Uhhhh - What's yer name?

"Please Sir, may I have some more?"

Morning kids - tiz Scrubbie here at the keyboard this morning. How are ya'll?

Oh - remember that line from "Oliver!" - then Mr. Bumble says "WHAT? MORE?" hehe - oh ya, I remember that well.

That's kinda how I feel today.

See - as you know, Scrub does this charitable organization thingy. And, being as there really isn't a magic money tree (damnit) - we have to go and ask for a few dollars here and there in order to do things for the kiddies around the community.

Well - today is one of those days that Scrub has to go in front of some folk that have cheque signing on their minds and tell them why it's a great idea of sign one of those cheques for this particular charity.

Oh sure - sounds easy. But - Scrub's never really done that before - so he is, well, ummm... kind nervous about it all. Specially since Scrub's goin in askin for more than 10 bucks. Lots more.

But - I'll just throw on extra underarm stuff, make sure the 'ol adult diaper is clean and head on in. Wish me luck. Oh - and make sure the ice cube tray is full, cause Scrub's gonna need a bevvy afterwards.

Hey - did I mention that Scrub's pappy is back from from the Health Hilton? Yep - home, safe and sound. Feelin' pretty good. Everything is back to normal.

Well - as normal as it gets 'round here.

And - bein as digiscrappin has been fast and furious these last few days - here's another little somethin' somethin'.

It's a few of the fam. Not all of 'em.

The Wife aint in the pic. She was hacking up a lung that day.

But - Cuzin Dolphin is in there. His folks - Uncle John (everyone has an Uncle John it seems) (oh - and it's HIS family that are the country bumpkin folk from the hills of West Virginny.) (don't take offense to that remark. he sure doesn't. self described, as a matter of fact) (oh - and for anyone from West Virginny who may be browsing the 'ol Scrubberoo today - here's a little evidence of Uncle John's origins - as heard in this phrase: "Lord willin' and the creek don't rise!" Sound familiar?)

Ummmmm - where was I? Oh ya - the fam. So - Uncle John, Auntie Jen (Scrub's mental connection), The Kid is there. So is Scrubby Mom and Scrubby Pop. Hey - off to the right - that's Scrub's baby bro. I don't quite know what to call him. Not yet anyway.

I'll have to come up with something.

That can be shared on the interweb.

*grin

Scrubbie Shares - Tool Time

Morning Boys & Girls! It's your 'ol pal Scrubbie here on a frosty, chilly, sunny Sunday morning in the Great White North.

Alrighty - so it's time for another edition of Scrubbie Shares. And, Scrub has a freebie for ya and yer digiscrappin' pleasure.

Ya'll recall a while back, Scrub told ya about a nasty bit of business at the Scrub Shack? Few years back there was this, ummmm, fire. Big one. And, the Scrub Schack went bye-bye. All of it.

Anyway... long story made short... the Wife and me were able to dig out a few of the Scrappy layouts we had made over time that were all mangled and nasty lookin. And, through the miracle of photoshop and Crown Royal, Scrub's been mucking around with them to bring 'em back to life electronically. Kewl, eh?

Here - take a look. Little before and after for ya.

Not quite identical - but that first one did survive a million gallons of water, fire supression foam and the ravages of time. (Remember - Scrub's an old fart and the page was done with *gulp* paper about a hundred years ago)

Anyway - there's been some nice comments about Tool Time - so thought it'd be fun to do a little quickpage for ya. It's the Tool Time page - without the Kid in it. haha.

You know the drill - download, insert your pic and take all the credit yourself.

Oh - and as usual - my Terms of Use: Only use when enjoying a cool, refreshing beverage. Ummmm - that's about it.

So, without further ado... you can get the DOWNLOAD GIGGLES HERE!

Who loves ya? SCRUBBIE!

Hey Honey! Look! Somethin' shiny!!!

" I see dead people"

Evening Scrubs and Scrubettes - it's yer 'ol pal Scrubbie here on a Saturday evenin'. Howz it goin?

Whoosh - Scrub is just back from another evening at Oktoberfest. This time, Scrub was hangin' at a real, honest to goodness fest hall. The Schwaben Club in Kitchener. Goodness, gracious boys & girls - it was a hoppin' place tonight. While there, was treated to some traditional German folk dancing and all. Also got entertained by a phenomenal band. Lots of beer steins. *giggle. Good times. Tonight - wraps up Oktoberfest for another year. Gotta put away the sauerkraut and sausages for another 356 days.

Sooooo - I see dead people. Well, not really. I'll let ya in on a little secret though. Scrub is a wee bit sensitive when it comes to stuff like that. Some of the friends and fam are already aware of this. Not a big deal.

But - reason I mention it is cause there is one person in Scrubs fam that Scrub is particularly "sensitive" to. It's my dear Auntie Jen. Love the 'ol dear to bits. There she is - just to the left there. With the Wife. In the pic. See?

But - me and Auntie Jen - we have this tendancy to feel what the other is feeling. No kidding.

If Auntie Jen bangs her elbow, I feel it. If I twist my ankle, Auntie Jen calls to tell me her ankle hurts. Freaky - yes. Funny - sometimes. Annoying - ya, pretty much.

It's been like this for years. Drives us both nuts. Everytime there is unexplained pain... the phone rings.

Ok - quick change of topic.

The Wife has control of the TV right now. She's got the remote. This saddens me. See... just this very moment - the Wife had the guide thingy that tells what's on and when. Ya know what I'm talkin about? So - I glance up on the screen. The following very short conversation ensued:
Scrub: "ooooo - Predator!"
Wife: "ooooo - Project Runway"
We are now watching Project Runway. *sigh

Gonna have to distract her and snatch the remote.

Oh dear Lord... Where's that Crown Royal?

Pour yourself a coffee. Grab a tissue. She's at it again.

Evenin' kids. It's yer ol pal Scrubbie here.

Boys & Girls - ya'll might recall the Wife and Scrub have a pal named Hurricane, right? You remember - dynamite under the driveway, gives directions to confused burglars who just burgled the neighbours house, locks herself IN her new car? Yep - her.

Well - our deal pal Hurricane is sittin' here - right beside me - on the couch - right now. Seriously. Glass of red wine in hand. Cuddled up in her usual spot.

And, the Wife, me and Rona have been chattin away.

During this wee chat of ours, we were discussin' our dear pal Hurricane and her bizarre exploits of the past. And, Scrub was reminded of yet another.

Oh - and, just as a reminder - these tales are all, in fact, quite true. Accurate. Not exaggerated. In any way.

Sooooo.... few years back - ya'll might recall that you could go to yer local trading post and swap out a skin or two for somethin' called a disposable camera.

Great little inventions they are. Grab one. Snap some pics. Take it back to the trading post and whiz-bang... a couple 'a days later... you gots yerself a mitful of photos to remind you of all kindsa fun had.

Hurricane - decided to take advantage of this marvelous invention.

Goes to the trading post. Swaps a skin. Gets herself a camera.

But - and you already knew this was comin. Didn't ya?

She snaps a few pics. And, bein' a disposable camera - chucks it in the bin. "It's a disposable" she thinks to herself. But... the kicker is... SHE IS SHOCKED WHEN SHE GOES TO THE COUNTER AT THE TRADING POST TO FIND THERE ARE NO PICS!

Now... lets just be clear here. The Wife and me - love the gal to bits. She's part of the fam. Been there for some 20 odd years now. Godmother to the Kid. (What were we thinking?) BUT... SERIOUSLY!?!

Holy jumpin' - Scrub needs a drink.

Scrubbie Mommy is at it again.

Oh Mommy - you are sooo funny!

Morning boys & girls - Scrub here. Sniffly... but feelin' fine.

Alright - lets just get this outa the way up front. Scrub's fam - well.... a bit loony. Not to imply that we are all black and white, sing hauntingly and enjoy floating in water - like a Loon. Ya know... the bird. The Loon.

No - I mean more like - silly. Goofy. Unpredictable. Freaky. The kinda people that inspire people to cross the street when they see us strollin down the sidewalk towards them. Ya - that kind.

But - we're a loving bunch.

Seriously.

All of us.

Brothers, sisters, cousins, second cousins, third cousins, cousins twelve times removed, aunts, uncles - the whole extended bunch. All very very loving.

And we show it.

All the time.

No kidding.

Huh? Proof?

Well - take, for example, Scrub's mommy. Scrub's pappy is lying in a hospital. Clinging to life. (welll... not really clinging to life. he's gettin' along just fine). And what does Scrub's mamma take the time to do? Take a look. Mamma loves Scrubbie.



Only question I have is: Who the hell is studly there?

A whole lotta nuthin'.

Brrrrrrr. And, I mean Brrrrrrrr!

Evening boys & girls. It's yer ol pal Scrubbie here. How ya'll doin?

Not much happenin'. And what is happenin' is, of course, pretty menial.

So - lets get goin, shall we?

The Wife - School - good. Doing a "Human Resources" component. As this is Scrub's area of expertise, we find ourselves chattin about her homework quite a bit. Currently at 2 o'clock to Scrub, in the marshmallow chair, cuppa tea in hand, jammies on, scrappy stuff on the folding table in front of her, eyes transfixed on the yahoo's on this seasons serving of Survivor.

Lunatic dog - at 3 o'clock to Scrub - on the floor - tongue thing goin on. Ya'll recall our neurotic fuzzball has this thing where she licks licks licks. Not people - just the floor and the air. Looks like a lizard. Her tummy is full. She's a content 'lil bitch.

The Kid - in the engine room. Hangin out. Bing of Bing and Bong fame is here right now. Or was at least.

Scrub - well, bit of the sniffles. Nothin' serious. Not H1N1 anyway. Cuppa tea in hand. And, just as intrigued by the yahoos on Survivor as they blend up all kindsa beasties such as giant clam, octopus and crap like that in a blender to make up a mega gross smoothie. Geez - not for me. Blech.

Scurb's pappy - well, the ol boy is in the hospital right now. All kindsa stuff goin on with his insides. But, he's in good hands and I'm sure will be comin' home soon. Scrubbie Mommy, Scrub's baby brother and Scrub rushed the old fella up to the local doctorin' facility comin' up on a week ago. Rough shape back then - but comin' around nicely.

And, a little digiscrappin happenin'. Check this out.

Who is this you ask?

Well - it's JR of course! Scrub's bro-in-law... dashing, sexy, slightly damaged, happily medicated. Yep. That's him.

Cute eh?

The digi goodies can be found here:

http://creativedelusionzscraps.blogspot.com/2008/10/boyz-rule-freebie.html

Ok - so, I mentioned BRRRRRR. Yes - Scrub lives in the Great White. I get it. I'm kewl with it. But - geez louise - the weather forecast for tonight is snow! C'MON!!!!!

Well - there it is kids. That's all I got. As soon as these sniffles are gone, Scrub will head out into the world. As you know - there's always a few odd folk kickin' around. I'll see who I can dig up. And, of course, ya'll be the first to know.

Later!

Caution.

The rutabaga, swede (from Swedish turnip), or yellow turnip (Brassica napobrassica, or Brassica napus var. napobrassica) is a root vegetablethat originated as a cross between the cabbage and the turnip.

Morning Boys & Girls - It's yer ol pal Scrubbie here.

Yes, the lowly rutabaga or yellow turnip. Culinary underdog. Delicious houseguest. And, as it is a root veg - friend to many a pioneer.

Ahhhh - how we love to simply toss it's fleshy core into a pot of steamy water that has been hit with a good pinch of salt. How we relish draining away the cooking liquid and tumbling the soft chunks into a bowl - watching the steam billowing up. And, that moment of dolloping creamy golden butter onto the shards and seeing it slide down and in between the cracks of each goldenrod piece just moments before a firmly gripped masher plunges into the bowl.

A wonderful mass of fluffly goodness sits before you - dotted with a peppery black flakes - and cries for a fork to bring up a taste. This, my friends, is how the Borg came up with the phrase "Resistance is futile".

Like a bride to its hearty meat groom, their pairing is perfect, loving and everlasting.

Yes children - today is the day. Go. Now. Forage through your local trading post or dig with anticipation through your fields and retrieve an orb or two. In no time at all - you will be in tastebud heaven.

Just don't turn up to your in-laws' without preparing at your own igloo first. Your mother-in-law will be pissed.