But... on that note of our deal pal Hurricane and her bein' the "eye of the storm" and all....

ya'll might recall an entry some time back called Vroom-Vroom. Go ahead - take a peek if ya like. This interweb thingy is really the bees knees, aint it?

Ok, back? Kewl. Anyway - in that entry, ya'll read about good 'ol Hurricane securing herself a new set'a wheels for toddlin' around town with.

Just realized....

The new set'a wheels.....

A horseless buggy made by Saturn.

Saturn.

And....

Yes.....

Work with me here kids....

They aint in business no more.

Are ya seein' the pattern?

Thought I was exaggerating. Didn't ya?

WARNING! WARNING!

Howdy kids! It's yer old pal Scrubbie here! How the frack are ya?

I know, eh.... like... seriously. I haven't had nuthin' to say.

Today.... I do.

Alrighty - got yer coffee in hand? Right then. Here we go.

So - ya'll recall the wife and me have a dear friend named Hurricane, right? Remember her? Dynamite under the driveway. Unknowingly gives theives who just cleared out a neighbours house clear directions back to the highway. Walks into someone's house thinking it was her pals... announces she's gotta pee.... only to find out all the people in the house are actually there for a wake for their dear pappy who just passed from this earth. Yep - her.

So - our dear pal Hurricane is a tireless worker. She slugs it out pretty hard every day. Trading skins and furs to keep herself in cookies and bling. But, in a moment of weakness, decided she needed a vacation. Take a little trip to where there ain't snow fer a change. And, takes her offspring with her too. Scrub - I takes them to the local airplane take-off facility and see them off.

Scrub gets back home to the igloo and with every conversation he has with pals - they all say "what's that? Hurricane? On a plane? On vacation? Geez - wonder what disaster's gonna happen now?!" Then - we all giggle.

C'mon - what are the chances, eh?

THIS IS HURRICANE! THIS IS HURRICANE, PEOPLE! The chances are 100%

While our dear pal Hurricane is basking in the sunshine in warmer locales with her two brats.... Scrub hears on the portable audio box that "Skyservice today has announced it has ceased operations and is now in receivership."

Yep - Skyservice. That's Hurricane's airline. Well - let me qualify that.... it WAS Hurricane's airline.

In one fleeting moment in time, in this... the year of our Lord, two-thousand ten... our dear pal Hurricane has managed to bankrupt and ground an entire airline.

So - on behalf of our dear pal Hurricane - I'd like to apologize to the 800+ employees of Skyservice Airlines as well as to the thousands of passengers who were either scheduled to fly to vacation destinations around the world or who are there already and are now swapping seashells and sand sculptures for space in the cargo compartments of flights to get back home.

I must point out - just as with the dynamite under the driveway... just as with the house being struck by lightening (twice)... just as with the plane that crash landed in the front yard of her igloo... somehow... SOMEHOW... "it's not 'my' fault".

No, No Hurricane. It's not your fault. But, somehow... SOMEHOW... you are the eye of the storm.

As a public service, I shall, from this day forth, post Hurricanes travel plans, whereabouts and schedules right here on this blog.

Don't say I didn't warn ya kids.

I will stop writing now and continue my last few days of guaranteed peace and serenity whilst Hurricane is outa the country. I suggest all those of you north of the border... do the same.

Regrets

Huh? 2010? Whaaaaat?!?!?!

Howdy kids - tiz your old pal Scrubbie here. Happy New Year.

Havent blogged in a while. I know. I really havent had much to say. Oh sure - I could spin a yarn about the nasty dogsled accident that left me in a coma. And how through it all, I could hear the Wife talkin to me while I lay in sterile hospital room - sayin things like "where the hell did you put the scissors?" Then, just a few days ago - popped my eyes open thinking it had only been a couple of hours while to my shock and horror - finding out the year had turned, the kid got married, the lunatic dog had pups (even though she had her u-hoo taped shut) and I had grown a third eye.

Sure - that'd be fun. Interesting, even. Funny, in a dark and tragic sorta way.

But it aint true. And ya'll already know that if it goes up on the blog - there's gotta be truth to it.

No... Scrub just hasn't had much to say.

Today, however... I do.

Ahem.... (clearing throat)

Trek.

Star Trek.

Love Trek.

All kindsa Trek. New and Old.

Know lots about it.

Lots.

But....

This, my friends, is simply wrong.

I don't know who these people are.

Don't really need to.

All I know is... they need help.

And, one day, they'll regret this photo.

And that boys and girls - is all I gotta say.