<?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-26899041</id><updated>2012-01-27T23:55:20.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough Drafts</title><subtitle type='html'>The bombastic ramblings of Rob Rough</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rob Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769573816863673757</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>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26899041.post-5465138933606817194</id><published>2010-01-22T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T11:02:24.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a new website!    www.robrough.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/S1n1gymJjXI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Fmfi0okReJw/s1600-h/robroughdotcom.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/S1n1gymJjXI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Fmfi0okReJw/s400/robroughdotcom.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429640769458244978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.robrough.com"&gt;www.robrough.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26899041-5465138933606817194?l=robrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/feeds/5465138933606817194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26899041&amp;postID=5465138933606817194' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/5465138933606817194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/5465138933606817194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-new-website.html' title='I have a new website!    www.robrough.com'/><author><name>Rob Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769573816863673757</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/S1n1gymJjXI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Fmfi0okReJw/s72-c/robroughdotcom.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26899041.post-5172996978680356876</id><published>2009-02-24T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T12:08:01.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROB'S BLOG - REST IN PEACE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/SaRTmV4xm-I/AAAAAAAAAHg/WXIvVu94hfM/s1600-h/ROBBLOG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/SaRTmV4xm-I/AAAAAAAAAHg/WXIvVu94hfM/s400/ROBBLOG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306458179124698082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official. I have one thing, too many, to update and keep track of. The blog's gotta go. I am writing this with the knowledge that no one, except MAYBE Christopher and Kelly, will read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I aspire to be like my husband who is so digitally connected, I wonder if he is actually part of the Matrix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am keeping my gallery page up. You can find that at http://gallery.mac.com/rrough#gallery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you read this, e-mail me and let me know. I would be totally shocked if anyone responds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26899041-5172996978680356876?l=robrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/feeds/5172996978680356876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26899041&amp;postID=5172996978680356876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/5172996978680356876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/5172996978680356876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/2009/02/robs-blog-rest-in-peace.html' title='ROB&apos;S BLOG - REST IN PEACE'/><author><name>Rob Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769573816863673757</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/SaRTmV4xm-I/AAAAAAAAAHg/WXIvVu94hfM/s72-c/ROBBLOG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26899041.post-2416610168045875214</id><published>2009-02-08T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T09:43:47.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Word</title><content type='html'>1. Where is your cell phone? desk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your fantasy? censored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair? disappearing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother? ironing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father? designing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite thing? paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night? significant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your favorite drink? coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Your dream/goal? showing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What room you are in? studio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your hobby? designing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Your fear? inattentiveness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Where were you last night? studio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Muffins? no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Wish list item? Tree-house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Where you grew up? Toledo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Last thing you did? oatmeal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What are you wearing? jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Your TV? heavy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Your pets? alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Friends? important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Your life? full&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Your mood? happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Missing someone? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Car? driveway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Something you're not wearing? underwear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Your favorite store? SoCo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Your favorite color? Calcified-copper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. When is the last time you laughed? minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Last time you cried? Milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Who will resend this? yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. One place that I go to over and over? bookstore &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. One person who IMs me regularly? Goose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. My favorite place to eat? Booth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Why you participated in this survey? tagged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What are you doing tonight? yoga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Favorite animal? human&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Beach or Mountains? mountains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Cake or Pie? pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. You? smiling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26899041-2416610168045875214?l=robrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/feeds/2416610168045875214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26899041&amp;postID=2416610168045875214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/2416610168045875214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/2416610168045875214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-word.html' title='One Word'/><author><name>Rob Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769573816863673757</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-26899041.post-479515605646665229</id><published>2009-02-07T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T16:18:22.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing the Beard and Rydell High</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/SY4kx8jZm8I/AAAAAAAAAHY/3zefD1pit0I/s1600-h/IMG_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/SY4kx8jZm8I/AAAAAAAAAHY/3zefD1pit0I/s200/IMG_0085.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300214251948448706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/SY4kuSBv7gI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/LS3kyf0wxvE/s1600-h/IMG_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/SY4kuSBv7gI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/LS3kyf0wxvE/s200/IMG_0079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300214188993408514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/SY4ko48bcnI/AAAAAAAAAHI/EL2INAknqgs/s1600-h/IMG_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/SY4ko48bcnI/AAAAAAAAAHI/EL2INAknqgs/s400/IMG_0032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300214096360862322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/SY4kjeUi0lI/AAAAAAAAAHA/cqlnnCuBoJk/s1600-h/IMG_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/SY4kjeUi0lI/AAAAAAAAAHA/cqlnnCuBoJk/s320/IMG_0005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300214003314905682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally shaved off my beard. I said I would when I hit 200 pounds. That's officially the 50-pound mark. It's a trip to observe the aging process. It's been at least 5+ years since I have not had facial hair and last time my face was a giant balloon. Now that it's shrank a bit, there are a few wrinkles and a couple sags. You know, it doesn't bother me - in some ways, I kind of like it. But don't mistake this as an invitation to look like Ghandi any time in the near future. I am now a regular purchaser of high-end moisterizers for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I helped paint sets for a local high school musical of Grease. What a trip it was to watch the theater kids rehearse. I was flooded with memories of Central Catholic High School. My therapist is back on speed dial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a not-so-productive afternoon at work the other day and changed my wallpaper on my computer so it would look like a window that you can see through. (see pic) I hope my boss doesn't read my blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26899041-479515605646665229?l=robrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/feeds/479515605646665229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26899041&amp;postID=479515605646665229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/479515605646665229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/479515605646665229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/2009/02/losing-beard-and-rydell-high.html' title='Losing the Beard and Rydell High'/><author><name>Rob Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769573816863673757</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/SY4kx8jZm8I/AAAAAAAAAHY/3zefD1pit0I/s72-c/IMG_0085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26899041.post-4364311212723717208</id><published>2009-01-13T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T13:23:45.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E-mail vs. iPhone vs. Facebook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/SW0GTfilOfI/AAAAAAAAAFs/mkE0ZL451hY/s1600-h/overload.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/SW0GTfilOfI/AAAAAAAAAFs/mkE0ZL451hY/s200/overload.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290892069184027122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having communication option overload. But Teaya, my Uncle Walt's wife, e-mailed me and noted how horrifically out-of-date my blog was. She's right. Facebook took over during the holidays - after beating-out my iPhone as the primary chatting tool. How do people keep up with it all? My husband, Christopher, can update his Facebook profile while updating his iTunes, watching YouTube while talking on his phone about his next social function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am doing my best to get with it and add some more ditties to this site. Today's strategy is taking a break from work with my laptop and hanging-out at Starbuck's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am going to hand-write a note and send it in the snail mail to someone just to see if it still works. I wonder if there's an application on my phone that will adhere the stamp to the letter for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26899041-4364311212723717208?l=robrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/feeds/4364311212723717208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26899041&amp;postID=4364311212723717208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/4364311212723717208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/4364311212723717208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/2009/01/e-mail-vs-iphone-vs-facebook.html' title='E-mail vs. iPhone vs. Facebook'/><author><name>Rob Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769573816863673757</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/SW0GTfilOfI/AAAAAAAAAFs/mkE0ZL451hY/s72-c/overload.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26899041.post-8739582562128549604</id><published>2009-01-13T11:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:49:39.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Random Things About Me</title><content type='html'>1) I have reoccurring dreams about tornados, vampires and biting fish. The tornado and vampire dreams are never scary – they’re exciting. I have an incredible fascination with severe weather. Biting fish, on the other hand, freak me out – completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I love to delete chain e-mails. Every time you hear about a little girl in Africa on an iron lung that ran out of rice – it’s my fault. I didn’t forward the e-mail to ten of my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Power tools make me giddy. Home Depot is intoxicating. I love to build things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I don’t like milk. No, I don’t want to try soymilk. Creamy textures give me the heebee-jeebees. I don’t even like guacamole for that reason. I run from mayonnaise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I have no sense of direction. None. I need a Tom-Tom to find my way back from the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I didn’t always know I was gay. Everyone else did, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I have never bought anything from QVC or an infomercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I have a goal to never see the movie “Footloose” before I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Being an uncle, rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I am not a phone person and am notorious for taking three months to answer an e-mail. (But I never throw them out until I have responded… seriously.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) I love to paint and draw. Don’t ask me to make a ceramic bowl unless you have a forklift handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) As a teenager, I pierced my ear every time I got drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Speaking of that – I got drunk a lot. My left earlobe could strain spaghetti due to all of the holes in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) I love to organize things. I could make this list just as fast with a label maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Timelines are great. I have a journal where I mark significant events in my life. It starts in 1966 and goes to today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) I am a lazy cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) I loose lots of weight on years that end in the number eight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) One time, I got to get everyone at work a half a day off because I farted. I’ll have to tell you that story in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) I want my ashes to be sprinkled in the Smokey Mountains of Tennessee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) I think Cedar Point is one of the greatest influences on my life. I have a LOVE to old-school amusement parks and retro rides. I still revert to 7-year-old behavior when I hear the “click-click-click,” roars and screams of a roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) My Uncle Walt was my favorite babysitter as a little kid. I had no idea that he used to make me beg for free cookies at Zindorf’s Bakery so he could spend the cookie money, left by parents, on éclairs all for himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) I can write databases for hours, loosing track of time and forgetting to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) I HAVE to cut the tags out of my shirts. They drive me crazy if they touch my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) One of my favorite sounds is an oscillating yard sprinkler on a summer day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) I am madly in love with my husband, Christopher. We have been together for over 19 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26899041-8739582562128549604?l=robrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/feeds/8739582562128549604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26899041&amp;postID=8739582562128549604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/8739582562128549604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/8739582562128549604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/2009/01/25-random-things-about-me.html' title='25 Random Things About Me'/><author><name>Rob Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769573816863673757</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-26899041.post-7906113051003548829</id><published>2009-01-12T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T14:36:01.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PICK THE SECOND FEATURE!</title><content type='html'>For our second feature movie on Saturday, January 17th, you can pick from three documentaries. Here's what we've lined up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Stonewall:&lt;br /&gt;Melissa Etheridge narrates this documentary that explores the progress and challenges of the post-Stonewall lesbian/gay rights movement through archival footage and interviews with leaders such as Barbara Gittings, Armistead Maupin, Jewelle Gomez and Dorothy Allison. The film chronicles key events from 1970 to the end of the 20th century, including sexual liberation, conflicts with the feminist movement, AIDS and political organization.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Celluloid Closet:&lt;br /&gt;Narrated by Lily Tomlin, this acclaimed documentary takes its name from Vito Russo's groundbreaking book. The filmmakers examine the subtext of more than 100 Hollywood movies -- including Spartacus, Rope and Thelma and Louise -- and chart the cinematic journey of lesbian and gay characters. Film clips are paired with director, producer and actor interviews featuring, among others, Gore Vidal, Tom Hanks and Whoopi Goldberg.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Before Stonewall:&lt;br /&gt;Life was very different before the 1969 Stonewall riots put the issue of gay rights front and center in America . Using archival films and interviews with gays and lesbians who were forced to hide their sexuality for fear of reprisals, this documentary by Robert Rosenberg, Greta Schiller and John Scagliotti sheds light on American gay life from the 1920s to the 1960s and the sociopolitical climate that finally led to profound change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26899041-7906113051003548829?l=robrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/feeds/7906113051003548829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26899041&amp;postID=7906113051003548829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/7906113051003548829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/7906113051003548829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/2009/01/pick-second-feature.html' title='PICK THE SECOND FEATURE!'/><author><name>Rob Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769573816863673757</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-26899041.post-3026144222211519382</id><published>2008-09-01T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T16:41:03.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The day after the Nike Human Race 10K</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/SLx8-lfepbI/AAAAAAAAAEE/3CEdMvUS2b0/s1600-h/Nike%2B+Human+Race+10K+(31+Aug+08)+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/SLx8-lfepbI/AAAAAAAAAEE/3CEdMvUS2b0/s400/Nike%2B+Human+Race+10K+(31+Aug+08)+028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241201481010292146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/SLwboUv8ReI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dAHlA7H82wo/s1600-h/startingline.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/SLwboUv8ReI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dAHlA7H82wo/s320/startingline.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241094445930923490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did it! But what kind of ribbon do you get for coming in 152,151st? And once again, my arch nemesis Gunther Weidlinger of Munich, Germany came in first. Some day, Gunther, I will beat you. Also coming in ahead of me is my former friend, and roommate Jon Medina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what makes this so funny. In preparation for this race I have been running my butt off for over three months, lost an additional 20 pounds and have eaten dirt and twigs with a side of arugula for every meal. Jon, on the other hand, has been telling me over a pint of Haggen Daas ice cream that he really should get out there and at least try to run - once. But he hasn't had the time to train. Skinny, young people... grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I am quite proud of myself. This is a big deal. When I topped-out at 250 pounds a few years ago, I thought my days of running were a thing of the past. When we moved to Austin a year ago, both Christopher and I decided to reclaim our health. Back in May, Christopher had lap band surgery and since then, has lost 40 pounds! I thought this would be the perfect time for me to get back into action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see why people get hooked on these races. Of course, I'm an addict - and anything worth doing is worth OVER DOING! So I am registered to run in my next 10K, in November, when I visit Sacramento. The challenge is to beat my previous time. That means I am only competing against myself (plus Gunther and Jon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the encouragement and support via e-mail and facebook! It really helped - thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gallery.mac.com/rrough#gallery"&gt;See more pics of the race by clicking here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26899041-3026144222211519382?l=robrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/feeds/3026144222211519382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26899041&amp;postID=3026144222211519382' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/3026144222211519382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/3026144222211519382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-after-nike-human-race-10k.html' title='The day after the Nike Human Race 10K'/><author><name>Rob Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769573816863673757</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/SLx8-lfepbI/AAAAAAAAAEE/3CEdMvUS2b0/s72-c/Nike%2B+Human+Race+10K+(31+Aug+08)+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26899041.post-3984406353911713835</id><published>2008-08-03T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:32:22.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning from the Surface of the Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/SJXAo7dXOMI/AAAAAAAAADs/n20jOwD1ync/s1600-h/kandr_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/SJXAo7dXOMI/AAAAAAAAADs/n20jOwD1ync/s400/kandr_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230298351648848066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh... it's 75º outside. Lovely. It is also about 8:45 in the morning and in the shade. I think I have about 15 minutes before the day starts heating-up. Today, we're expected to hit 105º. I think I am going to make quesedillas on the surface of the driveway around 4 PM if you want to come by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting here enjoying that feeling you have when you pull-off something huge. Yesterday, we had movers move out a roommate's belongings, finished painting a bedroom, had the carpets cleaned, had a new roommate and friend move in from our fellowship and then... went to Home Depot to haul plywood to the Queer Idol Talent Show fundraiser and built the stage and played stage-hand for all 18 acts. (By the way, Christopher sang in the show and did great!) After the show, we went out to eat. So let's see, movers were scheduled to arrive at 8 AM and I finally went to bed at 2:30 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, as sore as I am today, it is all worth it. Seeing all the people come together for an event like this and celebrate EVERYONE'S sobriety and desire to change their lives is worth every bit of effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great side story. Out of the blue I received an e-mail from a long-lost friend. Her name is Kim and I worked with her in a coffee shop in Mountain View, CA back in 1991! We used to have so much fun there - dancing around to the "Eurythmics" and "Dee-Lite" while serving lattes BEFORE the Starbuck's invasion. Yes, children, let's sit around the fire and talk about a time when most coffee shops were independently owned and didn't have a mermaid on the cup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see how Kim's life has unfolded over the past 17 years! One great thing I know is that she, and here husband Ford, are still together and going strong! They met at Red Rock Coffee when the three of us worked there! Here's a picture she sent of us the two of us out in front of the store. I wonder who was attending to the customers? We were good at dancing - but sometimes forgot why we were supposed to be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26899041-3984406353911713835?l=robrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/feeds/3984406353911713835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26899041&amp;postID=3984406353911713835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/3984406353911713835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/3984406353911713835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-morning-from-surface-of-sun.html' title='Good Morning from the Surface of the Sun'/><author><name>Rob Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769573816863673757</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/SJXAo7dXOMI/AAAAAAAAADs/n20jOwD1ync/s72-c/kandr_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26899041.post-6402121748299307212</id><published>2008-06-15T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:32:23.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday in the Studio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/SFVsQCa18lI/AAAAAAAAADc/-hjjJ2KBNyU/s1600-h/Photo+13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/SFVsQCa18lI/AAAAAAAAADc/-hjjJ2KBNyU/s400/Photo+13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212191166534382162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2 PM and I am finally out in the studio working on my latest couple of paintings. I tried and tried and tried to get out here yesterday - but nope. I LOVE to work out here - but it's a challenge to make the time. When I was finishing my degree - there wasn't a choice. Paint or you don't pass. Now, I have to set my own deadlines and work ethic in the studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still shooting to apply for my Masters this January. In order to do so, I have to have a "show" of 12-15 cohesive works. As a result, I am noticing that I spend a LOT of time on my work. I think there are about three paintings in each piece. I go over them and over them and add and add and add. I was hoping that I would develop a less "worked" style - but I don't think that's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a kid, I loved Highlights magazine's hidden object drawings. You know, the one where you had to find a frying pan in the tree? (Unless some lame kid in the same doctor's office waiting room didn't circle it first... I digress.) Well, that's kind of like my work. I don't hide objects in there, but story lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see what happens. Now I need to get off this computer and get working!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26899041-6402121748299307212?l=robrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/feeds/6402121748299307212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26899041&amp;postID=6402121748299307212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/6402121748299307212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/6402121748299307212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/2008/06/sunday-in-studio.html' title='Sunday in the Studio'/><author><name>Rob Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769573816863673757</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/SFVsQCa18lI/AAAAAAAAADc/-hjjJ2KBNyU/s72-c/Photo+13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26899041.post-975442972103001138</id><published>2008-06-01T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T08:43:50.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a 1/2 cup codependent</title><content type='html'>Christopher had his lap band surgery almost two weeks ago. (If you want to more about how that works - see his blog link on this site.) Oh my God - I have become such a nag. "Are you chewing your food all the way?" "Did you take your multivitamin?" "Is that a half a cup or 3/4 of a cup?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CJ's doing great - and goes back to work next week. Here's an excerpt from an e-mail I sent our friend Doug regarding the first few days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday 5/20: Seven I.V. attempts before they got the vein. CJ looks like he's been slamming heroin with drinking straws. Operating goes smooth. We have lovely pics of his liver and stomach with new lap band. Nice liver according to the doctor. I wonder where he got it. Spend the night in hospital and watch CJ watch American Idol on pain killers. Suddenly David Archuleta is less annoying to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed, 5/21: go home (Rob is off all week) CJ sleeps. Drinks broth. Sleeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs, 5/22: Rob eats all of CJ's leftover food he can't eat anymore while CJ is sedated. Then, debates getting lap-band, too, if he eats one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, 5/23: CJ has not moved from the couch in two days except to go to the bathroom. A lot. What goes in - comes out. Very little change in between. CJ starts the get dehydrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat, 5/24: Repeat Friday 5/23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, 5/25: CJ wants to get the hell out of the house. We go to 11 AM AA meeting. CJ sleeps through whole meeting. Decides it's time to go off pain killers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, 5/26: CJ is now bitchy and wants a steak. He's already lost 12 pounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, 5/27: Rob comes out from behind the couch (where he eats out-of-sight) and runs to work. CJ tries to go to work and turns around on the way there. Too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed, 5/28: CJ is back at home eating bananas and sipping Gatorade to address the dehydration. Now he's hydrated and has a taste for soft foods. It's giddy times when I make him mashed potatoes and canned chicken. You'd think the 1/2 cup he had was Thanksgiving dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, 5/29: CJ tries work again and has to cut it short. Spirits are high and internal stuff seems to be settling down. Now he's a giant walking bruise with itchy staples. But that will heal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26899041-975442972103001138?l=robrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/feeds/975442972103001138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26899041&amp;postID=975442972103001138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/975442972103001138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/975442972103001138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-12-cup-co-dependent.html' title='I am a 1/2 cup codependent'/><author><name>Rob Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769573816863673757</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-26899041.post-6268281772821155621</id><published>2008-05-18T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:32:23.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday = A Back Porch + A Good Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/SDBacl1EFRI/AAAAAAAAADA/7Pwxy2P3OZY/s1600-h/Photo+14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/SDBacl1EFRI/AAAAAAAAADA/7Pwxy2P3OZY/s320/Photo+14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201757016850437394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/SDBac11EFSI/AAAAAAAAADI/vVHo8hT1ywk/s1600-h/mockingbird2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/SDBac11EFSI/AAAAAAAAADI/vVHo8hT1ywk/s320/mockingbird2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201757021145404706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sitting on my back porch. Here's a picture of it over my shoulder (I am taking this picture with my laptop camera.) The yard's still not a lot to look at, but that has to wait until next month before we start the fence. It's my sanctuary. I think I will even work on a painting out here today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished "To Kill a Mockingbird" by Harper Lee. I have never read it before and I can see why it is considered a mandatory read in most schools. I got to the end and wasn't ready to stop. I wanted to continue to hear Scout's grown, adult voice narrate to me. So I actually flipped back to the first chapter and re-read it. I am glad I did. The book comes full circle and I wouldn't have remembered some great details if I wouldn't have re-read the first few paragraphs. If you haven't read it yet - I encourage you to do so. If you have, and it's been a while, I bet you will appreciate it even more a second time through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26899041-6268281772821155621?l=robrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/feeds/6268281772821155621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26899041&amp;postID=6268281772821155621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/6268281772821155621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/6268281772821155621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/2008/05/sunday-back-porch-good-book.html' title='Sunday = A Back Porch + A Good Book'/><author><name>Rob Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769573816863673757</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/SDBacl1EFRI/AAAAAAAAADA/7Pwxy2P3OZY/s72-c/Photo+14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26899041.post-1962803963057673146</id><published>2008-04-12T09:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:32:23.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>42 years and one day later...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/SADrKNArHhI/AAAAAAAAACo/JTwQbQBLqP0/s1600-h/realages.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/SADrKNArHhI/AAAAAAAAACo/JTwQbQBLqP0/s400/realages.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188405331254517266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh that husband of mine. Yesterday was my birthday and he texted EVERYONE we knew to have them wish me a happy 45th birthday. First of all - thanks to everyone who sent messages and called. My phone kept running out of juice because of it ringing all day. I sure am blessed with a lot of good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, to clarify - I AM 42! NOT 45! Now mind you, I do not have any issues about getting older. Really! I never lie about my age. I think 40+ is great, it seems like life has just begun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the spirit of truth in age reporting, Christopher is 44 and will turn 45 on Sept. 26. He was born in 1963. That's not what he'll tell you! He LOVES to lie about his age and say he's older! How twisted is that? He usually adds anywhere from 4 - 6 years. That way, people say, "You look great for your age!" That's my guy... and I was the one who had a previous career in public relations. He missed his calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, thanks for all the great birthday wishes. It was especially nice to hear from all of our out-of-town friends that we haven't seen in a while. We miss y'all very much and want to pack you up and bring you to Austin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26899041-1962803963057673146?l=robrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/feeds/1962803963057673146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26899041&amp;postID=1962803963057673146' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/1962803963057673146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/1962803963057673146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/2008/04/42-years-and-one-day-later.html' title='42 years and one day later...'/><author><name>Rob Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769573816863673757</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/SADrKNArHhI/AAAAAAAAACo/JTwQbQBLqP0/s72-c/realages.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26899041.post-8040223720679348656</id><published>2008-03-01T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:32:23.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's March 1st and the leaves are coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/R8l-DMdy5zI/AAAAAAAAACg/gYtht4VuxVs/s1600-h/IMG_6975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/R8l-DMdy5zI/AAAAAAAAACg/gYtht4VuxVs/s400/IMG_6975.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172804240362628914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm convinced that the world would be a better place if we all had back porches. Right now, I am on a slab of potential - but hey, it's my slab and I love it. To my right is a hot cup of press pot coffee and in front of me is Uno in a cage. He's not an outdoor cat, so this is a big field trip for him. He's just sniffing and sniffing and sniffing. I think he's enjoying this just as much as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birds here are singing like mad. At night, it's crickets and cicadas. I loved California - but it has nothing on this when it comes to sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the back yard has lots of potential. But that's about it. We do have some nice trees in the middle - I really need to find out what the hell they are before my mother asks. Then there is the ground cover that's coming in. I think it's ground cover. Or maybe it's just really pretty weeds. As you may have figured out by now - I don't know jack about landscaping and gardening. But, I am learning! I have many new books. So far, I have discovered what a thatch rake is and know how to use it. Baby steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just completed a new painting and donated it to a local fundsraiser for an AIDS health care facility. It was going to be based on the song "Night Swimming" by R.E.M. but when I started painting it, is ended-up looking like broad daylight. Here's the artist statement I sent along with it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To me, memory is not like a snapshot – it stratifies events into layers of importance and prominence. Precise rendering gives way to drips and washes that erode the images beneath them. It’s my hope that the viewer finds the translucent images similar to an archeological dig – as you dust off one layer, something else is revealed. It’s those fragments of memory that insist upon reemerging that I find so fascinating."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26899041-8040223720679348656?l=robrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/feeds/8040223720679348656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26899041&amp;postID=8040223720679348656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/8040223720679348656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/8040223720679348656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-march-1st-and-leaves-are-coming.html' title='It&apos;s March 1st and the leaves are coming'/><author><name>Rob Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769573816863673757</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/R8l-DMdy5zI/AAAAAAAAACg/gYtht4VuxVs/s72-c/IMG_6975.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26899041.post-9102786919908022851</id><published>2007-12-13T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:32:23.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our kitchen threw-up into the living room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/R2IN5sseXJI/AAAAAAAAACY/nTrQrECCIqA/s1600-h/kitheneruption.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/R2IN5sseXJI/AAAAAAAAACY/nTrQrECCIqA/s400/kitheneruption.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143689009311931538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have entered that manic phase of home organizing. Everything in its place and a place for everything! Christopher just walks into the room and shakes his head at me at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My latest organizing conquest was the kitchen. I decided to take everything out of the kitchen, THEN put it back. Look, that's what the organizing lady on Oprah said - so it must be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you ever wondered what our entire kitchen looks like all laid out end-to-end, your wait is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26899041-9102786919908022851?l=robrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/feeds/9102786919908022851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26899041&amp;postID=9102786919908022851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/9102786919908022851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/9102786919908022851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/2007/12/our-kitchen-threw-up-into-living-room.html' title='Our kitchen threw-up into the living room'/><author><name>Rob Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769573816863673757</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/R2IN5sseXJI/AAAAAAAAACY/nTrQrECCIqA/s72-c/kitheneruption.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26899041.post-1940184167990334210</id><published>2007-12-13T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:32:23.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lambda Art Auction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/R2IL4sseXHI/AAAAAAAAACI/wzraBtxbW9w/s1600-h/IMG_6694_2_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/R2IL4sseXHI/AAAAAAAAACI/wzraBtxbW9w/s400/IMG_6694_2_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143686793108806770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Lambda group has an annual art auction fundraiser. The challenge is that everyone who participates gets a similar object. In past years it has been a mirror or a bench. This year, it was a high-heeled shoe. Here's what I came up with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26899041-1940184167990334210?l=robrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/feeds/1940184167990334210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26899041&amp;postID=1940184167990334210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/1940184167990334210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/1940184167990334210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/2007/12/lambda-art-auction.html' title='Lambda Art Auction'/><author><name>Rob Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769573816863673757</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/R2IL4sseXHI/AAAAAAAAACI/wzraBtxbW9w/s72-c/IMG_6694_2_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26899041.post-7979324001558251895</id><published>2007-11-06T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T06:15:19.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which box has my underwear?</title><content type='html'>I think our boxes of crap multiplied while they were in storage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have finally moved into our new house and emptied all three storage units. You cannot move in our two-car garage the boxes are piled so high. And this was the stuff we decided to KEEP! On a positive note – it’s kind of Christmas. I keep opening boxes and saying things like, “Look at this vase! It’s cute!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a while since some of these things have seen daylight. Our home for the past three years in California was a major fixer-upper. Nearly the entire time we were there, one could always see a ladder, a bucket of paint and some sheetrock, somewhere. Our new place is so new and clean. I don’t know what to do with myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our AA fellowship in Austin has been great to us. They’ve helped us move – twice! Outside of that, we’ve been hiking, to shows, out to dinner and coffee, hanging out in homes – you name it. We miss our friends in Sacramento, but have to say – we are not lacking for new ones here. It’s made all the difference in the world. The other night we had some of the boys over from the meeting to watch “Die Mommie! Die!” It was fun to have the house filled with laughter and the smell of a coffee pot going full steam. And in the background was the sounds of Miss Daniel and his sewing machine, tailoring gowns for the high-end couture salon he works for. He had this one skirt with real stingray panels in it. This was a $4,200 skirt. Yes, a skirt that costs more than the resale value on my car, I believe.  All’s I can say, is for $4,200… that better be the one that killed the Crocodile Hunter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am on the bus to work. But this coach is waaaay nicer than the one we took in from our apartment. Now that were out in the burbs, we catch the express bus from the Park-and-Ride. These ones go non-stop to campus and have wi-fi! So I can click away at my laptop on the way in! Although I already have indelible memories of the 1M route we took the past few months. It runs up-and-down the major drag in Austin and you see EVERYTHING on that bus. College kids, certified crazies, professionals and people who are so pierced it looks like they tripped and fell into a fishing tackle box. But that’s Austin for you – they grow weirdos here like weeds. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gallery.mac.com/rrough#gallery"&gt;Click here to our new house photos.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is not our furniture in the pics. That’s the previous owners. Right now, we have a lot of acquired chairs from garage sales in the living room to hold us over till we find the right couch. So our living room looks a bit like an airport gate at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all for now – getting ready to get off the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... one more thing. Our new address is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12518 Zeller Lane&lt;br /&gt;Austin, TX 78753&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26899041-7979324001558251895?l=robrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/feeds/7979324001558251895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26899041&amp;postID=7979324001558251895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/7979324001558251895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/7979324001558251895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/2007/11/which-box-has-my-underwear.html' title='Which box has my underwear?'/><author><name>Rob Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769573816863673757</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-26899041.post-2863393281207376259</id><published>2007-09-22T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:32:23.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grady's Doing Great</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/RvXZ9Z-zYiI/AAAAAAAAACA/UCq-6TCxha8/s1600-h/rp-n-gc.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/RvXZ9Z-zYiI/AAAAAAAAACA/UCq-6TCxha8/s320/rp-n-gc.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113232600918614562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grady is really coming along. He's been gaining weight - going from 6 lbs. 1 oz. to 6 lbs. 8 oz. already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ted, Amy and Ryley are making multiple trips to the hospital every day to go spend time with him. Ryley has a regular routine of going to the hospital and reading Grady a "nite-nite" story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see a couple more pics, check out my flicker site.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26899041-2863393281207376259?l=robrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/feeds/2863393281207376259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26899041&amp;postID=2863393281207376259' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/2863393281207376259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/2863393281207376259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/2007/09/grady-growing-stronger-each-day.html' title='Grady&apos;s Doing Great'/><author><name>Rob Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769573816863673757</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/RvXZ9Z-zYiI/AAAAAAAAACA/UCq-6TCxha8/s72-c/rp-n-gc.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26899041.post-5372365724741987743</id><published>2007-09-14T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:32:24.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the world, Grady Carrig Rough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/RurK1NTLCxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4GSJoc8h-f0/s1600-h/rattled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/RurK1NTLCxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4GSJoc8h-f0/s400/rattled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110119742657202962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On September 13, 2007 the newest addition to the family arrived one month AHEAD of schedule! Amy, my sister-in-law and brother Ted, had their second son, Grady, at St. Vincent's Hospital in Toledo, Ohio. This officially promotes Ryley, our 6 year-old nephew to Big Brother status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a precaution, the doctors decided that Grady should come early due to some recently noticed lower fluid levels in the womb. The lower fluid level makes it possible for the umbilical chord to get pinched and cut-off supplies to the baby. Grady weighs 6 pounds and 1 oz. - a good weight for a baby at 8 months term. His little lungs needs some help for the next few days as they continue to mature. So for right now he's on a respirator and getting enzyme treatments until he's strong enough to go it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far - so good. The doctors are watching him closely and he's getting good care. Stay tuned and I will fill you in on the rest of the details as they come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the interim, Uncles Rob &amp; Christopher are eagerly planning new ways to spoil the latest addition to the tribe. Last count, we have 4 nieces and 8 nephews. 8 on CJ's side and 2 on mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26899041-5372365724741987743?l=robrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/feeds/5372365724741987743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26899041&amp;postID=5372365724741987743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/5372365724741987743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/5372365724741987743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/2007/09/welcome-to-world-grady-carrig-rough.html' title='Welcome to the world, Grady Carrig Rough'/><author><name>Rob Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769573816863673757</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/RurK1NTLCxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/4GSJoc8h-f0/s72-c/rattled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26899041.post-7511531218045067913</id><published>2007-08-20T16:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:32:24.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Grandpa Rough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/RtNsdXdTaFI/AAAAAAAAABo/lAmMwrQWc6g/s1600-h/IMG_1487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/RtNsdXdTaFI/AAAAAAAAABo/lAmMwrQWc6g/s320/IMG_1487.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103542054509832274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandpa died today. He was 89 and I was named after him. He was Robert R Rough, Sr. We've know for a while that he was getting ready to head on out and be with Grandma, but all the same - it makes you stop and think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a good man. Having 9 children, I was to third eldest of 4,573 grandkids (estimate). I was one of the lucky ones who got to spend some time with him growing up. Here are some of the things I remember about him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- He took naps on the green couch in the living room with a sunlamp and weird eye-covering goggles. He wasn't doing it for the tan, he probably read something - somewhere - that said it was good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- He had a workshop in the basement where you could try to build anything. One of the toys he made for us kids was a wooden board full of hinges, locks and clasps. You could open and close its doors and see comic strips once you figured out the lock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- He took us camping and on nature hikes. He would tell us about the leaves and how to identify trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Before his knee surgery, he had to sit on the end pew at church and stick his leg out since it wouldn't bend. He always got the best seat that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chocolate peanut butter milkshakes. Say no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- He was a scout leader. Twice. He started-up the troop again so my cousin Scott and I would be able to be scouts. I wish I told him more often how much I appreciate that. I was a teenager back then and expressing gratitude for anything wasn't my strong suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Most of all - he was patient. More often than not, we grandkids were not saints. But he loaded us up in the station wagon and took us everywhere grandma told him to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, he and grandma are together again. Probably sitting at the big Rough House dining room table together playing Scrabble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26899041-7511531218045067913?l=robrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/feeds/7511531218045067913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26899041&amp;postID=7511531218045067913' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/7511531218045067913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/7511531218045067913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-grandpa-rough.html' title='My Grandpa Rough'/><author><name>Rob Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769573816863673757</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/RtNsdXdTaFI/AAAAAAAAABo/lAmMwrQWc6g/s72-c/IMG_1487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26899041.post-5801317858546926426</id><published>2007-08-12T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:32:24.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You warned us that it would be hot...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/Rr-SpCcioyI/AAAAAAAAABU/YZSBoijeAl8/s1600-h/56801085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/Rr-SpCcioyI/AAAAAAAAABU/YZSBoijeAl8/s200/56801085.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097954536935564066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we moved here in June, Texas was in the middle of a freakishly long bout of rain and cool weather. Everyone here told us that it is not like this. Don't get used to it. Well, about two weeks ago it stopped raining and the sun came out. This week, people are starting to say, "Now this here is a Texas summer, y'all." I would respond, but I am too busy mopping my head with a towel as I am crawling on all fours in the shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot? Hot's not the right word. Heat is hot. This is something else. Sauna, perhaps? For the record - I still love it here!! But I have had to learn to adapt. For instance, I take three (3) THREE outfits to work. One to wear in the office, one to wear at the gym to workout at lunchtime, and another to wear as I walk to the gym and back! No kidding. I came back from the gym at lunch the other day in my work clothes and I looked "rode hard and put away wet" to say the least. But I am learning and adapting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26899041-5801317858546926426?l=robrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/feeds/5801317858546926426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26899041&amp;postID=5801317858546926426' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/5801317858546926426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/5801317858546926426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-warned-us-that-it-would-be-hot.html' title='You warned us that it would be hot...'/><author><name>Rob Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769573816863673757</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/Rr-SpCcioyI/AAAAAAAAABU/YZSBoijeAl8/s72-c/56801085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26899041.post-5412399692089745197</id><published>2007-07-22T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:32:24.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Reoccuring Nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/RqQbHCcioxI/AAAAAAAAABM/ymKjZw__gpo/s1600-h/complete-ass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/RqQbHCcioxI/AAAAAAAAABM/ymKjZw__gpo/s400/complete-ass.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090223286565118738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly has been my best friend for 13 years now. Yet, I have done the unthinkable for everyone of those years (to the best of my knowledge)... I forget her birthday. EVERY YEAR. This is bad enough as it is. I have no idea why. Do I get exceptionally stupid in July? Is there something in the stars that align every July 21st that makes me incapable of remembering the most thoughtful person on the planet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading this, then it's likely you KNOW how good Kelly is to me and how much I cherish her friendship. For MY 40th birthday, she organized a surprise wedding for 300 and still managed to get a card for both the birthday AND the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly has made me hand-sewn quilts, framed photos she took herself - you name it. She never skips a beat or gets you anything just off the shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am publicly turning myself in as a complete ass and stating for the record how much I love her (and her equally supportive and considerate husband.) She's the best and I hope she knows how much she means to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God she comes to visit next week and I have a chance to make it up to her. And knowing Kelly, she'll show up at my house with a house-warming basket filled with indigenous items that share a common Latin language root with my name spelled in the glyphs of the ancient people who lived on this soil before the ice age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26899041-5412399692089745197?l=robrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/feeds/5412399692089745197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26899041&amp;postID=5412399692089745197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/5412399692089745197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/5412399692089745197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/2007/07/reoccuring-nightmare.html' title='A Reoccuring Nightmare'/><author><name>Rob Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769573816863673757</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/RqQbHCcioxI/AAAAAAAAABM/ymKjZw__gpo/s72-c/complete-ass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26899041.post-3332293571468179324</id><published>2007-07-10T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:32:24.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unpacking and Job Hunting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/RpPsQaeStnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Q6NImw4awoU/s1600-h/mayhem.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/RpPsQaeStnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Q6NImw4awoU/s320/mayhem.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085668170959861362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher has now made his third and final trip from Sacramento to Austin and all of the cars are now here in Texas. The moving truck arrived the first week of July and we were SAVED by our new Austin AA friends who helped us unload it. Since Christopher was in San Francisco speaking at the Living Sober conference. It was potentially just me and the semi. They totally saved my butt. Take a look at the pictures and see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In regards to the flooding in Texas, we have been spared. The flooding - not the rain. You better watch what you pray for! I couldn't wait to be back in a climate where there were thunderstorms. I got what I wanted - and then some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uno did very well on the trip down and has made the new apartment his own already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a lot to do here and I can tell there will be a lot of great adventures on the horizon. We have already been invited to go sailing on Lake Travis and to the infamous "Queens on the Beach" week in Galviston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The job hunt is coming along. I have had a couple interviews with the University of Texas for a Traffic Coordinator job that is nearly identical to the job I had at Crocker/Flanagan in Sacramento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we get all the job stuff nailed down, I will be looking for studio space and start back at painting/drawing. I can't wait. I have a couple new pieces in my sketchbook that need to happen! I have uploaded some of my work from the last school year on my flickr site if you want to see them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26899041-3332293571468179324?l=robrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/feeds/3332293571468179324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26899041&amp;postID=3332293571468179324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/3332293571468179324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/3332293571468179324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/2007/07/settling-in.html' title='Unpacking and Job Hunting'/><author><name>Rob Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769573816863673757</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/RpPsQaeStnI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Q6NImw4awoU/s72-c/mayhem.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26899041.post-8100213578945417799</id><published>2007-06-27T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T07:22:04.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting to settle in</title><content type='html'>I am sitting at one of my new favorite Austin-haunts. It's called the Epoch coffee shop. It is privately owned (very typical of Austin) so there is lots of second-hand furniture, funky music, AA people, gay people, hippies, cool music, free WIFI and.... a BIG covered porch that lets me sip my coffee while it rains! I am in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip down the second time was LONG. 33-hours in the car. But we (including the cat and our friend Drew [aka: Poodle]) made it without killing each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a second interview with the University for a great job. I am trying not to count my chickens before they are hatched, but it is encouraging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moving truck arrives sometime between this Saturday - Monday. Of course, CJ leaves for his speaking engagement in SF on Friday and Poodle flies back on Saturday. Needless to say - I am trying to make friends ASAP. It's kind of like this... "Hi! I am Rob. I just moved here from California! Now that you mention it... the moving truck arrives this weekend... what are you doing this weekend? HEY? Where are you going?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26899041-8100213578945417799?l=robrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/feeds/8100213578945417799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26899041&amp;postID=8100213578945417799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/8100213578945417799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/8100213578945417799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/2007/06/starting-to-settle-in.html' title='Starting to settle in'/><author><name>Rob Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769573816863673757</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-26899041.post-2058608284665488436</id><published>2007-06-10T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T08:57:02.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wear sunscreen when driving with Christopher</title><content type='html'>Now I know why he wanted that convertible pick-up truck. All of the cowBOYS think it's "sic" y'all. He's shameless the way he parades it about. I like to think that they are all stopping to look at me. Actually, if they are looking at me - they are looking at the third degree burns on my head. You see, unless it is raining or the asphalt is melting, the top is down. And sometimes, the latter doesn't apply. Remember the scene in "Interview with the Vampire" when little girl vampire Claudia is put out into the sun and bursts into flames? That's me riding with Christopher. Send aloe. Soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26899041-2058608284665488436?l=robrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/feeds/2058608284665488436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26899041&amp;postID=2058608284665488436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/2058608284665488436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/2058608284665488436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/2007/06/wear-sunscreen-when-driving-with.html' title='Wear sunscreen when driving with Christopher'/><author><name>Rob Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769573816863673757</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-26899041.post-52608007403095717</id><published>2007-06-10T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:32:25.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, no... the cops, again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/Rmxotmv3N_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/dILllSXkTz8/s1600-h/IMG_6385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/Rmxotmv3N_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/dILllSXkTz8/s200/IMG_6385.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074546012844406770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, this time we wanted to see them. Check out Christopher's blog to get the story. There's a link on this site.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26899041-52608007403095717?l=robrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/feeds/52608007403095717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26899041&amp;postID=52608007403095717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/52608007403095717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/52608007403095717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-no-cops-again.html' title='Oh, no... the cops, again.'/><author><name>Rob Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769573816863673757</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/Rmxotmv3N_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/dILllSXkTz8/s72-c/IMG_6385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26899041.post-5084773069999428778</id><published>2007-06-06T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:32:25.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We made it to Austin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/RmdNbWv3N-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/38DRyWS6eLo/s1600-h/trucktotexas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/RmdNbWv3N-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/38DRyWS6eLo/s320/trucktotexas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073108637614290914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to add to this - but wanted to check in for now. We made it! It took two days. The first leg was 13 hours with an overnight in Mesa, AZ with Christopher's cousin. Then, there was day two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAPQUEST LIED! We ended-up spending 18 hours. YES! 18 hours! In the truck on day two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we're here and I have to tell you, Austin is even prettier and more neat than I remember! We are at our friend Wayne's (aka "Pearl") house for the next couple days and then hopefully we'll have secured our apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. did you know that you can get a speeding ticket for going 89 in an 80 MPH zone? I was it bit crazed with "Dessert Fever." But, the police officer didn't buy it. I am convinced it's the California plates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the photos I've uploaded. More to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26899041-5084773069999428778?l=robrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/feeds/5084773069999428778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26899041&amp;postID=5084773069999428778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/5084773069999428778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/5084773069999428778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/2007/06/we-made-it-to-austin.html' title='We made it to Austin!'/><author><name>Rob Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769573816863673757</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/RmdNbWv3N-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/38DRyWS6eLo/s72-c/trucktotexas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26899041.post-5412351332580677952</id><published>2007-05-29T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T10:08:02.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Austin?</title><content type='html'>I've been getting this a lot lately... "TEXAS? Are you out of your mind?" So let me explain - Reader's Digest style:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) We decide about a year ago that we want a decent home to live in after I graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) We look at the real estate listings in California for our next home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) We realize that we want to live somewhere else besides California after reading the listings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) We write-up our ideal city description. Night life, gay community, arts, AA community, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Christopher spends a lot of time in Texas - especially Austin and Houston during disaster relief work and at conferences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Austin keeps popping-up in our research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) We go to Texas in July '06 to research Houston, San Antonio and Austin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) We fall in love with Austin and the University of Texas. (Rob hopes to get MFA there, CJ can work there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Rob finishes school and we get ready to move to Austin this June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a very cool town. Exceedingly liberal, arts-oriented, HUGE nightlife, historic and VERY affordable. Also, it is only a day's drive to one of our favorite places in the world - New Orleans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'all need to come visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26899041-5412351332580677952?l=robrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/feeds/5412351332580677952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26899041&amp;postID=5412351332580677952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/5412351332580677952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/5412351332580677952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-austin.html' title='Why Austin?'/><author><name>Rob Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769573816863673757</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-26899041.post-490472092146854595</id><published>2007-05-29T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:32:25.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Scene of the Crime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/RlxZXl5lWtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-91RVxuwc6c/s1600-h/meltdown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/RlxZXl5lWtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-91RVxuwc6c/s200/meltdown.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070025542357834450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and her friend, Joyce, have come to visit for my graduation. Part of the celebration was a great dinner with friends at The Melting Pot. It is amazing how much one can eat, one searing-hot forkfull at a time. This is what our table looked like before we all crawled out of there as if it was Thanksgiving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26899041-490472092146854595?l=robrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/feeds/490472092146854595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26899041&amp;postID=490472092146854595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/490472092146854595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/490472092146854595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/2007/05/scene-of-crime.html' title='The Scene of the Crime'/><author><name>Rob Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769573816863673757</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/RlxZXl5lWtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/-91RVxuwc6c/s72-c/meltdown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26899041.post-1273876037585352642</id><published>2007-05-29T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:32:25.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We did it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/RlxYnl5lWsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qHWlEkY2Ge4/s1600-h/robgrad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/RlxYnl5lWsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qHWlEkY2Ge4/s200/robgrad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070024717724113602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 years later.... Rob gets his degree. I didn't do this alone. Christopher has been a saint and very supportive. I also have Art and Kelly to thank too. They have been rooting me on and looking at my artwork saying, "That's nice. Now how many more of these do you have to do in order to graduate?" I am really a fortunate guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26899041-1273876037585352642?l=robrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/feeds/1273876037585352642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26899041&amp;postID=1273876037585352642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/1273876037585352642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/1273876037585352642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/2007/05/we-did-it.html' title='We did it!'/><author><name>Rob Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769573816863673757</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/RlxYnl5lWsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qHWlEkY2Ge4/s72-c/robgrad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26899041.post-2435706858754169148</id><published>2007-05-22T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:32:25.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How many moving boxes can you fit into a Geo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/RlM-MV5lWrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6P8TTpFHmJk/s1600-h/IMG_6034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/RlM-MV5lWrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6P8TTpFHmJk/s200/IMG_6034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067462387479960242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God our friend, Doug, moved back to Sacramento from the Bay Area last month. We inherited all of his moving boxes. I got just about all of them into the Geo. I couldn't see out of any of my mirrors, of course. So I hope no one was hurt in the transport.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26899041-2435706858754169148?l=robrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/feeds/2435706858754169148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26899041&amp;postID=2435706858754169148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/2435706858754169148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/2435706858754169148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-many-moving-boxes-can-you-fit-into.html' title='How many moving boxes can you fit into a Geo?'/><author><name>Rob Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769573816863673757</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/RlM-MV5lWrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/6P8TTpFHmJk/s72-c/IMG_6034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26899041.post-3267653178649237110</id><published>2007-05-21T17:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:32:25.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Up &amp; Running</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/RlI-8l5lWqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V65dbZtdTMM/s1600-h/56801085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/RlI-8l5lWqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V65dbZtdTMM/s200/56801085.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067181741431937698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I am going to make an effort to use this blog more now that we are getting ready to move. Right now, it's all about packing and getting ready for my mom's visit. She arrives this Friday for my graduation. This entry is so boring that the only people who will read this will be Christopher and Kelly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26899041-3267653178649237110?l=robrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/feeds/3267653178649237110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26899041&amp;postID=3267653178649237110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/3267653178649237110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/3267653178649237110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/2007/05/back-up-running.html' title='Back Up &amp; Running'/><author><name>Rob Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769573816863673757</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CLtWswggD-8/RlI-8l5lWqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/V65dbZtdTMM/s72-c/56801085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26899041.post-114938593975289405</id><published>2006-06-03T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T18:52:19.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm seeing dead relatives...</title><content type='html'>I went to HOT Bikram yoga today. Imagine a room heated to 100+ degrees packed with the healthiest, granola-eating, people you've ever seen. These people rival Cirque du Soleil performers. Then there's me. These days, I consider eye contact with my toes a good workout. Holy crap! That sweet, limber, DEMANDING girl in the sports bra was out to kill me. At one point I had to sit down (in a traditional manner that didn't involve putting my feet on the top of my head) and ride out a major dizzy spell. I think I saw the bright light and some passed-on friends and relatives looking at at me saying, "Aren't you a bit early?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to do it again tomorrow. I'm on my way to Costco right now to buy a drum of Motrin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26899041-114938593975289405?l=robrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/feeds/114938593975289405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26899041&amp;postID=114938593975289405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/114938593975289405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/114938593975289405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-seeing-dead-relatives.html' title='I&apos;m seeing dead relatives...'/><author><name>Rob Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769573816863673757</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-26899041.post-114904475909078978</id><published>2006-05-30T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T20:05:59.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Hike in the Auburn Ravine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83678289@N00/156888150/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/64/156888150_f4eefb0f5e_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83678289@N00/156888150/"&gt;Doug &amp;amp; Me down by the water&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/83678289@N00/"&gt;robrough&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This holiday weekend, Doug came to visit and we went on a long overdue hike up in Auburn. Our new friend, Mark, from North Hall also joined us. It was a great way to kick off the summer! The terrain (according to Doug - a regular hiker) has been really modified by this year's wet spring. You can still see a lot rapids and swift moving current due to the melting snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the photos did the beautiful scenery justice. It's days like this that I still get excited I live in California - even though I have been here for over 16 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definately plan on doing this again a few more times this summer!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26899041-114904475909078978?l=robrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/feeds/114904475909078978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26899041&amp;postID=114904475909078978' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/114904475909078978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/114904475909078978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/2006/05/great-hike-in-auburn-ravine.html' title='A Great Hike in the Auburn Ravine'/><author><name>Rob Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769573816863673757</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-26899041.post-114862057745959985</id><published>2006-05-25T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T22:16:17.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cakes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83678289@N00/149890585/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/51/149890585_7c23d52600_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83678289@N00/149890585/"&gt;IMG_5083.jpg&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/83678289@N00/"&gt;robrough&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The number one question I've been getting about the wedding is, "What's with the cakes?" Aren't they amazing? That was CJ's idea. Instead of having just one wedding cake, we had the chosen favorites of our immediate families and wedding party. Pretty cool, huh?&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26899041-114862057745959985?l=robrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/feeds/114862057745959985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26899041&amp;postID=114862057745959985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/114862057745959985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/114862057745959985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/2006/05/cakes.html' title='The Cakes...'/><author><name>Rob Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769573816863673757</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-26899041.post-114861978587968905</id><published>2006-05-25T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T22:03:26.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocks for Jocks &amp; Other Seismic Activity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ROCKS FOR JOCKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just put down my #2 pencil and completed my final exam in Geology at American River College. It's the last of the pre-requisite classes I had to take to meet California's requirements for an undergrad. I have been officially accepted to Sac State and am in my senior year of college. FINALLY! I have been a Junior since 1988. It was a tough grade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returning to college after all these years has been one of the best things I've done for myself. I LOVE being in school - but it makes me feel kinda' old. I have been older than my last two professors. The younger students look at me like some kind of living history exhibit when I tell them that we did all of our papers on typewriters when I was in school at Bowling Green. By the looks of shock in their eyes you would have thought I told them we burned co-eds at the stake who didn't rush the right sorority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE SEISMIC ACTIVITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it is an even-numbered year, that means I am trying to loose weight. So if you hear of seismic activity reports from Sacramento - don't be shocked. It's just me trying to run again. I have dropped over 20 pounds from my peak and am feeling like a new person. I have noticed that I am in better health when I like my job. This job allows me the flexibility to go to school and take care of myself. We are doing Weight Watchers and it really helps. Although I feel like such a LOSER when I get giddy when correctly guessing the points values of my food. It's like playing "The Price is Right" with Calories, Fat &amp; Fiber. Oh well, I may look like a dork, but my jeans are too big now - so I don't care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26899041-114861978587968905?l=robrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/feeds/114861978587968905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26899041&amp;postID=114861978587968905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/114861978587968905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/114861978587968905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/2006/05/rocks-for-jocks-other-seismic-activity.html' title='Rocks for Jocks &amp; Other Seismic Activity'/><author><name>Rob Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769573816863673757</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-26899041.post-114824195782369409</id><published>2006-05-21T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T15:24:24.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryley Pours the Bubbles!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83678289@N00/150610162/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/48/150610162_0ed0c468a8_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83678289@N00/150610162/"&gt;Ryley's Pours the Bubbles!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/83678289@N00/"&gt;robrough&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Never, ever let the 5-year-old help you pour the bath bubbles. Although I want to see how well you say "no" to someone as cute as this little guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is in the giant jacuzzi bathtub in Lake Tahoe that Ryley referred to as "The Inside Swimming Pool." To make matters worse, he loved turning on the water jets to make the bubbles rise higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me an hour to towel dry the room when we were done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26899041-114824195782369409?l=robrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/feeds/114824195782369409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26899041&amp;postID=114824195782369409' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/114824195782369409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/114824195782369409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/2006/05/ryley-pours-bubbles.html' title='Ryley Pours the Bubbles!'/><author><name>Rob Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769573816863673757</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-26899041.post-114823896299233458</id><published>2006-05-21T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T15:25:32.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post-Wedding Trip to Lake Tahoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83678289@N00/150569280/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/47/150569280_9302d88f69_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83678289@N00/150569280/"&gt;Gondola Ride to Heavenly Summit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/83678289@N00/"&gt;robrough&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After the wedding, Mom, Jim, Ted, Amy, Ryley, Christopher and I all piled into the car and went up to Lake Tahoe. We were very fortunate to be the inspiration for a made-for-TV-movie called, "They Ran Out of Cheezits: The Donner Party II." The reason we were so concerned about making it over the summit was due to the rain. This past spring was one of the most freakishly wet springs in recent history. My family - eager to bask in the California sunshine - were hearing reports that the weather back in the midwest was warmer and dryer. We got lucky. The rain/snow stopped long enough for us to not have to put chains on the car tires when going over the summit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends Sandy &amp;amp; Steve have this AMAZING house in Lake Tahoe that sleeps 735 (738 if you use the sofa bed). The view was not to be believed! Of course, we didn't see much of the view with Ryley - he wanted to be in the BASEMENT. Why? Steve has a slot-car race track down there. Ryley's favorite game when playing with me on the race track was called, "Oh look Uncle Rob! The car fell off ! Can you walk over there and put it back on?" After crawling over the track (and finding the occasional lego in one's knee and trying not to use colorful metaphors in front of the nephunit) we'd watch the cars go around the track for 10 - 15 more seconds and play the game again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how can you complain? He had a ball and you don't get to do stuff like that every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26899041-114823896299233458?l=robrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/feeds/114823896299233458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26899041&amp;postID=114823896299233458' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/114823896299233458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/114823896299233458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/2006/05/post-wedding-trip-to-lake-tahoe.html' title='Post-Wedding Trip to Lake Tahoe'/><author><name>Rob Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769573816863673757</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-26899041.post-114593887139411591</id><published>2006-04-24T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T19:20:59.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Wedding Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/83678289@N00/149671001/in/set-72057594140589771/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4035/2821/320/proposal.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in December Christopher and I got to talking about my upcoming 40th birthday party. My family from the midwest decided that this milestone was NOT to be missed, so they planned on coming out to witness this sign of the apocolypse. I seriously think my brother, Ted, was keeping a rolodex of middle-age jabs in preparation for the visit. We couldn't let them down - so we decided to throw the mother-of-all-birthday bashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when my partner Christopher went mental and started cooking-up his own plans to turn my birthday party into a surprise wedding! You know, it was a great idea. What a wonderful way for our friends and family to all be together at the same time. We have been together for well over 16 years now and we haven't made it this far without the love and support of all the great people who are so close to us. It was really a celebration of EVERYONE who has contributed to the quality of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to read about the WHOLE story that led up to the wedding on April 2nd - go check out CJ's blog (there's a link to it on this page.) I will just tell you that it was hands-down the happiest day of my life to date. It was also the most CONFUSING! It's hard to describe the shock of walkng into a room (that you didn't know the location of until minutes before you arrived), expecting it to be empty and to see 200 of your best friends and family! All dressed up! Then... CJ takes me up to a balcony two stories up that overlooks this amazing space (see the photos... it was a 6-story atruim!) and then... with a microphone... PROPOSES TO ME! Holy crap! I had no idea what hit me. After I said "Yes" - immediately - my next thought was, "I'm wearing jeans! I can't get married in jeans!" (please refer, again, to CJ's blog for the sneaky way he had a tuxedo on-hand).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing what they pulled-off. My best freinds Kelly and Art, my sister-in-laws Rocki &amp; Gina, my family from the midwest - they were all planning this thing for months! Some people have asked, "Were you disappointed that you didn't get to plan your own wedding?" Absolutely not. They got it all right. The whole family was in on the ceremony, Mariachi musucians represented CJ's cultural background and I had a real bagpiper playing when the family walked down the isle. (It was at that point I went from tears of appreciation to the snorting, hiccupping, ugly cry!) Instead of one wedding cake there were several - each one a selected favorite of each member of the wedding party and immediate family. It was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toasts were given by Rocki, Christopher's sister; my brother Ted; CJ's dad, Richard; and my best friend, Kelly. They were all moving and fun - and once again, after gaining some composure, I had projectile tears shooting out of my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could type all night about this - so suffice it to say, we are very blessed. And yes, it does feel different to be married now. It does mean something more to be in front of everyone you love and say "This is the person God has chosen for me." I am humbled and grateful for the wonderful man I get to have as my spouse and moved by the unconditional love and support of my friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now explain this to me... How does that threaten the sanctity of the definition marriage? As far as I can tell, divorce rates haven't spiked since April 2nd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26899041-114593887139411591?l=robrough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/feeds/114593887139411591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26899041&amp;postID=114593887139411591' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/114593887139411591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26899041/posts/default/114593887139411591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robrough.blogspot.com/2006/04/our-wedding-day.html' title='Our Wedding Day'/><author><name>Rob Rough</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11769573816863673757</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>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
