Resistance is futile.

Ahhhh yes.... Summer is upon us!

Afternoon kidlings - your old pal Scrub here.

We have officially hit the summer with the passing of last weekend. And since then - we have enjoyed Canada Day here in the Great White and to our Yankee Doodle Dandy neighboureenoes in the south - Happy 4th of July!

The pic? Oh ya... it's the looney bunch that I call family. That's them. We had our family reunion the other week - got the whole gang together. You might have seen some of the close up pics of the cousins? Yep - they were there too. All in all - they are a good bunch. Sure - we have the oddballs in the crowd. Dont' we all? But - it was good times all around.

So - that brings us up to this weekend. Gawd - I love Saturdays! Today - yard work. Cut the grass. (ya, even in the Great White - we do see the green stuff for a few weeks. Pretty kewl.) Did up the outdoor dining space - made it look all purty. And, am preparing myself for some charred meat at a pal's place. Where we going? Well... since you asked...

Ya'll know Hurricane right? Our dear friend and walking disaster-waiting-to-happen. Well - her silly parents thought to themselves, one romantic evening, that it might be a good idea to have two rugrats floating around. (truth be told - they had 3)

Well - Hurricane's sister - whom we shall simply call Tornado - has invited the wife, the kid, the kid's punk pal Bobby (more on that later) and Scrubbie over to her place (along with Hurricane) for a Q tonight. The wife and I have taken out extra insurance... don't worry. Thanks for thinkin' though.

Oh - and it is Tornado's kid that is the hockey whiz bang - Mike Hoffman - that just got picked up by the Sens. So - we'll get to see him tonight too. Haven't seen the kid in a while. Be good to say congrats in person.

So, ya... the kid. Punk Pal Bobby is over. His zookeeper called last night to ask if the punk could stay with us overnight as they are doin a thing in the big city tonight. So, the wife and I have a couple of tweens who are all ga-ga over the fairer sex on hand. Ya - it's pretty much a nightmare. Scrub's gots every filter possible on the ol' puter downstairs. The wife and I are making preparations for moving all the electronic gizmos to the main floor of the igloo. Gotta keep an eye on the little horn dogs from now on. Oh sure - we got a good kid. Trust him. Love him to bits. But, lets face it. The kid has a penis. And, we all know that we fellas, despite thousands of years of evolution and the invention of manscaping and the metrosexual... still can't resist the calling. Havin a winky is a bit like having the Borg from Star Trek floatin around our undershorts 24-7. Resistance is futile. When the winky says "HEY... YOU.... UP THERE.... I GOT AN IDEA!" - we pretty much have no choice in the matter. Just the way it is.

So - now - gotta go and clean the stank off that developed this morning with all the stuff done 'round the igloo. (grunt grunt) and git myself ready to be seen in public once again.

And, have to round up the testosterones that are wreaking havoc in the engine room downstairs.

The wifes' gonna be home soon from antoher Scrappin' adventure. (Paper, scissors and glue - ya.. that's her version of havin a winky.)

Resistance is futile.

Hurricane - news all around.

Yes, yes - Scrub's at it again!


Blogging that is.

Hey kids - Scrubbie in the house.

Couldn't let the day go by without a nod to our dear friend Hurricane. Ya'll remember Hurricane, right? Lightning strikes twice. Dynamite under the driveway. Inadvertently gives theives their driving escape route 'cause she thought they were lost. Yep - her.

Well - today is a special day for Hurricane. Why you ask? Well - cause it was this day 14 years ago that Hurricane brought Big D into the world. Yep - it is Hurricane's offsprings' Birthday today. And, being as Hurricane is as much as part of the wifes' and my lives as you can get without bein blood, and she is the Godmother to the kid (*gulp) - that makes her guys practically our guys too. And, we love 'em to death.



Happy Birthday Big D!











And - another good news story for Hurricane, and the rest of us - Hurricane's wee nephew is someone mentioned ealier. Mike Hoffman is his name. See... when Michael was still in diapers - if we turned our heads for only a few moments, when you looked back - he'd be gone. Best place to look - UP. Ya - he'd climb up the fireplace to the ceiling or something. Oh my... this boy was a "go-er". Anyway... in recent years, Mikey has been playin' hockey and done pretty well for himself. In fact, just this past weekend, the wee fart got picked up by the Ottawa Senators. No kiddin'. The boy is playin in the NHL. Geez Louise. Needless to say, Mikey, his mammy and pappy and Auntie Hurricane are all just pleased as punch.


And, so are we.

Congrats Michael!

Congrats Hurricane!

Happy Birthday Big D!

Looks like the chocolate (Hurricane's favourite food group) will be flowin at the igloo tonight.

Our Home and Native Land

Happy Canada Day!

Hey kids - yer ol pal Scrub on the keyboard. 'Sup?

July 1st. Canada Day. Happy Birthday Great White! Ya, I am proud Canuck. Beavertails. Back Bacon. Snow. Yep - we got it all. Oh - we gots lots more too. But the list.... oh, it is soooo long. Seriously. Suffice to say, this boy is Red & White proud. Yep.

And, bein' Canada Day here in the Great White - local trading posts are closed up and most have got the day off to frolick and play. It'll be a good day. Doin' fireworks tonight - providing it don't piddle with rain. Couple of cocktails on the agenda, no doubt. And, of course, time for bloggin' and digiscrappin'.

Speakin of which...

Keepin' with the Cousins theme... here is Dolphin.

He's like my bro.

Ya'll remember him, right? West Virginia homeboy. Family throws tractors instead of lawn darts. Eats the testicles of poor, unsuspecting de-masculated beasts. Yep - that's him. Gawd love'em.

Anyway....

The kid. Geez. The kid. Scrub's follicles in his noggin' are goin' grey pretty damnd quick.

First - the kid - now Grade 8.

Second - the kid - 'parently his wittle wibbley wobblies have kicked into high gear 'cause talk of the fairer sex has been non-stop. The scent of young'en cologne has been waftin through the igloo like wildfire.

Third - as school has cut for the summer now... means the rugrat is underfoot 24-7.

Ya know... this whole Summer Vacation thing... started 'cause the young'ens were released from their academic studies in order to help the family work the farms. Do the planting and harvesting. Milk the cows. Get the preserves ready for the winter months. Stuff like that. Hmmmmm - think I'll get me a milking goat and teach my young fella how to get up at 4am. Watch for pics.