<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880</id><updated>2011-10-10T12:56:52.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain Tumor History And Other Rants</title><subtitle type='html'>November 2002 rediagnosed with a recurring tumor I am going to bring you through the whole fun thing</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>281</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-3319327140941655913</id><published>2007-08-10T16:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T16:22:18.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday, August 10, 2007rantings8/6/07I used to think how boring a wife and a house some pets and some kids would be for a life.  When I was younger I had to grow up and have it different well 1. My raging hormones wanted tons of women. 2. I had to grow up and be rich, preferably a musician who would have ready access to said women.  Some things got in the way as I came of age.  1. I did not have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3319327140941655913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=3319327140941655913&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/3319327140941655913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/3319327140941655913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2007/08/friday-august-10-2007-rantings-8607-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-3724838422522091930</id><published>2007-08-06T17:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T17:17:28.655-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>8/6/07I’m The Invisible ManYes it has been a long time since I posted anything.  Do I have any drastic reason why? Nope part laziness I guess I haven’t written much of anything, and nothing to post.  So here’s the highlight reel: We are married over a year now, Summer is almost over, no trips this year.I learned a lot of things over time.  Surely a sign of aging.  People are transparent and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3724838422522091930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=3724838422522091930&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/3724838422522091930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/3724838422522091930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2007/08/8607-im-invisible-man-yes-it-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-1930036744264171825</id><published>2007-05-11T14:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T14:45:20.544-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NBTF's Latest Press Release              PRESS   RELEASE             IMPACT OF BRAIN TUMORS LEAVES MANY PATIENTS   FINANCIALLY DESTITUTE                            First study on financial impact of   brain tumors paints a bleak picture for insured and employed   patients                           SAN   FRANCISCO, CA, May 9, 2007 – A new study released by the National   Brain Tumor Foundation, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1930036744264171825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=1930036744264171825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/1930036744264171825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/1930036744264171825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2007/05/nbtfs-latest-press-release-press.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-5302484375010541753</id><published>2007-05-09T17:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T17:17:15.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NINRight Where It Belongssee the animal in his cage that you built?are you sure what side you're on?better not look him too closely in the eye...are you sure what side of the glass you're on?see the safety of the life you have built?everything where it belongs...feel the hollowness inside of your heartand it's all right where it belongs...what if everything around you isn't quite what it seems?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5302484375010541753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=5302484375010541753&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/5302484375010541753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/5302484375010541753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2007/05/nin-right-where-it-belongs-see-animal.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-8335894300302115760</id><published>2007-05-03T13:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T13:48:26.449-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>5/3/07     So today is our 11 month anniversary which means our big one year is one month away, we get to eat year old cake…  Some highlights are: Bahamas honeymoon coming home to our old house being sold, then moving into our new house one month later.  Which entailed moving states and fun dmv and change of address stuff.  Well all has stabilized we are now picking out colors for the house to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/8335894300302115760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=8335894300302115760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/8335894300302115760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/8335894300302115760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2007/05/5307-so-today-is-our-11-month.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-1653181391885453281</id><published>2007-05-01T13:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T13:24:54.608-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                             Tuesday, May 01, 2007                                                                                                                                                       something to think about                                                                                         GEORGE CARLIN (His wife recently died...) Isn't it amazing that George Carlin - gross</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/1653181391885453281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=1653181391885453281&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/1653181391885453281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/1653181391885453281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2007/05/tuesday-may-01-2007-something-to-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-6300544547259629532</id><published>2007-04-24T17:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T17:58:43.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>4/24/07Where you at? 4/24/07  I have been the ultimate blog slacker.  I have had blogs floating around in my head and I just don’t post them.  But are you really missing being inside my head? I mean really.  The weather has finally broken and it has been great to be outside.  In 5 or so weeks I will have been married a whole year.  Kick ass.  All my MRI health stuff has been coming up clear which</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6300544547259629532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=6300544547259629532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/6300544547259629532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/6300544547259629532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2007/04/42407-where-you-at-42407-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-6016354915801773531</id><published>2007-04-08T20:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T20:46:14.372-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I got a friend named Whiskey SamHe was my boonierat buddy for a year in NamHe said is my country just a little off trackTook 'em twenty-five years to welcome me backBut, it's better than not coming back at allMany a good manI saw fall And even now,every time I dream I hear the menand the monkeys in the jungle screamDrive on, don't mean nothin'My children love me , but they don't understandAnd I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/6016354915801773531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=6016354915801773531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/6016354915801773531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/6016354915801773531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-got-friend-named-whiskey-sam-he-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-4453515889656800481</id><published>2007-03-13T18:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T18:19:22.039-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In April, Maya Angelou was interviewed by Oprah on her 70+ birthday.  Oprah asked her what she thought of growing older.  And, there on television, she said it was "exciting." Regarding body changes, she said there were many, occurring every day...like her breasts.  They seem to be in a race to see which will reach her waist, first.  The audience laughed so hard they cried. She is such a simple </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/4453515889656800481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=4453515889656800481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/4453515889656800481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/4453515889656800481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2007/03/in-april-maya-angelou-was-interviewed.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-5054761488940088639</id><published>2007-03-13T17:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T17:51:11.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3/13/07The Hex People that have the hex will understand.  People that don’t are the others.  Since 10/11/99 I have known the hex.  10/11/99 I found out I had a monster attacking my brain.  And from that point forward I became someone with a hex, not an other.  From that point on I was Bob The Brain because of a brain tumor.  It was a random act of misery.  There are people that get the same </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/5054761488940088639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=5054761488940088639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/5054761488940088639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/5054761488940088639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2007/03/31307-hex-people-that-have-hex-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-3072229620717429193</id><published>2007-02-23T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T17:23:03.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2/23/07     One good thing about music is that when it hits you you feel no pain  O.A.R.     OK I meant to catch up earlier so now you are just getting the cliff notes version.     Snow started 2/13 (Tuesday)  Our street wasn’t plowed until 2/16 (Friday)     Yes we were ice locked onto our block for that whole time.  Heather couldn’t get to school and I had to break up our 80 foot driveway with a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/3072229620717429193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=3072229620717429193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/3072229620717429193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/3072229620717429193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2007/02/22307-one-good-thing-about-music-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-117209940592376645</id><published>2007-02-21T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T18:10:05.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong in the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms, 1929 I still need more healthy rest in order to work at my best. My </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/117209940592376645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=117209940592376645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/117209940592376645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/117209940592376645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2007/02/world-breaks-everyone-and-afterward.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-117090217870256607</id><published>2007-02-07T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T21:46:37.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2/7/07     Man so many years I fumbled the ball.  I feel like I dabbled in a lot of things but was never really good at any of it.    You ever just wonder what was my calling supposed to be?  I mean I played instruments, but never fluid.    I am still a bad driver but better than I once was.    I am not interested in sports in conventional ones I quit early, I think after I caught a pop up fly in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/117090217870256607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=117090217870256607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/117090217870256607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/117090217870256607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2007/02/2707-man-so-many-years-i-fumbled-ball.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-117036624614849825</id><published>2007-02-01T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T16:44:06.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2/1/07So last night was a better night. I only took one chemo pill and not 2.  So Heather and I both got a decent nights sleep.  I still felt a bit nauseous during the night but I did not get sick so it was tolerable.  I woke up stronger today and was able to do a little more.   No marathons yet but I never did them before so no difference there.  I need to get some snacks that I can eat at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/117036624614849825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=117036624614849825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/117036624614849825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/117036624614849825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2007/02/2107-so-last-night-was-better-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-117028204978377318</id><published>2007-01-31T17:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T17:20:49.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1/31/07     Last night was the night that never ended.  We went to the doctor’s office in the afternoon.  I got my one chemo injection there.  I wasn’t feeling to bad a little tired but what no biggie.  We got home ate dinner.  Then I took my anti-nausea pill.  Then chemo watched a little TV with Heather during all of this. She was studying.  I passed out about 11:30.  Heather watched a little </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/117028204978377318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=117028204978377318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/117028204978377318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/117028204978377318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2007/01/13107-last-night-was-night-that-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-117011786196470764</id><published>2007-01-29T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T19:44:21.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1/29/07     So tomorrow I am starting the 2nd and 3rd drugs of my new chemo round.  I started the first one last Tuesday.  I felt sick for a couple days.  I don’t know how I will feel after tomorrow.  The pills I take for 2 weeks and I have to maintain a specific diet for 2 weeks after that.  I am not thrilled about having to watch what I eat for a month so I don’t get an allergic reaction.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/117011786196470764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=117011786196470764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/117011786196470764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/117011786196470764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2007/01/12907-so-tomorrow-i-am-starting-2nd.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-116864168445861078</id><published>2007-01-12T17:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T17:41:24.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1/12/07Thinking1/12/07What do I got? Well several doctor appointments I had to reschedule.  The team I was trying to establish of doctors in Pa to work with my New York ones at this point I think I have learned I think I just need to work with the New York ones.  Trying to keep communication flowing between them is virtually impossible.  I had another MRI on the 2nd .  So I have basically given </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/116864168445861078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=116864168445861078&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/116864168445861078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/116864168445861078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2007/01/11207-thinking-11207-what-do-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-116793455631975912</id><published>2007-01-04T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T13:15:56.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Johnny Cash Last song ever writtenLike The 309it should be a while before i see dr. deathso it would sure be nice if i could get my breathwell i'm not the crying nor the whining kind'till i hear the whistle of the 309of the 309, of the 309put me in my box on the 309take me to the depot, put me to bedblow an electric fan on my gnarly old headeverybody take a look, see i'm doing finethen load my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/116793455631975912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1/1/07Bob DylanThe Ballad of Frankie Lee and Judas PriestWell, Frankie Lee and Judas Priest,They were the best of friends.So when Frankie Lee needed money one day,Judas quickly pulled out a roll of tensAnd placed them on a footstoolJust above the plotted plain,Sayin',"Take your pick, Frankie Boy,My loss will be your gain."Well, Frankie Lee, he sat right downAnd put his fingers to his chin,But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/116770423038356675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=116770423038356675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/116770423038356675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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someone grow up, no matter what age they are (and I do mean the adults).Some people just have to be the center of attention or no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/116648877547029041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=116648877547029041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/116648877547029041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/116648877547029041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/12/121806-my-bronx-guru-has-some-advice.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-116604566601627519</id><published>2006-12-13T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T16:34:26.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A friend loves at all times          And a brother is born for adversity.Proverb 17:22A cheerful heart is a good medicine,          But a downcast spirit dries up the bones.Proverb 18:24There are friends who pretend to be friends,          But there is a friend that sticks closer than a brother.Doors open and close.I just had several friends from like 15 years ago find me on My Space.  Last year </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/116604566601627519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=116604566601627519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/116604566601627519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/116604566601627519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/12/friend-loves-at-all-times-and-brother.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-116603248188782440</id><published>2006-12-13T12:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T12:54:41.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RIPMay your soul rest in peace.....Michael Shwarts of Carlstadt, NJ was killed in Iraq November 24, 2006. He was killed by and Iraqi sniper, one fatal bullet to the neck killed him, he was only 20 years old.No I didn't know him but, and he didn't know you either but American soldiers are dieing each day to keep us safe here...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/116603248188782440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=116603248188782440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/116603248188782440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/116603248188782440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/12/rip-may-your-soul-rest-in-peace.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-116587373099540973</id><published>2006-12-11T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T17:33:18.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>12/12/06************ more added to bottom if you read the post on the 11th***********David BowieChangesI still don't know what I was waiting forAnd my time was running wildA million dead-end streetsEvery time I thought I'd got it madeIt seemed the tastewas not so sweetSo I turned myself to face meBut I've never caught a glimpseOf how the others must see the fakerI'm much too fast to take that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/116587373099540973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=116587373099540973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/116587373099540973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/116587373099540973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/12/121206-more-added-to-bottom-if-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-116562023719648535</id><published>2006-12-08T18:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T18:23:57.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>12/8/06LaddersLife is a journey upwards on a ladder.  And can be part of my fear of heights.  People and events are wrungs on this ladder.  And every so often an event happens that can be worthy of a landing where you can stop for a minute and see your accomplishments, your failures, just enjoy how hard you worked to get that point.  Take for instance our new house or more importantly our wedding</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/116562023719648535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=116562023719648535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/116562023719648535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/116562023719648535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/12/12806-ladders-life-is-journey-upwards.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-116554471859548546</id><published>2006-12-07T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T21:25:18.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>12/7/06We got a dusting of snow today as I write this and it is 18 degrees and falling.  Yes a weather report from 2000 feet up and 30 miles from the border. Nothing new or philosophical today.  I go for chemo tomorrow.  No big deal just a 1 hour injection.  I am getting it done in Pa.  Heather has her first day of school tomorrow.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/116554471859548546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=116554471859548546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/116554471859548546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/116554471859548546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/12/12706-we-got-dusting-of-snow-today-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-116544017917380079</id><published>2006-12-06T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T16:22:59.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>12/6/06Toot my own horn I willIt was said many years ago that I wouldn’t amount to much, I mean yeah a college degree from a state university – dime a dozen, except to those that don’t have them.  Now that statement is only a ½ truth.  The true part is I have not become successful in a career.  I live on a fixed income.  But to that end I have met my soul mate married her bought a new </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/116544017917380079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=116544017917380079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/116544017917380079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/116544017917380079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/12/12606-toot-my-own-horn-i-will-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-116534616188449073</id><published>2006-12-05T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T14:16:01.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>12/5/06You got 20 days to get it right.Did you buy enough, too much, will ups get it here in time, did you forget anyone?  Merry shopping season.  Me, I am done and wrapped just need the tree and the 25th. Oh and holiday cards done also.  Hey this is our houses first Christmas no other houses on our block, not that there’s many have lights outside, then you come to our house Vegas baby Vegas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/116534616188449073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=116534616188449073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/116534616188449073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/116534616188449073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/12/12506-you-got-20-days-to-get-it-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-116528510074434544</id><published>2006-12-04T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T21:18:20.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Year end wrap-upThis year has been amazing.  I got to marry my best friend.  Something a few years ago I thought was not possible.  But here we are married, a new house, 2 dogs and a cat.  We went to the Bahamas.  There are a lot of things we have been blessed with and a lot to be thankful for including our good health and a lot of people also our parents and some of our good friends.  Not all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/116528510074434544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=116528510074434544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/116528510074434544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/116528510074434544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/12/year-end-wrap-up-this-year-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-116337081993960988</id><published>2006-11-12T17:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:33:40.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>11/12/06I have had a lot of time for reflection and learning about people since I moved.  I have lost a 20 year friend due to bizarre not understood circumstances.  But it’s just another chapter in my book a new door opens now.  Some acquaintances have decided to drop away also.  Some people you can’t get rid of.  Some people are always there and it takes moving away to bring them closer and in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/116337081993960988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=116337081993960988&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/116337081993960988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/116337081993960988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/11/111206-i-have-had-lot-of-time-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-116318953998283864</id><published>2006-11-10T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T15:12:19.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So not much of anything has happened in the past month so I haven't written.  It is a very quiet mountain so needless to say I have a lot of conversations with the dogs. I go to the dr's this month but I have been feeling alright I don't forsee any problems but I will update with appointment notes.I still go to the firehouse social club twice a week interesting group.B</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/116318953998283864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=116318953998283864&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/116318953998283864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/116318953998283864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-not-much-of-anything-has-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-116059291726858813</id><published>2006-10-11T14:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T14:55:17.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>10/11/06Where the hell have I been and are you still checking in?  Our friends have moved in with some family because logistically it is easier for them.  But we enjoyed having their company here and they are welcome back anytime.  We are still available to them night and day.  I have done a couple blood tests another MRI, nothing out of the ordinary.  Finally got our last piece of the new house </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/116059291726858813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=116059291726858813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/116059291726858813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/116059291726858813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/10/101106-where-hell-have-i-been-and-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-115875878650413403</id><published>2006-09-20T09:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T09:26:26.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wednesday, September 20, 2006Sharing blessings, you thought your day suckedClose friends of ours are now shacking up with us (read her explanation below).  And we wouldn't have life any other way Heather and I are so blessed that this is the least we want to do, and would love to do more.The Day That Turned Out Sucky Current mood: shockedOk so here I am sitting in my best friends house not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/115875878650413403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=115875878650413403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/115875878650413403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/115875878650413403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/09/wednesday-september-20-2006-sharing.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-115757255273343900</id><published>2006-09-06T15:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T15:55:53.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>9/6/0640 years can be a long timeMan why are people so messed up to people closest to them.  Example I see this older woman in the supermarket. She says I married the wrong man, over 40 years and he is the wrong man, I can barely walk and am almost dead.  Now this was no joke.  She meant it.  Now I am no saint have never claimed to be but I have been more aware in recent years, of people that are</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/115757255273343900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=115757255273343900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/115757255273343900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/115757255273343900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/09/9606-40-years-can-be-long-time-man-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-115747273734742436</id><published>2006-09-05T12:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T12:12:17.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So in trying to find new doctors out here I spoke to a cancer foundation who sent me information.  Included in this packet was a little book called, "What you need to know about brain tumors".  Now my knee gut reaction would be what are you gonna teach me.  But with an open mind I decided to peruse it.  Surgery, radiation, chemo, chemo trials, know all about this stuff. It was very broad based </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/115747273734742436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=115747273734742436&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/115747273734742436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/115747273734742436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-in-trying-to-find-new-doctors-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-115651681220605716</id><published>2006-08-25T10:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T10:40:12.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>8/25/06Why did they lie to us?They told us and made us memorize that pluto was a planet in our solar system.  Not only have I never used this fact, I was forced to memorize one to many planets.  I know a ot of comedians joke about algebra being useless which it is.  But what about only teaching us the alphabet forwards when there are critical times in life you need to know it backwards.  I can't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/115651681220605716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=115651681220605716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/115651681220605716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/115651681220605716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/08/82506-why-did-they-lie-to-us-they-told.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-115646120121758626</id><published>2006-08-24T19:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T19:13:21.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thursday, August 24, 2006Why does it seem like everyone around me here has had someone in their life die from brain tumors?  Is this where we all come, they ship us to?  2 people this week alone one second husband and one girlfriend both bim bam boom poof gone.  But not Bob he is here to stay maybe this is part of my mission.... stay tuned for details......</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/115646120121758626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=115646120121758626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/115646120121758626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/115646120121758626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/08/thursday-august-24-2006-why-does-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-115608225638469752</id><published>2006-08-20T09:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T09:57:36.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sunday, August 20, 2006friends and familyNot everyone  is going to think like you.  Some people if you just order pizza for instance when they come over, don't see the difference in over 10 hours of cooking a home cooked meal.  Some do.  When they don't you have to look at where it's coming from, and leave it there.  If you are a horrible cook order pizza, if you know you can nail it cook it, but</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/115608225638469752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=115608225638469752&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/115608225638469752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/115608225638469752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/08/sunday-august-20-2006-friends-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-115595039497103428</id><published>2006-08-18T21:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T21:19:54.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>8/18/06Celebrate life.  New life.  Your life.  Anyone who has had the miserable experience in any fashion of coming close to losing it changes perspective in one form or another.  It's not about the actions sometimes it's about the lack of actions or your state of mind.  Sometimes if you know how much someone cares it will change your outlook.  Life doesn't keep score.  Games do.  Help someone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/115595039497103428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=115595039497103428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/115595039497103428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/115595039497103428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/08/81806-celebrate-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-115567240577259133</id><published>2006-08-15T16:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T16:06:45.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>8/15/06If your day sucks... not getting better Current mood: crazyThink of something crazy, stupid and funny you and or you and one of your friends did and friggin laugh.  Change gears.  Reach out and just touch someone.  If it is pinching a strangers ass do it, I guarantee you will laugh when she walks awayor simply pick up the phone and talk to someone that you never get around to calling.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/115567240577259133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=115567240577259133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/115567240577259133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/115567240577259133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/08/81506-if-your-day-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-115557167217372240</id><published>2006-08-14T12:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T12:07:52.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Welcome to the best year of my llife:My soulmate, best friend, lover, the works, married ME.  I am still in shock.  Super-Honeymoon. Sold old house.Bought and furnished new big house.Babies on the way from 2 friends this month.CAN I GET A HELL FUCKING YEAH, thanks Tommy.Top that pizza hut. Pizza hut?  I have no idea.  Punching out.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/115557167217372240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=115557167217372240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/115557167217372240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/115557167217372240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/08/welcome-to-best-year-of-my-llife-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-115547416297918539</id><published>2006-08-13T08:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T09:09:59.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is a long catty oneThere is what my groomsman said and my answers thses are parts are my responses to my groomsman email:Dude, I have just been really busy. Sorry I have beenunreachable...Unreachable... interesting what about didn't call you back (see end) I am not touching base with someone unreachable.... how do I touch base then?Listen, I want to tell you something that has been onmy mind</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/115547416297918539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=115547416297918539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/115547416297918539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/115547416297918539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-is-long-catty-one-there-is-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-115526388031787846</id><published>2006-08-10T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T22:38:00.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thursday, August 10, 2006why pa? That's what a lot of people asked.  Because when I look at my house I yell a big Tommy Lee, "Hell Fin' Yeah".  Thats whyOK almost all set we just need to jump through the dmv hoops to get that stuff set up.  Not much new for me.  We hired a fence guy  to put in a fence for the dogs.  They still hate being tied up.  I was working in the yard clearing some brush </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/115526388031787846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=115526388031787846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/115526388031787846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/115526388031787846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/08/thursday-august-10-2006-why-pa-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-115465269233476880</id><published>2006-08-03T20:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T20:51:32.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We are pretty well situated in out home as I had previously written.  I think I found a doctor to work with out here.  For a minute there I thought I would be driving 80 miles each way once a week to monitor my condition.  I started chemo therapy again.  I felt a little sick all day it has been a lot worse in the past.  I still have to go to NYC for my specialist.  We went swimming yesterday at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/115465269233476880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=115465269233476880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/115465269233476880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/115465269233476880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/08/we-are-pretty-well-situated-in-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-115426583756592198</id><published>2006-07-30T09:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T09:23:57.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sunday, July 30, 2006playing catch upWe are here in our new house and almost unpacked.  It is great it doesnt yet feel like home.  It is so much bigger than our last house.  We had a 26 foot box truck stuffed.  Heathers brother and parents helped a lot.  Some of my friends kicked in help and my parents also.  My mortgage company still hasnt given us a closing date.  We cant get mail here until we</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/115426583756592198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=115426583756592198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/115426583756592198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/115426583756592198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/07/sunday-july-30-2006-playing-catch-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-115378752664298898</id><published>2006-07-24T20:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T20:32:06.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guess who's moved into the neighborhood?  They don't even know what they are in for.B</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/115378752664298898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=115378752664298898&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/115378752664298898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/115378752664298898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/07/guess-whos-moved-into-neighborhood.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-115287852830064417</id><published>2006-07-14T08:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T08:02:08.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>7/15/06moving dayWe are moving Sat the 15th so we will not have web access try not to miss us too much.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/115287852830064417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=115287852830064417&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/115287852830064417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/115287852830064417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/07/71506-moving-day-we-are-moving-sat.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-115149365289450458</id><published>2006-06-28T07:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T07:20:52.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things are CRAZY here.  It’s been raining for a whole week and the dogs can’t play in the yard all day so they are just being whiny brats, they want to go play but if they go in the yard they will be a muddy mess.  Packing for the move, doctors visits, lawyer calls, house repairs, me yelling at our mortgage company.  I am trying to get documents to this one signatures to that one, it just stinks.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/115149365289450458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=115149365289450458&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/115149365289450458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/115149365289450458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/06/things-are-crazy-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-115090442437572289</id><published>2006-06-21T11:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T11:40:24.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wassup.  The house just came out of home inspection, I have to negotiate a couple repairs with them now.  New house is being worked on dillengently, We should be moving @ the 15th of July.  It is stressful for both of us.   Heather is trying to find a job out there.  That is very stressful.  We have been packing like as banshees.  Not much else new, don't want anything else right now.  We have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/115090442437572289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=115090442437572289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/115090442437572289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/115090442437572289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/06/wassup.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-115032143384568501</id><published>2006-06-14T17:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T17:43:53.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some wedding pictures here:http://www.pyhooya.com/Courtesy of Doug.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/115032143384568501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=115032143384568501&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/115032143384568501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/115032143384568501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/06/some-wedding-pictures-here-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-115031549567814003</id><published>2006-06-14T15:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T16:04:55.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>6/14/06So much has happened in 11 days.Oh how time flies and life rolls on.  Wedding was huge exciting, and seemed to go by so quick; I don’t even have words to describe the whole experience.  I picked up our marriage licenses today. It is official now Bob’s married will all the camped out women on the front lawn go home?  We went to the Bahamas for 5 days it was fun we ate tons of food, drank a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/115031549567814003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=115031549567814003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/115031549567814003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/115031549567814003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/06/61406-so-much-has-happened-in-11-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-114934647202114981</id><published>2006-06-03T10:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T10:54:32.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wedding DayI get picked up in 45 minutes my stomachs been nervous all mourning.... dinner last night? Nerves?  Dunno.  Oh, can't you see that you were born to stand by my sideAnd I was born to be with you, you were born to be my bride,You're the other half of what I am, you're the missing pieceAnd I love you more than ever with that love that doesn't cease.Blasser's out</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/114934647202114981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=114934647202114981&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114934647202114981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114934647202114981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/06/wedding-day-i-get-picked-up-in-45.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-114930513580553120</id><published>2006-06-02T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T23:25:35.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>6/2/06To Heather:Thank you for marrying me you mean the world to me ( now you better show up 2morrrow). I might not always be right, but I will be your Mr. Right, and you are and always will be my Mrs. Right. You are beautiful in so many ways. I look forward to our life together as we journey together right by your side.I am outta hereBob</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/114930513580553120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=114930513580553120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114930513580553120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114930513580553120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/06/6206-to-heather-thank-you-for-marrying.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-114907557289589162</id><published>2006-05-31T07:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T07:39:32.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You breathed on me and made my life a richer one to live,When I was deep in poverty you taught me how to give,Dried the tears up from my dreams and pulled me from the hole,Quenched my thirst and satisfied the burning in my soul.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/114907557289589162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=114907557289589162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114907557289589162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114907557289589162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-breathed-on-me-and-made-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-114898822756303505</id><published>2006-05-30T07:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T07:23:47.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>5/30/06I love you more than ever, more than time and more than love,I love you more than money and more than the stars above,Love you more than madness, more than waves upon the sea,Love you more than life itself, you mean that much to me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/114898822756303505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=114898822756303505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114898822756303505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114898822756303505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/05/53006-i-love-you-more-than-ever-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-114891928360954611</id><published>2006-05-29T12:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T12:14:43.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>5/30/06 The saying goes everything happens for a reason.  Well at this big change in my life I know why this is happening.  So everything before this was a dress rehearsal?  Some of those rehearsals were cruel jokes played on me.  I am not wallowing in my past illnesses although life without them would have been ok.  Or would it? Would I be who I am without all the head stuff?  Would I be with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/114891928360954611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=114891928360954611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114891928360954611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114891928360954611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/05/53006-saying-goes-everything-happens.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-114866153735967605</id><published>2006-05-26T12:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T12:38:57.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Memorial day recapI have been writing to a soldier over in Iraq for the past 5 months so that has taken a lot of my writing time.  I send a letter every week and a package every month.  I am just trying to give a little something back.  I told him when they got home we will hand over the non supporters to him.  He comes home in October.  He is a mechanic and works nights.  He’s 23 but says he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/114866153735967605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=114866153735967605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114866153735967605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114866153735967605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/05/memorial-day-recap-i-have-been-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-114865997165398622</id><published>2006-05-26T12:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T12:12:51.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>5/26/067 days to the wedding.  All is set.  Heather is going away with her bridesmaids on Saturday overnight.  I got bar-b-que all set. But enough about that, it’s memorial day weekend.  I know most people just see it as a day off, start of summer etc.  But what is it really about?  Be thankful to your veterans Past and Present.  Myself whenever I see anyone in military dress from past or present</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/114865997165398622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=114865997165398622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114865997165398622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114865997165398622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/05/52606-7-days-to-wedding.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-114857184150806928</id><published>2006-05-25T11:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T11:44:01.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>5/25/06Nine days left.  It's exciting, tiring, house isn't sold yet.  I can't wait just send me a good credit first time home buyer soon.  Know anyone?  Send them my way.   I need a nap.  Blood test yesterday, I had to go to Pa. Tuesday about the new house, and Monday I had a dr. appt, in the city.  The past weekend was busy also, final wedding plans.   A few more items for next week and then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/114857184150806928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=114857184150806928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114857184150806928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114857184150806928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/05/52506-nine-days-left.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-114812387921674080</id><published>2006-05-20T07:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T07:17:59.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>5/20/06So I have this dream right.  We are all getting our seating chart together today and I was still waiting on a few responses.  I switch offices with this one person that I was waiting on which is funny because it was in an office I never worked in, and funnier since I am out on disability. Turns out this office is used as storage for toilet paper and has a bunch of garbage in it.  Then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/114812387921674080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=114812387921674080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114812387921674080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114812387921674080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/05/52006-so-i-have-this-dream-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-114795582501562429</id><published>2006-05-18T08:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T08:37:05.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We went to see our DJ for the wedding this past week, we have that all set.I had my bachelor party this past weekend down at Atlantic City with a couple of friends.  We partied like rock stars in at least ½ dozen bars, saw a comedy show, and ate a ton of food and slept very little.  It took me days to recover, thanks to some of my closest friends.  Heather goes away this weekend for a night.  Our</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/114795582501562429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=114795582501562429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114795582501562429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114795582501562429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/05/we-went-to-see-our-dj-for-wedding-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-114781063472486645</id><published>2006-05-16T16:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T16:17:27.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Fundamental ThingsBonnie RaittLet's run naked through these city streetsWe're all captives of captivityLet's wear madness like a crucifixLet's tattoo Bible quotes across both our hips[Chorus:] Let's get back to the fundamental thingsLet's get back to the elements of styleLet's get back to simple skin on skinLet's get back to the fundamental thingsLet's dance barefoot over broken glassSlither </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/114781063472486645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=114781063472486645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114781063472486645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114781063472486645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/05/fundamental-things-bonnie-raitt-lets.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-114721056241889383</id><published>2006-05-09T16:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T17:36:02.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been tired, plenty tired this week.  Not much new, we have to go discuss the florist tommorrow for the wedding.  Down to 24 days.  11 days to rsvp or you get no seat.  Hey even if it's no just send it in so we know we kept a pretty tight list, so if we invited cha we would love to see ya there.  If you can't make it let us know, please.  Damn my own sister hasn't rsvp'd, but she is just holding </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/114721056241889383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=114721056241889383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114721056241889383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114721056241889383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/05/been-tired-plenty-tired-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-114677341237973842</id><published>2006-05-04T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T16:10:12.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blood numbers about the same down a little could be margin of error.  Not really concerned.  Tommorrow another trip to Pa. to look at houses.  We are tired of the back and forth and are ready to move.  We could be physically out of this house in probably a week right now.  We already packed a bunch of stuff up already.  But closing will probably take 45-60 days.  Damn I can't wait.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/114677341237973842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=114677341237973842&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114677341237973842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114677341237973842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/05/blood-numbers-about-same-down-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-114665613768959755</id><published>2006-05-03T07:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T07:35:37.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>5/3/06One month until the wedding.  Heather got hit on at her gym yesterday as she passed by some guy she turned around she only saw the back of his head.  It’s like a Seinfeld episode; she will be in the gym thinking every guy with gray hair might be him.  Obviously he wasn’t a butt guy or he would have been still looking at her.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/114665613768959755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=114665613768959755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114665613768959755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114665613768959755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/05/5306-one-month-until-wedding.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-114630902877283822</id><published>2006-04-29T07:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T07:10:28.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>4/29/06Hey for all those pains in the ass’s and drama friends starting May new rule.  Do not hand the bride or groom any more drama.  If it is wedding drama that’s what our Matron of honor and best men are for call them leave us out of it.  Our plates are full.  No more that includes no jokes on the bride and no guys acting like sorry ladies, bitches.  Leave us out of it.  Our 2 closest friends </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/114630902877283822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=114630902877283822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114630902877283822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114630902877283822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/04/42906-hey-for-all-those-pains-in-asss.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-114624166594564427</id><published>2006-04-28T12:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T12:27:45.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>4/28/06This blog came up on a google search for brain tumors from a woman helping a friend in Orlando.  I offered some helpful advice.  He is the same age as me but has had an inoperable brain tumor for 2 years.  It is scary but I told her to tell him not to give up and a good mantra is “fuck that tumor”.  I just say that this thing will not get me and live my life everyday and will continue to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/114624166594564427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=114624166594564427&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114624166594564427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114624166594564427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/04/42806-this-blog-came-up-on-google.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-114617743197505761</id><published>2006-04-27T18:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T18:37:11.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>4/27/06This one I made up for Fatboy and his favorite clent.Bud Light presentsReal men of geniusToday we salute youMr. my orders so important client            Mr. my orders so important clentThere are people in need of kidneysBut your worry is your orderYou need those bike seats yesterdayBut don’t want to pay for overnight shippingYou don’t forget who you are to usYour order is truly the only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/114617743197505761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=114617743197505761&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114617743197505761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114617743197505761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/04/42706-this-one-i-made-up-for-fatboy.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-114613736037818763</id><published>2006-04-27T07:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T07:29:20.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>4/27/06So I was thinking about a  lot of things.  I kind of feel stalled in life.  Don’t get me wrong I don’t miss getting up everyday for a piece of the big pie at a job.  With disability I can get the extra sleep my body tells me to.  I have to look to past achievements to feel a sense of worth in life sometimes.  I mean other people progress in their careers get raises can afford more luxuries</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/114613736037818763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=114613736037818763&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114613736037818763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114613736037818763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/04/42706-so-i-was-thinking-about-lot-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-114599092053646841</id><published>2006-04-25T14:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T14:48:40.550-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>4/25/06Only 8 mothes until Christmas want my list?38 days until wedded bliss return your rsvp cards or no seat for you.After a trying weekend with her family this is for Heather:PRINCE"Beautiful, Loved And Blessed"From 3121Wake upUr beautiful, loved and blessedFeel me? (I think I do)When U found me I was just a piece of clayI was 4mless, U gave me a new nameWith the breath of life I now live </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/114599092053646841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=114599092053646841&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114599092053646841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114599092053646841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/04/42506-only-8-mothes-until-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-114579164373347495</id><published>2006-04-23T07:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T07:27:23.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>enough rain....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/114579164373347495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=114579164373347495&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114579164373347495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114579164373347495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/04/enough-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-114564272997176433</id><published>2006-04-21T13:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T14:05:30.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>4/21/06last quarter moon says so on the calendar....So this realator calls last night at 7:20 pm.... says I am 5 minutes away can we come and see the house?  I said yes as to not pass up an oppurtunity.  It says to call ahead because of 2 big dogs.... it gets better she gets here with the uninterested couple and she is wearing a baggy flannel shirt with a wife beater under it.  Um Pearl jam </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/114564272997176433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=114564272997176433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114564272997176433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114564272997176433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/04/42106-last-quarter-moon-says-so-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-114548257539658887</id><published>2006-04-19T17:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T17:36:15.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>blood numbers are in ..... up slightly margin of error?  They did not go down again.... the fight isn't over yet... but boy did I buy a lot of meat to help my blood again this week coming!!!!Kick assDoughnuts rule too....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/114548257539658887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=114548257539658887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114548257539658887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114548257539658887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/04/blood-numbers-are-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-114544538834412108</id><published>2006-04-19T07:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T07:16:28.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>blood numbers day.... hold your beath and turn purple... I will update later</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/114544538834412108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=114544538834412108&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114544538834412108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114544538834412108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/04/blood-numbers-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-114531819954719785</id><published>2006-04-17T19:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T19:56:39.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>4/17/06Buy our house dammit…..Wedding planning… tying up little knots before tying the big knot. Bob DylanWedding SongI love you more than ever, more than time and more than love,I love you more than money and more than the stars above,Love you more than madness, more than waves upon the sea,Love you more than life itself, you mean that much to me.Ever since you walked right in, the circle's been</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/114531819954719785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=114531819954719785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114531819954719785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114531819954719785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/04/41706-buy-our-house-dammit.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-114518682468730162</id><published>2006-04-16T07:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T07:27:04.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>4/16/06Faces in life I have worn several when I was in sales I wore the I will try to manipulate you, but oh yeah I’m your best friend face just sign up and make me money.  Then I can type run on sentences about it later.  When you first start dating someone – you are on your best behaviour.  In fact Chris Ropck said it best when you first start going out with someone it is not even you, it is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/114518682468730162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=114518682468730162&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114518682468730162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114518682468730162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/04/41606-faces-in-life-i-have-worn.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-114443636026827548</id><published>2006-04-07T14:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T14:59:20.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>4/7/0656 days tick tock…..Prince said he won’t sing anymore songs with cuss words – that’s like 50 of his songs they said.  He said he doesn’t see the point he pushed the envelope as far as you can go already.  It must be great not to answer to anyone as an artist. Meanwhile ½ his new CD is still about the old in out in out.  CD debuted at #1.Nothing cooler than Buckcherry’s new song “Crazy Bitch</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/114443636026827548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=114443636026827548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114443636026827548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114443636026827548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/04/4706-56-days-tick-tock.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-114359438914430410</id><published>2006-03-28T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T20:06:29.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3/28/06Chemo is done special diet done.  I am glad that is over.  My platlets are sliding a little I find out more tomorrow. I got an MRI of my head last week, I ran into my surgeon luckily and he looked at it and said it looked good.  That is the best news you can hear with this situation, anything else sucks.  My blood numbers are lowering a little though, I am a little nervous about thatI have</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/114359438914430410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=114359438914430410&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114359438914430410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114359438914430410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/03/32806-chemo-is-done-special-diet-done.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-114185655302914023</id><published>2006-03-08T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T17:22:33.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3/8/06I am about to finish my two week chemo therapy regimen on this Thursday.  I still have to keep up the diet for 2 more weeks.  I had a wicked side effect yesterday I felt like I was spinning counter clockwise (picture drunken room spins) so even walking was difficult I had to lie down for like an hour to wait it out.  I just started paying cobra payments for my insurance, now my debt will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/114185655302914023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=114185655302914023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114185655302914023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114185655302914023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/03/3806-i-am-about-to-finish-my-two-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-114124934744722659</id><published>2006-03-01T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T16:42:27.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When I look down I just miss all the good stuff,When I look up I just trip over things.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/114124934744722659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=114124934744722659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114124934744722659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114124934744722659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/03/when-i-look-down-i-just-miss-all-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-114124816765266450</id><published>2006-03-01T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T16:22:47.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3/1/06I was never that bad baby that you had to toss me out….            But I was never so good that I left you free from doubtYou know those days when you can’t say or do anything right and there is no logical reason why.  It’s no ones fault or is it?  Do I create chaos around me?  I try sometimes either way I still don’t know the secret.  Maybe we aren’t supposed to know. I don’t know maybe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/114124816765266450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=114124816765266450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114124816765266450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114124816765266450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/03/3106-i-was-never-that-bad-baby-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-114116553225166495</id><published>2006-02-28T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T17:25:32.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2/27/06Chemo is getting a little easier day by day.  New diet is working out ok.  It is hard to not snack on foods I am not sure about. 94 days to the wedding…. Tick tock tick tock.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/114116553225166495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=114116553225166495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114116553225166495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114116553225166495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/02/22706-chemo-is-getting-little-easier.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-114078333438924623</id><published>2006-02-24T07:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T07:15:34.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2/24/06I am starting my chemo today.  I have never taken this drug before so I don’t know how I will react to it.  .  I have to follow a crazy a strict diet because this stuff reacts with most food.  Pasta, Wheaties, Chicken, meat, cooked fruit and vege’s, whole grain stuff.  Everything has to be less than 2 days from the store, processed foods, nuts, any caffeine all off the list.  I just don’t </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/114078333438924623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=114078333438924623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114078333438924623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/114078333438924623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/02/22406-i-am-starting-my-chemo-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-113995285701259241</id><published>2006-02-14T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T07:19:53.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2/14/06I am still waiting for blood levels to stabilize 105 days waiting so far.108 days to our wedding, our invitations just came in.Dinner tonight:Appetizer: breaded and fried meat ravioli,Main Course: Broccoli and Cavatelli,Desert: Carrot Cake.Reservations are for those that can't work a kitchenGift: Sunflower’s – our wedding flower, delivered to her work of course. And ½ her I Pod. Oh and the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/113995285701259241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=113995285701259241&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/113995285701259241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/113995285701259241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/02/21406-i-am-still-waiting-for-blood.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-113951355955248318</id><published>2006-02-09T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T14:32:39.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Proverb 17:17A friend loves at all times            And a brother is born for adversity.Proverb 17:22A cheerful heart is a good medicine,            But a downcast spirit dries up the bones.Proverb 18:24There are friends who pretend to be friends,            But there is a friend that sticks closer than a brother.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/113951355955248318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=113951355955248318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/113951355955248318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/113951355955248318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/02/proverb-1717-friend-loves-at-all-times.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-113942747474232171</id><published>2006-02-08T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T14:37:54.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2/8/06Proverb 12:4A good wife is the crown of her husbandProverb 12:15The way of a fool is right in his own eyes            But a wise man listens to advice.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/113942747474232171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=113942747474232171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/113942747474232171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/113942747474232171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/02/2806-proverb-124-good-wife-is-crown-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-113935751912370510</id><published>2006-02-07T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T19:11:59.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2/7/06Proverb 6:32He who commits adultery has no sense;            He who does it destroys himself.Wounds and dishonor will he get,            And his disgrace will not be wiped away.For jealousy makes a man furious,            And he will not spare when he takes revenge.He will take no compensation,            Nor be appeased though you multiply gifts.…You know who you are…..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/113935751912370510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=113935751912370510&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/113935751912370510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/113935751912370510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/02/2706-proverb-632-he-who-commits_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-113874614792389862</id><published>2006-01-31T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T17:22:27.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1/31/06My platlet numbers are about ½ way to recovery.  And Fatboy wanted me to tell everyone boy’s got a thick and juicy back, because last time I had nothing heavy to write.  Thanks Fatboy.  Dogs still growing, nothing new there, rain one day 50’s the next day who slipped Mother Nature a Roofie (sp?).  Heather was sick last weekend still a little run down, but she’s getting better. OK if you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/113874614792389862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=113874614792389862&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/113874614792389862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/113874614792389862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/01/13106-my-platlet-numbers-are-about-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-113838470210428072</id><published>2006-01-27T12:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T12:58:22.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1/27/06My numbers are still to low for treatment.  Nothing else really new.  Dogs growing in size.  Nothing heavy to write today.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/113838470210428072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=113838470210428072&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/113838470210428072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/113838470210428072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/01/12706-my-numbers-are-still-to-low-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-113710045140218022</id><published>2006-01-12T16:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T16:14:11.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1/12/06Because of my past I have become very traditional in my views.  My mother can be thanked for one thing making my life with women very difficult and trying at times.  I have learned through torture at times that I don’t need to be put down by someone that disguises love for abuse.  My father has shown me by example how to stand by people you care for during thick and thin.  I have had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/113710045140218022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=113710045140218022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/113710045140218022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/113710045140218022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/01/11206-because-of-my-past-i-have-become.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-113709629196314613</id><published>2006-01-12T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T15:04:51.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1/12/0655th day of a 42 day chemo cycle and I still don’t have steady blood numbers so I can take the 3rd drug of the 42 day cycle are you with me here.  Just hovering over the run way with no end in sight.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/113709629196314613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=113709629196314613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/113709629196314613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/113709629196314613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2006/01/11206-55th-day-of-42-day-chemo-cycle.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-113598481699077929</id><published>2005-12-30T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T18:20:17.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>12/30/05This is a timeline summary of the last 6 years of treatment for my Brain Tumor.10/11/99          Diagnosed with Brain Tumor10/18/99          Brain Mapped during surgery10/25/99          Brain Surgery to Remove Tumor12/15/99          Back to Work11/26/02          Diagnosed 2nd Time1/16/03            Last day of work1/17/03            Awake Brain Surgery to Remove Tumor3/6/03              </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/113598481699077929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=113598481699077929&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/113598481699077929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/113598481699077929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2005/12/123005-this-is-timeline-summary-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-113519534932017515</id><published>2005-12-21T15:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T15:02:29.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>12/21/05People don't realize what it's really like to survive this at times.  I am winning right now but have fought tooth nail, kicking and screaming through this not to die.  I see things different than all the people I talk to unless they have lived through this.   Hey if it still hurts I am alive.Imagine for a minute not being able to eat out at all, even most pre-packaged foods.  Not even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/113519534932017515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=113519534932017515&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/113519534932017515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/113519534932017515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2005/12/122105-people-dont-realize-what-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-113389661185384487</id><published>2005-12-06T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T14:16:51.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>12/6/05Medical update:  Last Friday I took my new chemo.  I paid a $50 co-pay for 2 pills.  I felt like crap until Monday.  This Friday I go into NYC for an injection.  Then the third drug I take everyday for 2 weeks, might just make eating for x-mas tricky.  I have to go back to eating for a chemo patient, no fresh fruit or vege’s everything has to be cooked.  Juices pasteurized.  If you are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/113389661185384487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=113389661185384487&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/113389661185384487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/113389661185384487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2005/12/12605-medical-update-last-friday-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-113226034504242612</id><published>2005-11-17T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T15:45:45.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>11/17/05Medical update:I am starting my chemo soon beginning of December, it's finally decided a 3 drug treatment we will see how my body will handle it.   My long term disability was restored and I like you am still broke, just definitely not as broke. More cleaning out my family closet if interested read on if not check out.What's cool about the blog is instead of playing wedding requests I can</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/113226034504242612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=113226034504242612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/113226034504242612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/113226034504242612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2005/11/111705-medical-update-i-am-starting-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-113214422140948320</id><published>2005-11-16T07:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T07:30:21.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>11/16/05The things that can be done to help us survive and to cure us have become very expensive.  What's the alternative? I'll tell you what it is; Go back 50 years, don't take medication, don't have surgery and die young.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/113214422140948320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=113214422140948320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/113214422140948320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/113214422140948320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2005/11/111605-things-that-can-be-done-to-help.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-113175813887296797</id><published>2005-11-11T20:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T20:15:38.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This one is from bitter-Bob to all you people that are still toi busy to say hi, I decided to let you off the hook and give you a song from you to me, thanks. You probably didn't thank a veteran today either that's between you and your consciousnessBobDAVID BOWIE - Everyone Says 'HI'Album: HeathenSaid you took a big tripThey said you moved awayHappened oh, so quietlyThey sayShoulda took a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/113175813887296797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=113175813887296797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/113175813887296797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/113175813887296797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-one-is-from-bitter-bob-to-all-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-113175733599849430</id><published>2005-11-11T19:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T20:05:02.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>11/11/05Did you notice it was Veterans Day today, or did veterans die so generations after them could forget their pain? Say thanks to people that protect your lame ass freedom to: talk to loud on a cell phone on a bus, pay to much for coffee, eat fast food everyday, so you can drink beers from around the world, not wait in line only to find out that there is no more bread at the store. I mean I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/113175733599849430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=113175733599849430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/113175733599849430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/113175733599849430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2005/11/111105-did-you-notice-it-was-veterans.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-113154817994731361</id><published>2005-11-09T09:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T09:56:19.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The grumps.  Sometimes we get 'em.  I don't know where they come from all the time.  I don't know if it can come from subconscious nerves of this treatment.  I know some of what is around the bend some things I don't know.  Chemo Sucks.  F Cancer.  I am sorry to the people affected directly by this.   I feel like a grumpy bear that needs to crawl into his den and hide, but thats not an option for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/113154817994731361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=113154817994731361&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/113154817994731361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/113154817994731361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2005/11/grumps.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-113112204585135804</id><published>2005-11-04T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T11:34:05.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blood test done today.  Heather still in a sling.  Walk it off I know!!!!!! j/k  Dogs in trouble today.  Exciting life.  Biggest problem I don't know if I am getting any Netflix movies in time for the weekend.... drama....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/113112204585135804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=113112204585135804&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/113112204585135804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/113112204585135804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2005/11/blood-test-done-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5159880.post-113094761645815309</id><published>2005-11-02T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T11:06:56.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Got my flu shot... another Dr. apt tommorrow, blood tests Friday.  MRI on the 14th.  Dr. apt. on the 9th just rockin and rollin in needles and questionaires.  Makes ya jealous I know.  Heather Banged her elbow good last night, another dr. visit tonight.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/feeds/113094761645815309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5159880&amp;postID=113094761645815309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/113094761645815309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5159880/posts/default/113094761645815309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bobthebrain.blogspot.com/2005/11/got-my-flu-shot.html' title=''/><author><name>Bob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09238669351270507226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
