Mid June! What the heck!

I know - I know... mid June already. Where has the time gone!

Heya kiddie winks - your old pal Scrubbie on the interweb once again.

Gee willikers - to say that life's been busy is a bit of an understatement. But - allow me get ya'll caught up.

First - was Scrubs Burrfday just t'other day. No kiddin'. Oh - oodles of fun! Mamma Scrub, Pappa Scrub and Scrubs Bro all pitched in to ensure Scrub had some drinkin' stuff for his burrfday. Sure - you know.... Crown. Me and Crown... been good pals for a long time. This year, no different. (Yes, Yes... all you non-Canucks are thinkin all we do is suck back whisky and brew in the Great White. Well... ummmm.... ya. Ok. We do that. WHAT!? It keeps us warm.) And, the OutLaws and all Scrubs pals joined in for some celebratory moments too. Thanks everyone. Brung tears to m'eyes.

Second - Scrub's gots himself a Blackberry. Yep - one of them "walk around and talk to people phone thingy's that has email and everything on it." Had it sewn in to my forearm. Damn thing keeps buzzin and chimin'. Non stop. Apparently... (get this into ya)... it even does the interweb thing! Gawd - never been so hooked up. Oh - best part of all... GPS built right in! And, faithful Scrubs round the world will know that this old fella here aint gots no sense of direction whatsoever. So - darnd good thing that GPS is inter-hooked or whatever. GPS? Ya know - Gawd Please Save me. I'm lost. Ya... that.

Next - The wife - she's a brunette! Holy Crap! Came through the door and WHUMP - brunette. Went to one of them magic shops for a couple of hours. Came home. And, now, we are headin out to pick out new shampoo, make up and wardrobe cause apparently nothing matches anymore. Oh - and we have to paint the igloo too. Seriously.

And, finally - the whole Scrub fam got together for the annual Family Reunion. Nah - didn't tell ya'll about it in advance. Too much of an opportunity to take us all out in one swoop. Good times. Had the whole fam out for some giggles and kicks. And, we are all about the food. So - there was an abundance of it there. I tell ya... good times all around.

Snapped a few pics of some of the lunatics at the family reunion. One pic of my cuzin Andrew came out pretty good. And, just happened to have a little digi-paper lyin around. So quick whipped together a bit of somethin somethin. Wanna see?

There's the wee fella. Good guy. Like him a lot.

He's a hubby, a dad. Just plain 'ol nice guy.

But - to be honest... most of the fam are great.

I like 'em all.

Alot.

In doses.

Alert!

GAWD! Not another one!

Mornin' kids - your old pal Scrub here.

Oh yes - another one. Terrifying, ain't it?

They just keep coming.

Nothin we can do about it.

Well - I guess there is somethin we could do about it. But, I am more than confident (meanin' pretty damn'd sure) that SOMEONE would have SOMETHIN to say about it.

It's not like when you gots too many of those darn'd geese around and you gotta pull out the sling shot to cut down the poplulation.

Or when the moose all decide to take up residence on the front lawn of the igloo and badda-boom, badda-bing - we gots moose burgers for dinner for the next 3 months.

No - this is a little different.

Huh? What am I talkin about? Oh sorry - thought ya'll were caught up on this.

Teenagers. Motly. Unruly. Unkempt. Loud. Smelly. Zitty faced. Voice crackly. Ya know - teenagers.

Like a pestilence they are. They'da talked more about 'em in the Bible - along with the frogs and the locusts... but, ran outa room.

The kid? No, No. Not yet. Comin' though. *sigh.

No - in this case we're talkin about Bing of Bing and Bong fame. Ya, the lad hit the magic number recently. 14.

Oh - alright... ya got me. It aint that bad. In fact, in this case, I gotta admit - we love the lil bugger. He's a good kid. Practically one of our own.

So - I'll just sing HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU. HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR BI-IN-ING. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUUUUU. We love ya sport.

American Idol

I gotta admit - it was pretty damn'd good.

Morning Kids - tiz your old pal Scrub.

Sittin' here this morning bleary-eyed and bangin on the keyboard. Hmmm? Bleary-eyed? Oh - well, lets not forget, Scrubbie is an old fart. He likes to hit the sack early. Wake up a dozen times to piddle in the potty. Then get up at 6am to suck back his early morning cuppa tea. But - stayed up last night to take in American Idol. And, I gotta admit... for a show that is a lot about eye-candy... it was pretty damn'd good last night.

Sure - there's a whole lotta talk about the whole Adam vs Kris thing - but, really kids - as history has shown... if u'r in the top two or three or so - and u'r a half decent singer - you've got a career ahead of ya. I'm sure we haven't seen the last of Adam Lambert.

Most impressively though was the line up of talent on the show last night. I mean c'mon... Lauper, Ritchie, KISS and more? Geez Louise! And, for those young'ens on the show to have a shot at sharing the stage with them all... gave 'ol Scrub here the goosebumps. Pretty exciting stuff.

So - also on last night (thank gawd for Pix in Pix television) was the Memorial Cup hockey playoffs. Hurricane Rona was over. Of course. And, as regulars will recall, Hurricane's nephew is one of them thar hockey hot shots playin' for Drummondville. Mike Hoffman is the lad. He ain't half bad on a pair of skates.

Actually - I know young Hoffer there when he was just outa diapers. Ya - a little hellian. If you looked away for more than 10 seconds, the wee fart had already climbed up the wall and was dancin and gigglin' on the fireplace mantle. His mother... Mamma Hoff.... ya, pretty much a prozac candidate. But - there ya go - it's in his blood.

Anyway - last night... despite the fact that most of them either have strep or the flu (don't worry - not H1N1) the boys did good and scored in OT to take them to the finals on Friday. Oh - exciting times! Scrub's gots his TV watchin' planned out already.

Today - Scrub's flippin from one ISP to another. Yep - all this just to save 4 bucks. WooHoo! Scrub's gonna go git himself an ice cream!

It's the 2-4!

Howdy boys and girls - your old pal Scrubbie here.

Oh, yes, it's the May 2-4. There's just somethin' so darn'd wonderful about the May 2-4 weekend. Here is the Great White - it's the first "official" long weekend of the summer season. We Canucks turn to canvas shelters and campfires, try desperately to bugger off work early on Friday to capitalize on as much long weekend as possible and we seek out meat of all kinds to grill to perfection on the Barbee's. Some of us also remove as much non-essentials as possible from the chill-chest and fill up all that empty space with wobbly-pops. It is, after all, the "2-4 weekend" and 2-4 don't necessarily refer to 2pm to 4pm. Scrub - well, to kick off the 2-4, he's gonna hop in the go-kart and make his way to see his cuzin - Dolphin. Ya'll remember Dolpin, right? Country hick, built like a brick house, all 'round decent fella. Yep - that's him. On the agenda: meat, grilled. wobbly pop. hot tub. movie. few laughs. kibbitzin' about the fam. few more laughs. yep - all good times. The wife, the kid? Nope - just a cuzin's night tonight. Scrub'll return to the igloo tomorrow to tackle the Honey-Do list.

Speakin' of the Wife - she gots the place to herself tonight. The kid - out with Bing and Bong tonight. Or maybe it's just Bing. Not sure. The Wife has suggested a houseful of her gal-pals. I don't think it's gonna happen. Generally a night with the place to yerself 'round here means jammies, big comfy marshmallow chair and a little quiet time.

So - bein a Canuck - weather is top on the list of things to talk about. And, we are just bein spoiled rotten here. Snow's gone. Flowers poppin' up. Trees are buddin'. I tell ya kids - it's downright fantastic here. Love it.

Huh? Oh - no. I haven't seen Trek yet. I know, I know - I can't believe it either. But, we're hopin to correct that situation this weekend. We'll see.

Oh hey - speakin of eye-candy... it's crunch time on 24 with Jack Bauer! Oh goodness - it's been a helluva show. Cant wait for Monday!

And, on the note of helluva shows - ya'll catch Grey's Anatomy? Yep - it was a good one!

So - time to pack up some clean briefs, pair of swimmin' shorts and my brush for the pearly whites. Scrub's gonna hit the road.

Cheers

Yo' Mamma

Happy Mothers Day!

Howdy kidlings - Scrub here once again.

Ahhhh yes. Mothers Day. Mom's Day. Celebration of Motherhood. All those things.

So - Scrubbie is dedicating a few megabytes of interweb space to do just that - Celbrate all the mom's that are floatin' round Scrubbie.

First up - the Wife. Well, of course she ain't MY mom. Sheesh. But, she is the mamma of junior there. I just lov'er. Happy Mom's Day Wife! Thanks for bein a great mom to the Kid. Gawd knows - I could'nt do it alone.

Next up - Mamma Scrubbie. Oh kids... let me tell ya... I am most definately my mother's son. Mamma Scrubbie there - ya, Scrub and her are on the same wavelength. What does that mean? Oh - well, it means that I drive her insane just as much as she does me. Seriously. Don't get me wrong - we get along great. I'd go to the ends of the earth for the ol' broad. Give up my left... uhhhh... well, maybe not that. But, pretty much anything else.

*giggle. Nah... just joshin' ya. I lov'er to bits. She knows it too.

Happy Mother's Day Ma. I promise to cook up somethin' special for ya.
Mwah!


The OutLaws. Ya - that's the Wife's mamma right there. Mamma Lou. If there's one daft ol' gal that Scrub can have a good ol giggle with - it's Mamma Lou. We gots a standin date to go and hit the new Trek film together. No kiddin'. Think I'll insist she dress up as a Ferengi or somethin. Don't worry - I'll grab a pic. *snicker...

Mamma Lou - thanks for bein a great ma. I know you are cause yer offspring, the Wife - well, she ain't half bad at all. Smooch.


Last but not least - here's a couple 'a mamma's for ya.

These are Grandama Scrubs. One of the left there - that's Nana Scrubbie. The one on the right... well, that's Nana Scrubbie. Ummmmm.... Oh well - you get the idea, right?

Left - ma's ma. Right - pa's ma. Ok.

Can't leave out a cocktail liftin' moment without including these two whacky gals. They ain't around for me to make fun of no more. Well, not around in body anyway. But, I tell ya... when Scrub's gots his fingers smooshing up somethin on the stove that has hints of India to it - there's Nana Scrubbie... ummmm... (one on the left)... there's Nana Scrubbie - right there with me. Never fails. And, when it comes to pretty much anything that involves dry humour with a good Brit accent - I can feel Nana Scrubbie... ummmm... (one on the right)... standing at my right shoulder looking over. Wish you both were here right now. I'd get a real kick out of knowing that you were using the interwebby thing to peek into life here at my igloo.

So - that's a wrap kids. All the mamma's that hit closest to home.

Happy Mother's Day Wife, Ma, Mamma Lou, Nana and Nana. Scrub loves ya.

I don't even know what to call this post.

Sometimes... I'm embarrassed to be a dude.

Hey kiddie winks - Scrubbie here.

It's a short post tonight. Don't take yer finger off the mouse. You'll be clicking soon.

The wife and I were sittin back, havin' a cuppa tea, taking a few moments in front of the tube.

Flippin' channels..

Ya know what it's like on a Sunday afternoon.

Flippin' channels.

Come across one of them thar shows 'bout fellas that fish and hunt and... well, ya know... that kinda stuff.

This episode: ducks.

Fellas in the show have done their huntin and stuff. Headin back for a 'lil drink together to celebrate... or whatever.

They're talkin about drinks.

They're talkin about a specific drink.

Bailey's Irish Cream and Crown Royal.

Guess what they call it?

A Duck Fart.

A DUCK FART.

Ok...

1. You don't mix Crown with Baileys.
2. Even if you did - why DUCK FART?

Hmph.

Duck Fart. Sheesh.

Scrubbie's Fav Five

Evening boys & girls - Scrub here yet again!

Ok... I just gotta tell ya - here in the Great White (or at least Scrubs part of the Great White) we were treated to summer weather. Ya-frackin'-hoo! All us Canucks were out there without our skins and furs on. Pastey white caucasions everywhere. Looked like mole-people that had just come up from underground. Scrub even fired up the Q tonight and seared up some animal flesh and shoved it 'tween two halves of a bun. MMMMM tasty. ONLY thing missing - cold, frosty and frothy barley, malt and hops blend. OH - and the Wife... she even whipped up a lil' somethin' somethin' in the kitchen too! Huh? Oh - c'mon, don't be shocked. It is, after all, April. So, the Wife - whipped up some onion strings. Wha's that you ask? Oh - just git yer imagination hats on and dig this: BIG sweet onion, sliced up thin, soaked in buttermilk, tossed in a flour, salt, pepper and cayenne dusting, then tossed into some hot oil to sizzle up for about a min or two, taken out of the hot oil, on to paper towel just long enough to cool down. Crispy, seasoned, onion-y. Holy Crap! DO IT! We ate 'em just as a companion to our charred animal flesh on buns. But, I can just imagine those buggers on top of a Philly Cheesesteak, or on smashed spuds. Oh my goodness.

Oh, hey... few of the folk 'round these parts of the Great White see Scrub now and then in the flesh. No, no... not nekkid. Just 'in person'. Ya know. And, there has been some talk 'bout Scrub's most recent post about Hurricane Rona. Not sure what I mean? It was the post just 'fore this one. Scroll down - it's there. Promise. Too lazy to scroll? Ya, don't blame ya. Here's the summary:

• Hurricane Rona
• Ditz with directions, just like Scrub
• Takes magic box of directions to find her way to gal pals house few hours from here
• Gets there
• Magic Box of directions says "You have arrived"
• Hurricane goes stormin into the house 'cause she gots to pee after long trip
• Hurricane, proudly annouces her arrival to houseful of people - asks where is the bathroom
• Person at house tells Hurricane that she is in wrong house. All the people there - ya... for a wake. Their pappy just passed.

So - the answer to the question is: YES - rediculous as it sounds - it's true! Believe me - with the cast of characters that Scrub has 'round here - I don't need to make up a thing. (And ya wonder why Scrub's gettin grey 'round the temples...)

But - on to the topic at hand for a Saturday night. Thought ya'll might like to know Scrubbie's Favourite Fives. Sure - now and then, I'll throw out a little list of Scrubbie's Favourite Fives. It's self explanatory. Here goes.

Scrubbie's Favourite Fives: SANDWICHES
1. Clubhouse - on toasted white bread, real bacon, cheddar cheese, 2 tier, sliced diagonal with a frilly toothpick to hold it together. Heaven.
2. Assorted Cold Cuts, Italian Sub. Again - toasted. Onion, lettuce, tomato, hot pepper rings, cucumber slices, mozz cheese - all melty. Salt, pepper and Italian Dressing as a sauce. Sweet mother of Mary. Take me now.
3. Cheeseburger. Homemade, of course. Half ground pork, half ground beef. Salt, pepper, Ketchup, Mustard powder, few drops of Louisanana Hot Sauce, chopped onion, chopped coriander, minced garlic, wee little bit of ground ginger, and egg and some seasoned bread crumbs. Squish like yer makin mud pies. Form deelishush burg patties. Cook 'em up good over fire. Slice of cheese on at the last minute to get gooey on top. Served on a kaiser roll. This, kids, tends to be Scrub's birthday dinner of choice.
4. Grilled Cheese - a classic. Couple slices of bread. Slice of cheese in between. Butter up the outside of the slices. Toss it in a fry pan till golden brown. Diagonal slice. Dollop of ketchup for dipping. Few Bread N Butter pickles on the side. Cold glass of milk. Total comfort food.
5. The grand-pappy of all sandwiches: The PB&J. Yes. Peanut Butter and Raspberry or Strawberry Jam. No description required. And, no better way to feel like a kid.

There ya have it. Scrub - LOVES sandwiches. When I expire - the Wife... she is gonna bury me 'tween two slices of bread.

Those are gonna be BIG frilly toothpicks.