Out with the old. In with the new.

Howdy kids.

So - the dreaded clean out and clean up has begun. It started with the outside - have to hunker down for the winter which will eventually come upon us. Ya know - packing stuff away; taking down the patio stuff; gettin' the Christmas lights up now so I dont have to do it in a blizzard. All that.

Then - because I needed space in the engine room to pack everything away - the clean out and clean up continued there. Argh.

But - whilst rummaging - I came across a few scrappy layouts that we had packed away. These are additional ones that are all trashed because of the fire. (New readers - the wife and I lost our house and everything in it to fire a while back. Everyone made it out alright - but surprisingly... it has taken pretty much this long to get 'round to really going through a few boxes of stuff that we managed to salvage out of it all. Weird, huh)

Anyway - the layouts. Right. That's what I was talkin' about. So - we have these layouts that are bent, mouldy, mucky - basically trash. But, there they are. So - I have been working on a few of them and making them into digital layouts. Kewl, huh. I'm scanning the photos - doing a little Photoshop magic to clean them up, then taking the look of the layout and redoing them digitally. Tons'o'fun - gotta tell ya.

So - that first pic up there is the scanned image. I didn't scan the whole 12x12 - suffice to say, black border, steelish grey paper, screw head stickers - yadda yadda yadda. But, you can see the watermarks on it, brads missing etc. In this case, I even took the original TOOL TIME cutout title and used the letters - cleaned them up, made a new border etc.

And - voila - the digital redo.

I have a bunch more of them that I am going to work on as well. Will preserve what I can and say CYA LATER to the rest.

Ahhhh - it's all kinda therapuetic in a way, isn't it?

One awesome last note - one of the pics was the wife's and my engagement picture. Thought that was a gonner.

Will keep ya'll posted.

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Strippers, Pizza and Beer. Welcome to MY world.

A Yellow Finch - in November??!! Yes - it's true. Told ya it was beeeuteeeful 'round these parts, didn't I?

So, it's no secret that I have adult ADHD. My attention span is - well, non existent. If there's somethin' shiny - whoops... hey look at that! Know what I mean?

Every now and then, I think to myself - "I think I am done with this digital scrappin' thing. It was fun. But, time to move on." Then, yesterday, I went to the local cheap print place 'cause they have a great sale on printing 8x10's right now for 49 cents. Ya - .49! I went and had some of my fav digi layouts that I have done printed off in 8x8 so I'd have somethin pretty to look at when on the potty. Oh gawd - did I just say that out loud. Where's that delete key? Anyway - GEEZ - they are way kewl! It's awesome seein' them actually printed off. So - my interest level has gone way up again. LOL! It's not like I am short of supplies or anything - the 'ol external drive is just 'a burstin' at the electronic seams with shtuff. So - time to double click on that Photoshop thing and do a few more. Strike while the iron is hot, right?

Hey - speaking of this weekend (yesterday's post. c'mon, keep up) - Scrubbie's a bachelor. And, 'cause the kid's on his God overnight thing - I gots Friday night all to my lonesome! Woo-frackin'-hoo! LOL. What's a fella to do. Hmmmmm - strippers? Party? Wings, pizza and beer in my jockey shorts that I turned inside out to get an extra few days wear? Let's get real here kids - Scrubbie's gonna flop in front of the tube for a couple hours and go to be early. I'm over 40 and I'm a dad. It is what I do.

Heeee's Back

Evening boys & girls. Scrubbie's back. I know - it's only been a couple 'a days - and I know some of ya'll are goin' through withdrawl - but not to worry - I am still here! *grin

So - there is so much to say! Let's get right to it then.

1. To my neighbours south of the border - CONGRATS on your elections! Who am I? Ahhhh - basically a nobody, but I am glad you shouted out to have President Elect Obama as captain of the ship. Seems like a reasonable fella. And history was made. There have been so many outstanding quotes over the last 24 hours - but one that I particularly liked was in our national newspaper here in the Great White. It read "Rosa Parks sat so Martin Luther King could walk. Martin Luther King walked so Obama could run. Obama ran so our children could fly." (or something to that effect). Ya - I think that shouts volumes.

2. The pic there - it's the kid and Scrubbie's mommy. Ain't they just the pair?

3. Weather (it's what we Canucks talk about - get used to it). Holy geez - it's been 20 degrees here the last two days and we get another tomorrow! Not 100% sure what that is in fluff'n'height - but suffice to say it's T-shirt weather. Sunny and warm! WooHoo!

4. It's Wednesday and you know what that means! KNIGHT RIDER! Oh ya baby.

5. The kid is taking off on Friday for an overnight thingy with this youth group he hangs with. Wednesday nights he goes to a youth program and they are doing an all nighter even this weekend. It is a whole lot of games, some football, some swimming, pizza and bevvies, little bit of God thrown in here and there. Should be good. The problem is - Saturday morning when the little fart comes home - he's gonna be tired, cranky. Hopefully - the lad will sleep.

6. And finally - the news came out today that it appears that the body of a teen found earlier today is that of Brandon Crisp. You might recall a few entries ago - I did a small "Scrubbie Aside" hoping that this young fella might stumble across it. I was so hoping that the story would have a happy ending. It does appear that this is not the case. Words cannot express the sorrow that the wife and I feel for the Crisp family. Mr & Mrs Crisp - if you are reading: THIS IS NOT YOUR FAULT. Places traded, the wife and I would have done and would still do the EXACT SAME THING. We hope you find peace in the days, weeks, months and years to come.

I know readers - doesn't that just suck.

Ahhh - another All Hallows Eve has come and gone. Great this year. They kid and a couple of his punk friends got together to head out. Hurricane Rona stopped by for a visit. Couple 'a cocktails were flowing. James Bond movie to wrap up the night. Ya - all in all - good times.

Oh - and my niece and nephew stopped by too. Whogun and Dancer - you remember them from previous posts, right? JR and Dutchie's brats? Yep - they were decked out to the nine's as well. Whoosh!

So, here's the deal: One parent came by dressed up, bag the size of a house in hand, and while escorting a couple of his malformed offspring (assumed) he also puts out his bag and says he is collecting for the little one in the stroller. IN THE STROLLER? Are you kidding me? There are so many things wrong with this on so many levels. 1. You don't feed candy to a baby. What are you doing here pal - starting a collection for later in life like some kinda candy trust fund or something? 2. Do you really think I believe you here? The truth is you are collecting additional sweeties for your own brats and for yourself. Sheesh. Get a life dude. (I am sure he's reading this - so I can't name names here. Dave from #287 up the street would be sooo embarassed if I did)

And, November is upon us! Geez - the calendar is just flyin' by.

The wife is out Scrapbookin' today at a crop and I am at home with the kid. The wife's gal pal Judy is entrusting her eldest to me for the day. Bwaa-haa-haa! Ya.... the kid is gonna know what's it is like to put in a full day's yard work by time I'm done with him.

Torres swings both ways!

Grey's Anatomy - dont'cha just love it.

The wife and I like to take in Survivor and then Grey's on a Thursday night. Did ya watch tonight? Pigs - sheesh. Blech. I tell ya - I much prefer working in HR than in medicine!

Like the pic? It's the Mother-In-Law when she was but a chick of 18. The wife wasn't even a glint in her mama's eye yet.

So - tomorrow is All Hallow's Eve. The kid was flippin' back and forth for a bit as to whether or not he was going to go out for it this year. But, when he heard that his punk friends are all headin' out as a group - he decided he was going to be in with the crowd. Dead Mime. Yes - you read that correctly - the kid fancies going out for Hallowe'en as a dead Mime. LOLOLOLOLOL. Oh - I don't know! I don't know where he got the idea from. But, there it is. So, the wife and I toodled out today to pick up some whiteface make up, pair of white gloves for a buck, couple of other doo-dads. Tomorrow - we have to put it all together.

Speakin of headin' out. The wife and I took a lunch break together today. We have a local farmer's market that goes on Thursday and Saturday every week. Lots of vendors peddling belts and socks, apples and mushroom, fresh veggies, meats and a whole lot more. So - off we went to enjoy a sausage on a bun and take in the sights. Chilly - but good times. Bumped into the kid's former after-school babysitter who was also there with her eldest son who WAS a young fella - not so much anymore. Sheesh.

Oh, hey... the Bro-In-Law and I went to the gym tonight to sweat off a couple 'a pounds. NO NAKED GUY tonight! WooooooHooooooo! *grin

So - that's about it for the moment. Catch ya'll tomorrow - hopefully with pics of a dead Mime to share.

Welcome to KIM! Kim just hopped on board as a follower today. Kim is a digi-designer from Philly in the good 'ol US of A.

Listen kids - if you are signing on as a follower - be sure to drop a note or leave a comment so I know who you are. As the 'ol list grows - dummy Scrubbie is gonna start to not know who's new anymore.

Nighty-Night!

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'.

7am

Kitchener-Waterloo, Ontario, Canada

7:00 am
Wednesday October 29, 2008

Snow.

Frack.

And, that's all I gots to say 'bout that.