tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53118722011-04-21T12:52:06.714-07:00Odd Thoughts Occaisional RantsRobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031159568558212778noreply@blogger.comBlogger461100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311872.post-1120070657071839342005-06-29T11:44:00.000-07:002005-06-29T11:44:17.103-07:00

I know, I know, quite some time has passed since the electrons flowed downthis stream.Such is life.

Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031159568558212778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311872.post-1080392990570900242004-03-27T05:09:00.000-08:002004-03-27T05:13:19.700-08:00

I'm back and the only excuse for my absence is that I've been enjoying life in the real world. I was digging through my trusty three year old and fairly outdated Pocket PC and came across this collection of Quotes. Thought you might like to read 'em. "Why God is good to Republicans is beyond me." - Senator Joseph R. Biden Dem. Delaware "Life is difficult, but it's extra difficult

Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031159568558212778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311872.post-1076038835813604322004-02-05T19:40:00.000-08:002004-02-05T19:43:10.043-08:00

Well, it's been forever and two days since I put anything here. It's not that I didn't have anything to say... It's more like Adult ADD that only affects the humorous moments of being me. At least once a day something happens that I think, "I should blog about that". However, with the passage of a varying amount of time, that semi-composed mental post is gone. Oh, it's not forgotten, at

Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031159568558212778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311872.post-1074743643713626362004-01-21T19:54:00.000-08:002004-01-21T19:55:31.450-08:00

Yes, that's right. It's time for another installment of "Silly ways that I'm irritated with Braums". We recently bought some Ice Cream Cones from the B-Store. I pulled one out today to make an Ice Cream Cone for the kids and there it was - The Defect. Not just any old defect mind you. The entire bottom of the cone was missing, so I guess it was really more of an ice cream cylinder. Try

Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031159568558212778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311872.post-1074490109303297452004-01-18T21:28:00.000-08:002004-01-18T21:31:56.653-08:00

If you've been following along, you know that Braums has been teetering on the brink of being labeled a crummy place to visit. Just the other day there was the mishap with the plastic bag and now I have from a very reliable source that they do not give refills. Period. Not even for a quarter. You finish your drink at Braums and you want more, you buy the whole deal all over again. Twice this

Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031159568558212778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311872.post-1074466350564948582004-01-18T14:52:00.000-08:002004-01-18T14:54:51.763-08:00

"I had weird dreams last night," she said... "Me too. What were yours about" I yawned. "Hmmm... It was about Lance and Vicki. They were engaged. We were all in Florida and Shirley was telling me about how they got engaged. They had been kayaking on some river, you know the one they told us about... the one with all the shops along the way. Anyway, they took a break and went into one of

Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031159568558212778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311872.post-1073739429768512352004-01-10T04:57:00.000-08:002004-01-11T14:54:21.623-08:00

The shock and awe of my previous post turned to pleasant surprise when I went to Braums for the Family Fix and was rewarded with a good old paper sack made from good old trees. (Cut down in the prime of their life I'm sure, but that's another story) Apparently, (Due to my post) Braums decided to rethink their comple move to plastic. From what I gathered in the checkout line, if you get Milk or

Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031159568558212778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311872.post-1073450692704479532004-01-06T20:44:00.000-08:002004-01-06T20:46:05.170-08:00

I was shocked (and I'm sure you will be as well) to learn today that Braums, the primary purveyor of paper sacks which this family seems to covet, has switched over the Dark Side. That's right, they've gone the way of the Evil Empire and now only provide plastic bags. What was most disturbing about it all was that there was no explanation, no sign posted to annouce this upcoming, life altering

Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031159568558212778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311872.post-1072960207421506082004-01-01T04:30:00.000-08:002004-01-01T13:40:34.263-08:00

What? Just the other day it was 21 Dec 03... Now it's officially O-Four. Hmmm... We rang in the New Year in typical old married couple fashion (ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ). Shortly before O-Three expired we could be found playing the Dora the Explorer version of UNO with the Kids and Grandparents. Playing cards with children is great fun. Always fun when you say to your child, "OK, you can play a

Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031159568558212778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311872.post-1072045885902887302003-12-21T14:31:00.000-08:002003-12-21T14:37:25.796-08:00

Me (and MMJ) did research all week for a digital camera. I've been wanting one for quite some time and finally got the bug. I looked at quite a few and was pretty much sold on the HP 735xi. It met the criteria I had; small, decent resolution, runs on AA batteries. I read reviews, I researched prices, I was set. So, Thursday I got to Office Max and check it out only to see that in person, the

Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031159568558212778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311872.post-1072045068817438612003-12-21T14:17:00.000-08:002003-12-21T14:18:45.436-08:00

Oh, boy! This past week was one of those weeks where the best laid plans were flung right out the window. I was enrolled in a Microsoft course at 50 Penn Place (50PP) last week. I've taken courses at this particular facility and know that each workstation has web access and there is usually plenty of time on breaks to surf and blog. With that in mind, I had planned to blog a bit each day.

Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031159568558212778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311872.post-1071521296420403452003-12-15T12:38:00.000-08:002003-12-16T06:30:22.623-08:00

I'm in the market for a new car so, last Friday, I went to a local dealership to see if they had any 2003 models still in stock that they might want to make a deal on. "Sure" the salesmans says, "We've got 3 left" Before the visit was over the salesman told me that the sales manager really wanted to move these last three 2003s and was making crazy deals. "I mean he's taking just stupid offers",

Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031159568558212778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311872.post-1071375145674591872003-12-13T20:12:00.000-08:002003-12-15T05:06:39.746-08:00

White Wins Heisman!!

Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031159568558212778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311872.post-1071206272780545172003-12-11T21:17:00.000-08:002003-12-11T21:18:39.746-08:00

Supposed to snow tomorrow afternoon. 3~5 inches worth. I've got plans to go out tomorrow evening and I've got to work OT Saturday. Yeah!! Driving in the snow buggy!!

Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031159568558212778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311872.post-1071193710511404132003-12-11T17:48:00.000-08:002003-12-11T20:20:24.920-08:00

Now THAT is a lot of freakin red. (for reference in case it's gone by now)

Shawnnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311872.post-1070836301995829482003-12-07T14:31:00.000-08:002003-12-14T13:46:06.606-08:00

Baseball is different from any other sport; very different. For instance, in most sports you score points or goals; in baseball you score runs. In most sports the ball or object, is put in play by the offensive team; in baseball the defensive team puts the ball in play, and only the defense is allowed to touch the ball. In fact, in baseball if an offensive player touches the ball intentionally,

Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031159568558212778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311872.post-1070835844298804172003-12-07T14:24:00.000-08:002003-12-07T14:24:46.950-08:00

Baseball is a weird sport

Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031159568558212778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311872.post-1070773675886561102003-12-06T21:07:00.000-08:002003-12-06T21:08:38.046-08:00

Just watched the Sooners get trounced by K-State. Ouch. Double Ouch. I bet there are quite a few people who are going to have to survive on Ramen noodles after settling up with their bookies.

Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031159568558212778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311872.post-1070773484935574942003-12-06T21:04:00.000-08:002003-12-06T21:05:27.140-08:00

sleeping peacefully, dreaming dreams of no significance when something happens in the physical world that requires your brain to take action? How did it affect your dream? Was it over or was it modified? Case in point, last night... I was snoozing away, dreaming about nothing in particular when all of a sudden I got choked up in the real world. I'm guessing it was some major league phlegm

Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031159568558212778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311872.post-1070772845399662682003-12-06T20:54:00.000-08:002003-12-06T20:54:46.936-08:00

The Mother of All Kudos goes out to Shawn Wright for getting commenting set up at 901 Gale. Way over and above the call of duty. Thank you kind sir...

Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031159568558212778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311872.post-1070489758996809722003-12-03T14:15:00.000-08:002003-12-03T14:16:37.826-08:00

Well, alot has happened since the aforementioned packfest. 1. Flew to Florida. 1.a. Went to Orlando. 1.b. Went to Daytona Beach. 1.b.1 Walked on beach. 1.b.2 Picked up shells. 1.c. Went to Dunellon. 1.c.1. Visited Friends 1.c.2. Pontoon Boat ride on the Rainbow River. 1.c.3. Saw Alligator and Otters. 1.c.4. Kayaked on the Rainbow River. 1.c.5. Went to a Bonfire. 1.c.6. Watched my lovely wife

Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031159568558212778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311872.post-1069017401452348972003-11-16T13:16:00.000-08:002003-11-16T13:17:03.420-08:00

The extra two days of this trip has completely thrown my packing equilibrium out of whack. For my typical "Out on Monday; In on Friday" trip, I can pack in about twenty minutes. Two measly days tacked on the end of a typical trip resulted in a 2 hour pack-fest leaving me wondering what I forgot. Whilst packing, I did come to the startling revelation that the last time I ironed clothes of any

Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031159568558212778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311872.post-1068748194137745642003-11-13T10:29:00.000-08:002003-11-13T10:30:12.920-08:00

At least the Hilton at the Disney World Resort... Next week... On official business... :^)

Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031159568558212778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311872.post-1067399624785041612003-10-28T19:53:00.000-08:002003-10-28T19:53:44.363-08:00

I am made from the dust of the stars and the oceans flow in my veins here I hide in the heart of the city like a stranger coming out of the rain the evening plane rises up from the runway over constellations of light I look down into a million houses and wonder what you're doing tonight 'Presto', Rush (c) 1989

Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031159568558212778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311872.post-1066392559014252952003-10-17T05:09:00.000-07:002003-10-17T15:15:31.210-07:00

He's My Brother...

Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031159568558212778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311872.post-1066245185290576082003-10-15T12:13:00.000-07:002003-10-15T12:13:05.230-07:00

Young Guy: I think he has a multifocal asymmetric demyelinating process. Older Guy: He ain't normal. Oldest Guy: He might be normal.

brentnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311872.post-1065717142613521582003-10-09T09:32:00.000-07:002003-10-09T09:32:49.623-07:00

Three people were standing around the office and each one of them, in turn, made one statement. These were the statements: Young Gal: Hot Mama! Older Guy: My Great-Grandfather used to be a Chipmunk. Older Gal: It's called fat. No fooling....

Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031159568558212778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311872.post-1065444437354424202003-10-06T05:47:00.000-07:002003-10-06T05:47:17.046-07:00

“Let’s just eat at the snack bar” “The bowling alley snack bar?” she asked. “Sure, why not?” “What do they have there?” “I don’t know. Snack bar stuff, I guess.” “Well, OK” We get there and look at the menu and discover that, sure enough, there is snack bar food available. What follows is a loose translation of the ensuing conversation. Me: Do you know what you want? Her: What are you

Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031159568558212778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311872.post-1064986102606077652003-09-30T22:01:00.000-07:002003-09-30T22:28:22.373-07:00

Yeah.

Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031159568558212778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311872.post-1064679834457924432003-09-27T09:23:00.000-07:002003-09-27T09:23:54.286-07:00

1. Not favorable; unpropitious. 2. Troublesome; adverse: an untoward incident. 3. Hard to guide or control; unruly. 4. Improper; unseemly. 5. Archaic. Awkward. Others definitions include: Awkward; ungraceful Inconvenient; troublesome; vexatious; unlucky; unfortunate not in keeping with accepted standards of what is right or proper in polite society About 2 weeks ago I woke up with this

Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031159568558212778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311872.post-1064545036094803082003-09-25T19:57:00.000-07:002003-09-25T19:57:16.236-07:00

And what a hot Mamma that was...

Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031159568558212778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311872.post-1064255071304483802003-09-22T11:24:00.000-07:002003-09-22T11:24:31.186-07:00

3 single guys motivating down the highway out on the town on a Friday night. 1 with a mohawk in the backseat. Car comes alongside. Hopeful 3 guys look to their left, 2 of which quickly turn straight ahead never to allow their eyes to deviate to the left ever again. The 3rd, however, was not so lucky. His eyes were caught in her trance - until she blew him a soft seductive kiss. He then

brentnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311872.post-1063821176475105312003-09-17T10:52:00.000-07:002003-09-19T10:55:56.086-07:00

Good toes, that is. For a moment or two I thought to myself, "Well, there goes that foot." I'll spare you the details of how it all came about, but last weekend, I managed to smash the monkey crap out of my left big toe. Actually all of the toes on that foot got dinged, but the big toe took one for the team and got really pounded. Ten seconds after the incident, I pulled off the shoe and sock

Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031159568558212778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311872.post-1062523938939078392003-09-02T10:32:00.000-07:002003-09-19T10:54:33.230-07:00

Been a while since the last time I took a mental load off here. I took some time off to relax a bit and get a few things done around the house. So, in the past few days, I've changed brake pads on the car, went to the zoo, put some much needed hubcaps on the car, cleaned the inside of the car, changed a headlight on the car, (The car's for sale, by the way) changed the breather filter on the

Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031159568558212778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311872.post-1061611605139101672003-08-22T21:06:00.000-07:002003-12-13T20:02:03.420-08:00

BubbaCom is coming to town

Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031159568558212778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311872.post-1061265573546193632003-08-18T20:59:00.000-07:002003-08-22T21:07:17.520-07:00

Somewhere, deep within the Y-Chromosome, is a special little code called the Gastric Humor Code (GHC). The GHC controls the male response to gastric events. No matter if you (or the members of your carpool) have ripped one, dropped some wolf bait, slipped out a slient but deadly one, pooted, tooted, farted, been flatulent, broke wind, pulled your buddy's finger, or your own finger for that

Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031159568558212778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311872.post-1061214674343627282003-08-18T06:51:00.000-07:002003-08-18T06:51:58.986-07:00

If you are driving down the Interstate on any common day. Let's say its a very hot day. AC is running..... You are looking at your fellow drivers... one by one. The 4 door car next to you slows to match your speed. You take a glance to see who it might be. Then... all at once. All 4 windows roll down at the same time. Inside you see 4 grown men laughing. What happened?

Jasonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311872.post-1060743825036804812003-08-12T20:03:00.000-07:002003-08-12T20:03:45.043-07:00

Wish that you’d call I know that you won’t Do what you may I’ll say what you don’t Always like that Alone in my time With or without You on my mind Ghosts come and go But never stay gone Walking that way For only so long Twisted and turned Balled up like twine Here come the switchbacks On the trail of my mind

Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031159568558212778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311872.post-1060570157955828202003-08-10T19:49:00.000-07:002003-08-11T14:09:36.300-07:00

Many of you have sent cards and letters wanting to know more about the Stub Tailed Possum. So, here's the rest of the story... Last winter we were adopted by a stray cat (Hobbes) and as a result, we have cat food on the front porch. One evening about 2 months ago my wife hollers “Come Here!” or some similar wife-like command. Dutifully, I respond with an agitated “What?” “There’s a possum

Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031159568558212778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311872.post-1060569647459884322003-08-10T19:40:00.000-07:002003-08-10T19:40:47.356-07:00

“Hey! What are you doing?” ”I’m opening the microwave.” “Well, you still had 1 second left on the timer.” “So?” “Oh Man! You programmed it for exactly 40 seconds. It was set to deliver exactly 40 seconds worth of radiation and you opened it up after 39 seconds.” “Again, So?” “So, now there’s 1 second of radiation in limbo somewhere.” “There is? Where?” “That’s the real question, now isn’t it?

Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031159568558212778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311872.post-1060050506470758382003-08-04T19:28:00.000-07:002003-08-05T18:34:53.490-07:00

the page is turned but no one's looking now when the bridges burn you can see the light I belive you want to change but that don't make it right. so tell me what you want to say you can whisper in my ear you can tell your tale you can bawl and wail but no one else will hear. - A.J. Croce, "Uncommon Sense"

Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031159568558212778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311872.post-1059936935857833662003-08-03T11:55:00.000-07:002003-08-03T11:55:35.733-07:00

Using your $800 Child Tax Credit Refund to pay for a vasectomy...

Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031159568558212778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311872.post-1059624389214957012003-07-30T21:06:00.000-07:002003-07-30T21:08:42.416-07:00

Thought for the day... A Jury of your peers. Have you ever really stopped to think about that? Those four words make me shudder and thank God that I've never been subjected to the process of being judged by a jury of my peers. Why? you ask... Well, think about what it takes to get called for jury duty. Some states, it's being registered to vote, some it's having a drivers license. Neither

Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031159568558212778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311872.post-1059596315307874762003-07-30T13:18:00.000-07:002003-07-30T13:18:35.320-07:00

AH yes... The sweet smell of friendship... Or did I forget to put on deodorant? I took the liberty of linking to your site. That's pretty cool! Looks like you've been busy. On a blogger related note, your site is prime for integrating blogger into it. This is the News portion my buddy's family site; Blogger completely and seemlessly integrated into it. Way cool and way easy to use. Be

Robhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01031159568558212778noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311872.post-1059578803014710502003-07-30T08:26:00.000-07:002003-07-30T13:10:03.100-07:00

As the long awaited rains fell to the dry Oklahoma earth a friend from the past sprouts from the soil.... Hello! Hello! Hello! Thank you for the nice words from ferrets around the world. Been a couple of days since last we spoke. Look forward to playing catch-up. Oh, speaking of the "widow-maker" Brent left that big desk behind in Houston.... we shall never see it again! Hated moving that

Jasonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5311872.post-1059537567122808282003-07-29T20:59:00.000-07:002003-08-11T09:33:28.583-07:00

In a way, I feel like I owe an apology. Not sure to who or what for, but, here goes... But just how does eight years go by like that? One day, you're at the big metal desk sitting in what used to be a dining room, banking a rubber ball into the corner of the room for an hour straight and then BOOM, eight years go by and the big metal desk (with the other big metal desk right next to it) is

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