<?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-8502448557389231880</id><updated>2011-07-30T17:11:02.514-07:00</updated><category term='roberston'/><category term='gymnastics'/><category term='jazz'/><category term='china'/><category term='wife'/><category term='prison break'/><category term='underage'/><category term='crime'/><category term='annoyed'/><category term='toilet'/><category term='shawn johnson'/><title type='text'>Roberston</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roberstonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502448557389231880/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roberstonblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Roberston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13297140406870091548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2sg0VpHTNI/SKN7AWkm8VI/AAAAAAAAADY/SpDIX3e5G5g/s1600-R/eric.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502448557389231880.post-410524683896297498</id><published>2009-03-12T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T16:46:48.494-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jazz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wife'/><title type='text'>Winnings Streaks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M2sg0VpHTNI/SbmYHTpRMaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hE7_UdC3ldg/s1600-h/oldjazz.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 87px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M2sg0VpHTNI/SbmYHTpRMaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hE7_UdC3ldg/s320/oldjazz.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312444486760083874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the greatest wife in the history of the cosmos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a true fair weather fan of the Utah Jazz.  If they have a losing record than they can count me out.    But when they are doing well, I am such a great fan.  If I'm not at the game (I live 5 blocks away and nosebleeds are around $6)  I am watching the game on the tube.  My wife, who couldn't care less about most organized sports, especially an NBA team from a town she's not even from, lets me watch with no guilt and usually makes me dinner as I sit and cheer for the Brewdog and the Money Man.  On a side note : She is psuedo-obsessed with the Jazz Dancers.  We saw some at Chili's and Alison couldn't stop staring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lucky man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often think, if the situation were reversed, I would come home day after day from an office job that I sometimes didn't like and find Alison lying on the couch watching a program on "stitching" or "different types of fabrics for home crafts."  Although I more than appreciate her craftiness and skills, I would, because I am dramatic, fall on the floor and act like I died from the boringness of the program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a wife who lets me be a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also,  here is a link to another &lt;a href="http://www.mister4x4.net/utahjazz/utahjazz.htm"&gt;Eric&lt;/a&gt; who likes the Utah Jazz.  Take a look. I also attended my first Jazz game as a boy scout.  Eric and I have some things in common.  Eric and Eric... Sounds nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502448557389231880-410524683896297498?l=roberstonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roberstonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/410524683896297498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502448557389231880&amp;postID=410524683896297498' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502448557389231880/posts/default/410524683896297498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502448557389231880/posts/default/410524683896297498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roberstonblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/winnings-streaks.html' title='Winnings Streaks'/><author><name>Roberston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13297140406870091548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2sg0VpHTNI/SKN7AWkm8VI/AAAAAAAAADY/SpDIX3e5G5g/s1600-R/eric.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M2sg0VpHTNI/SbmYHTpRMaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hE7_UdC3ldg/s72-c/oldjazz.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502448557389231880.post-8935099723928471928</id><published>2008-08-13T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T17:13:02.413-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoyed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gymnastics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='underage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='china'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shawn johnson'/><title type='text'>Not convinced</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'll never be convinced that the gymnasts for the Chinese Women's Olympic team are over sixteen.  Not one of them looks a day over twelve, and that might be pushing it.  Oh, but wait, I just found out that their government issued passports say they are all over sixteen making their recent gold medal legit.  Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news:  Shawn Johnson has replaced Mary Lou Retton as "America's Sweetheart."  (My opinion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2sg0VpHTNI/SKNluADz_BI/AAAAAAAAADE/hH3rKxcknqI/s1600-h/shawn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2sg0VpHTNI/SKNluADz_BI/AAAAAAAAADE/hH3rKxcknqI/s320/shawn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234139032899025938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my wife that I thought Shawn Johnson was adorable and she told me that I like normal looking girls.  I guess thats a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted in awhwile.  I've been busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502448557389231880-8935099723928471928?l=roberstonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roberstonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8935099723928471928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502448557389231880&amp;postID=8935099723928471928' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502448557389231880/posts/default/8935099723928471928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502448557389231880/posts/default/8935099723928471928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roberstonblog.blogspot.com/2008/08/not-convinced.html' title='Not convinced'/><author><name>Roberston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13297140406870091548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2sg0VpHTNI/SKN7AWkm8VI/AAAAAAAAADY/SpDIX3e5G5g/s1600-R/eric.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2sg0VpHTNI/SKNluADz_BI/AAAAAAAAADE/hH3rKxcknqI/s72-c/shawn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502448557389231880.post-8303426931434713260</id><published>2007-10-09T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T21:00:22.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Schemes</title><content type='html'>schemes...&lt;br /&gt;schemes...&lt;br /&gt;schemes...&lt;br /&gt;blood doctors...&lt;br /&gt;schemes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are so fun.  especially when nobody gets hurt... but especially ESPECIALLY when someone gets finagled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night we schemed, and the victim made 20 dollars.  (he was fine)  he would have made 40 dollars, but i got cheap and pulled my 20 out before anyone knew what was going on.   the scheme involved a call from a haunted house big shot/entrepenuer, a ride in a fancy car to the late "dark realm," and a broken window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am 25 and i still love scheming.  i was so excited and nervous that i jumped in the air,  and thats extremely rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roberston.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502448557389231880-8303426931434713260?l=roberstonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roberstonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8303426931434713260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502448557389231880&amp;postID=8303426931434713260' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502448557389231880/posts/default/8303426931434713260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502448557389231880/posts/default/8303426931434713260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roberstonblog.blogspot.com/2007/10/schemes.html' title='Schemes'/><author><name>Roberston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13297140406870091548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2sg0VpHTNI/SKN7AWkm8VI/AAAAAAAAADY/SpDIX3e5G5g/s1600-R/eric.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502448557389231880.post-2836322731324694485</id><published>2007-04-30T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T23:33:29.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>teenager</title><content type='html'>http://free-game-downloads.mosw.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im posting this so i can download some old pc games that i played as a teenager.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502448557389231880-2836322731324694485?l=roberstonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roberstonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2836322731324694485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502448557389231880&amp;postID=2836322731324694485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502448557389231880/posts/default/2836322731324694485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502448557389231880/posts/default/2836322731324694485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roberstonblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/teenager.html' title='teenager'/><author><name>Roberston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13297140406870091548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2sg0VpHTNI/SKN7AWkm8VI/AAAAAAAAADY/SpDIX3e5G5g/s1600-R/eric.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502448557389231880.post-112848685991087049</id><published>2007-03-22T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T22:47:23.360-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toilet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prison break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roberston'/><title type='text'>Crime Can Pay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M2sg0VpHTNI/RgNo6xywUwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qULfd5-9Hc8/s1600-h/toilet_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M2sg0VpHTNI/RgNo6xywUwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qULfd5-9Hc8/s320/toilet_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044991366593008386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one Prime Time TV show has ever inspired me, and that show is Prison Break.  I had the chance of a lifetime last night to prove myself and I blew it.  At 11:42 pm I was arrested and taken to the Missoula City Jail.  It came as a surprise.   I say surprise because Ive never had a day where I put some time aside to spend in jail.  I found myself in a cell with a bench and an aluminum toilet/sink.  As the door locked behind me I was already planning my escape.   I quickly examined the toilet to see what kind of bolts held it to the wall.   In Prison Break the protaganist unscrews the bolts when the guards aren't looking.  As soon as I saw there were none, I gave up.  That was my only plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502448557389231880-112848685991087049?l=roberstonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roberstonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/112848685991087049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502448557389231880&amp;postID=112848685991087049' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502448557389231880/posts/default/112848685991087049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502448557389231880/posts/default/112848685991087049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roberstonblog.blogspot.com/2007/03/crime-can-pay.html' title='Crime Can Pay.'/><author><name>Roberston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13297140406870091548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2sg0VpHTNI/SKN7AWkm8VI/AAAAAAAAADY/SpDIX3e5G5g/s1600-R/eric.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_M2sg0VpHTNI/RgNo6xywUwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qULfd5-9Hc8/s72-c/toilet_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502448557389231880.post-6485474509284875149</id><published>2007-03-19T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T12:04:22.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes.</title><content type='html'>I just saw I commercial where a man walks into his house and finds a burglar shuffling around, being an idiot, and knocking things over. When they saw each other, Mr. Thief demanded some money.  The guy gave it to him and that was that.   I thought, what if the thief asked you for something like your eyes, or your feet.  What excuses could I have used to talk my way out of that one?  I've got to be prepared for stuff like this.  It's the 21st century.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502448557389231880-6485474509284875149?l=roberstonblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roberstonblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6485474509284875149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8502448557389231880&amp;postID=6485474509284875149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502448557389231880/posts/default/6485474509284875149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8502448557389231880/posts/default/6485474509284875149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roberstonblog.blogspot.com/2007/03/eyes.html' title='Eyes.'/><author><name>Roberston</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13297140406870091548</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M2sg0VpHTNI/SKN7AWkm8VI/AAAAAAAAADY/SpDIX3e5G5g/s1600-R/eric.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
