<?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-14574296</id><updated>2011-12-01T19:34:40.343-07:00</updated><category term='resoultions'/><category term='sticks in eyes'/><category term='new year'/><category term='productive'/><category term='HR'/><category term='buckley'/><category term='school'/><category term='work'/><title type='text'>Reality is Twisted - Just Like You</title><subtitle type='html'>Don't fret.  I'll make some coffee, and we can talk about it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-2629849299112817062</id><published>2011-01-01T10:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T10:55:31.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2011:  Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm... I am reminded of something along the lines of, "the best laid plans of mice and men"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Happy New Year, everybody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14574296-2629849299112817062?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2629849299112817062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=2629849299112817062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/2629849299112817062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/2629849299112817062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-day-1.html' title='2011:  Day 1'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-8277171958478792002</id><published>2010-01-01T12:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T12:45:29.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2010: Day 1</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, maybe I'll figure out what to do with this blog, and what I want to say on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-7998933379044024797</id><published>2008-11-30T15:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T15:17:07.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had a really good time last night... thanks, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best two words my boss can say to me at work:  "I concur."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good to know I seem to be always headed in the right direction with the difficult cases.&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/14574296-7998933379044024797?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7998933379044024797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=7998933379044024797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/7998933379044024797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/7998933379044024797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanks.html' title='Thanks!'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-198550280385786785</id><published>2008-11-24T20:22:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T20:31:22.436-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sticks in eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='productive'/><title type='text'>Work Days v. Work Daze</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have two distinct types of work days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Out of office almost constantly attending meetings, delivering presentations, facilitating, and so on...; and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Poke-your-eyes-out-with-a-stick, stuck-in-the-office-all-freakin'-day, man-I-wonder-what-I-can-Google-now-instead-of-working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, both have their advantages.  Day Type 1 is great for those days when I just want to interact with people, and see something different all the time.  For the most part, it is the type of day I prefer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Day Type 1 begats an ever-filling inbox, filing pile, and excessive amounts of unanswered email; essentially, a breeding ground for Day Type 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, however, I luck out.  Today was an absolute Day Type 2.  Today, though, I was just so in to not having any phone messages, people calling or emailing me, or even really poking their head in my office to ask about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how much I accomplished today.  I was in early for one ten minute meeting, then off with my coffee to my office.  The CBC in the background all day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inbox: Empty&lt;br /&gt;File Pile: Gone&lt;br /&gt;Email: What email?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great, liberating, fantastic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if only I could always dictate what my work day would be, instead of my work day dictating how I will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a lesson in flexibility?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, maybe just a lesson in cherishing the completion of many small, menial tasks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-R.&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/14574296-198550280385786785?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/198550280385786785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=198550280385786785&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/198550280385786785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/198550280385786785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2008/11/work-days-v-work-daze.html' title='Work Days v. Work Daze'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-8567027322342365601</id><published>2008-11-22T22:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T22:52:53.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolution Review (aka Cheater Repost)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This evening, I learned two things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1) Reading your entire blogging history in a dark room can make you feel a little dizzy. Especially when one of them was white text on a black background, framed in red (can we say 'pretty yet inefficient'?); and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2) Man, I whine a lot. No, not wine... (though I do that, too...), but &lt;em&gt;whine!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I encourage anyone who may be reading this to go through the history of their online presence. You may find some very interesting things. I have snippets of the history of my marriage, my CF career, and the evolution of some great relationships with some fantastic people -- many who are still a vital part of my existence in this life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I see how opinions and perspectives have shifted. Values, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I found many promises kept, and many broken. Ooops?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Speaking of that last point... seems to me that I've been trying to get a certain group of things accomplished for, well, years. Yet, have failed to do so. Am I a failure? No, I don't think so. In fact, I read back, and wonder to myself -- if I haven't done it, was it really that important to me? Did I really care to do it at all? Does it fit the plan (or lack of plan) I have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm an inherently happy person. There are some things that I do need to finish, and honestly wish to do. There are parts of my life that I wish to strive for either some level of greatness (where I have yet to acheive it), or a higher level of greatness (where I have experience some form of success).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And then, there are those things that either sounded like a good idea at the time, or that maybe I just thought I needed to do to look or feel smarter or better or something -- is the word I'm looking for 'shallow'? 'Selfish'? Just 'something'? -- that I've beat myself up a couple of times on (okay, several times on) that really, I do not see them having a place in my life. So why do I care? Why did I care? And why did I whine about them? Jesus, why am I whining about them right now?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Let's move on to something more interesting, shall we? If I have a third lesson to learn tonight, it's that I need to focus on what I honestly believe is important for me to pursue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr align="center"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My last post was on New Year's Day. This year has proved to be absolutely fantastic. With Q4 clocking through the station of life in record time (realtivity, you know), let's take a look at how I've done with my resolutions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Get an HR Job&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Done! I secured not only an HR position, but the perfect generalist position that also has me invovled in the labour relations side.  Luck and skill both played parts here, and there are some people who I shall be enternally grateful to for their support and encouragement.  At 27, I am happy to be off the side path and now on the main road for my career.  Work has not been this exciting or fun so consistently for a very long time.  I feel productive, useful, and skilled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) Once have HR Job, complete PLAR @ AU, and get credit towards degree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay, so that didn't really happen.  But, I did just get the HR job.  And my employer may pay for more education (another HR certificate) that would be beneficial for me to complete before doing my PLAR.  As well, I need a year in HR work to write my NKE, so that puts it at October 2009.  Something else beneficial to have done before the PLAR.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3) Make significant progress towards my B.Admin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;On the other side of Para 2 above, I have absolutely not done anything productive to further my education this year.  That is one of the things that still needs work.  I'm happy with pretty much everything else in my life except this&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;4) Read a good (leisure) book at least once a month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ha!  That was a funny one, wasn't it?  In typical fashion, I'm a third of the way through about four different books right now.  I like them all.  I would even like to know how they end.  In my cycle of activities, however, I never seem to get to finishing them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;5) Cook more, and learn more about food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Not so bad here.  After we moved into the new house, I have come up with some more creative (and edible) meal ideas.  We have also been more careful in our food choices, and are eating more whole, natural foods.  In turn, we don't feel nearly as guilty when we go to Taco Bell (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;'Should I get the extra melty cheese?  Hells yeah!  I have organic turnips at home!').&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;6) Improve fitness level&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Well, it hasn't gotten worse.  I've even lost some weight.  Or, at least I like to tell myself that.  You can tell me that, too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Most sporting activity has revovled around weekly soccer games.  There were a couple of short bike rides.  I do go up and down a lot of stairs at work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;7) Fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The best laid plans of mice and men...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;8) ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There was no 8)!  I should have resolved to learn my numbers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;9) Put together an investment plan for my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The new house was an investment!  Our finances are in good order, and we are prepared to weather the current economic storm.  More focus, however, will be put on this to the end of Q209 to keep it that way (aka, spend less, save more -- ironically, isn't that what contributes to a lack of consumer confidence?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;10) Stay more organized at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Moving helps this a lot.  This one has been good.  I have a filing cabinet that needs some attention, but I can still find what I need, when I want it.  House is clean, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;11) Stay more connected with friends and family; pay more attention to the accomplishments of those close to me and recognize them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm thinking depending on which of my friends and family you talk to, you might get varied answers.  We went to the Coast this year to visit my dad's side of the family -- aunt, uncle, cousins, grandparents.  However, haven't really been in touch with mom's side that we saw last year in Ontario.  Business had me on the road, which led to a buzz of activity with some, which subsequentially fell-off shortly after.  I'll be honest; I'm a little (a lot?) self-absorbed.  Luckily, I do have people to kick me when I have that glazed look of ignorance on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Overall...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm quite satisified...  we'll see what I can work on before the year is through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;'We are what we repeatedly do.  Excellence, therefore is not an act; but a habit' --Aristotle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14574296-8567027322342365601?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8567027322342365601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=8567027322342365601&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/8567027322342365601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/8567027322342365601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2008/11/resolution-review-aka-cheater-repost.html' title='Resolution Review (aka Cheater Repost)'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-1323492143004880790</id><published>2008-01-01T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T22:17:06.649-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resoultions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>Great Expectations</title><content type='html'>It's official:  2007 is finally behind us.  For myself -- like I think it may be for most -- the New Year is a significant psychological border in my mind.  Crossing over it shows promise, change, light and life that the change of a week, day, or hour does not carry.  The closest I could compare it to for myself would be the start of a new training year at the Squadron.  It's a new start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that it is also easier to implement some changes at the first of the year; many of us have had some sort of break from work (I had twelve days this year!).  After any break or vacation, you can make changes in your behavior -- especially at work -- that yes, may be noticed, but will not shatter the view from your colleagues.   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt;.  That's hard for me to explain.  Email me for a complete ramble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the New Year comes new resolutions.  As part of my commitment to the environment-- and really, because they are still good and valid -- I am recycling my 2007 resolutions.  Before we get to those however, let's review some of the things that I accomplished last year that I think were kind of cool.  We shall entitle this '2007: The Year of Perspective'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;convinced&lt;/span&gt; my work to give me the time off for my Captain Qualification Course, which was a great course with a great group of officers.  Fun times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I completed and was awarded my Human Resources Management Certificate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I learned that life happens to everyone, we all cope differently, and carrying-on is a very important part of the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) From '3)', I learned that expecting the unexpected should be par for the course, and really, not the exception.  What was the lyric from that speech &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Baz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lurhmann&lt;/span&gt; did some music for? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everybody is Free (To Wear Sunscreen)&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Worry, but understand that worrying is about as effective as solving an algebra problem by chewing bubble-gum.  The most unexpected (? I think that's right?) things in life will hit you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday afternoon.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) From '3)' and '4)', and many other things, I have come to realize and appreciate how amazing my friends are.  Thank-you.  Without you, my life would not be even close to complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) From '3) to 5)', and really everything in 2007, I have come to admire the strength of my wife.  She's pretty damn' amazing, and I'm lucky to have her as my counterpoint in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I jet-skied for the first time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I changed jobs, though within the same company.  I'm much better at this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I celebrated four wonderful years of marriage. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I continued my role as Operations Officer, and started the training year in much better shape than last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) I am now Training Officer, the prospect of which terrified me originally, but I am really enjoying -- and thinking I'm doing pretty good at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) From '11)', I stood my ground on a couple of other issues, and was rewarded for not avoiding confrontation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) I kept my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;commitment&lt;/span&gt; to myself and finished my AU course with no extensions, though my procrastination still had a toll to pay on my quality of work and, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;subsequently&lt;/span&gt;, my final mark will reflect that.  But I did it.  All of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) On New Year's Eve, I participated in a 8km Run &amp;amp; Walk -- my first ever.  I thought I was going to walk pretty much the whole thing.  I ran I think slightly more than half.  I finished with a time of 58'36".  I'm a little stiff, but I made it, and even ran across the finish line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) After '14)', I managed to stay up well past midnight, with some of my favourite people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr align="center"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2008 Resolutions&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(with a 2007 review... and specifics on how I will attain my goals!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) Get an HR Job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The '07 part of this resolution included finishing my HR Certificate (done), and writing my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;CHRP&lt;/span&gt; exams.  However, I won't be able to write my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;CHRP&lt;/span&gt; exams in this province until after I've held an HR job for a bit.  Anyway, I plan to be shameless.  Hit up every contact I know.  Networking is everything.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) Once have HR Job, complete &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;PLAR&lt;/span&gt; @ AU, and get credit towards degree.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Well, yeah, pretty self-explanatory.  After I'm in a job for three months, I'll start the process. We'll see what I get for my certificate, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3) Make significant progress towards my B.Admin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The '07 part of this resolution indicated six courses and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;PLAR&lt;/span&gt;.  I completed my HR Certificate, and one AU course.  The plan is still six, depending on finances.  The real goal here will be capitalizing on sticking to schedules and producing a higher quality of work.  My GPA needs to be much higher before I could even entertain any thoughts of grad studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4) Read a good (leisure) book at least once a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I would like to read two, but let's be realistic now.  Last year, I read two-and-a-half books.  Shameful, I know.  But at least I enjoyed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5) Cook more, and learn more about food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Last year, the resolution in this spot was 'learn more about wine'.  That I did, and plan to continue.  I seem to have great support for my cellar!  Now, I want to cook more, beyond my standards of breakfast fare, barbecue, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sandwiches&lt;/span&gt;, and become more comfortable in the kitchen.  I find cooking and baking very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;relaxing&lt;/span&gt;, so I might as well learn to enjoy it a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6) Improve fitness level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I would like toys for my bike and outdoor pursuits.  I can't justify them unless I can be in better shape for them.  I want to explore this running thing, get back into cycling shape, and spend time outside.  Backpacking, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7) Fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have insurance.  I have resource.  By the end of January, I will have made an appointment with an instructor to figure out what I need to do to get current.  This year is the tenth anniversary of me getting my license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9) Put together an investment plan for my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In '07, there was no action behind this plan.  After we are in the new house this October, we'll be meeting with our planner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10) Stay more organized at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This goes in such ebbs and flows.  I made steps towards it in 2007, but I still have a lot of paper that is either disorganized, or that I don't need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11) Stay more connected with friends and family; pay more attention to the accomplishments of those close to me and recognize them.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For '07, only those close to me can evaluate this one.  I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think &lt;/span&gt;I did better, and will continue to do so in 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, folks, that's it.  Have a wonderful first night to 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-R.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14574296-1323492143004880790?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1323492143004880790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=1323492143004880790&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/1323492143004880790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/1323492143004880790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2008/01/great-expectations.html' title='Great Expectations'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-8779931199684072775</id><published>2007-02-06T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T14:23:42.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obituary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CASWELL - Kathryn Anne&lt;br /&gt;1977 - 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kathryn Anne Caswell passed away suddenly on Friday, February 2, 2007 at the age of 29 years.  She is survived by her parents, Greg and Terry Caswell of Bragg Creek, and her brother, Rob and wife Morgan, of Calgary.  Also mourning her loss are grandparents, uncles and aunts, cousins and great-uncles in Alberta, BC, Ontario, and the USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate has a passion for community and the outdoors that started at a young age, from her first camping trip at six months to skiing and sailing with the family to her passion for gardening.  she joined girl guides in Calgary, and was later a Beaver leader in Bragg Creek.  Kate also volunteered her time organizing child care for the local community groups and fund-raising and coordinating fund-raisers for various charities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After graduating from Springbank Community High School, Kate attended the Southern Alberta Institute of Technology, following in her father's footsteps to earn a Diploma in Petroleum Engineering Technology.  She worked locally with a well testing company before joining Greg's consulting firm in 2006.  Kathryn was becoming an accomplished well test analyst and was learning reservoir simulation under her Dad's guidance.  She was a member of the Society of Petroleum Engineers, and was in the process of becoming a member of ASET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate enjoyed her free time in the outdoors, spending much of it camping in Kananaskis and four-wheeling in McLean Creek.  With a bright smile and infectious laugh, Kate will be missed by all who knew her, and she loved them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Memorial Service will be held on Monday, February 12.  We are collecting stories of Kate to publish in a memory book.  Please send yours to kate.memories (at) gmail.com.  In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to Scouts Canada Foundation, 'No One Gets Left Behind' Project (tel 888-855-3336 ext 233, www.scouts.ca)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14574296-8779931199684072775?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8779931199684072775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=8779931199684072775&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/8779931199684072775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/8779931199684072775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2007/02/obituary.html' title='Obituary'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-3843358735693000427</id><published>2007-01-25T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T21:13:23.713-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buckley'/><title type='text'>Dear Lord, Will Someone Please Get Me Some Buckley's?</title><content type='html'>Hey,  I live - sort of.  Terrible chest / sinus cold thing going on, but nothing some good ol' fashion OTC drugs can't cure.  Or at least mask, and lead me in to sweet oblivion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, even posting once a month was too much for me.  Didn't feel very wordy, I suppose.  Or literate - I haven't read anyone else's blogs in just as long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are well.  I had an interview yesterday for what we shall call 'HR Career Prospect #2' (nobody from Prospect #1 has called me back).  It was probably one of the shortest (or maybe just comfortable?) first interviews I have ever been in.  The interviewer asked every question on her sheet and made detailed notes, but the questions seemed more like what I'm used to getting on a telephone interview.  More like, 'why HR' and 'why the change' instead of the usual behaviour-based scenarios I'm used to.  I will say it was not very threatening, and I have a good vibe off of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of HR and the schooling...  I thought I had six months to register in another AU course to be current.  Turns out it's a year, which is nice because I can complete my certificate and write my CHRP before I head back down that path.  And it just might be time to change my program from the current B.Admin to a B.HR...  the newer program may give me more credit for the certificate, and more flexibility in the courses I take.  Less industrial relations, more strategic HR, well, strategy.  Anyway, back to MRC at the end of February (loooong break!  I miss it!), and we shall go from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I will update this here blog...  and read others as part of my daily / weekly / bi-weekly (let's be realistic now!) ramblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven has always been a lucky number, especially for me.  2007 is so far a pretty lucky year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14574296-3843358735693000427?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3843358735693000427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=3843358735693000427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/3843358735693000427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/3843358735693000427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2007/01/dear-lord-will-someone-please-get-me.html' title='Dear Lord, Will Someone Please Get Me Some Buckley&apos;s?'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-116233781225575288</id><published>2006-10-31T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T16:36:52.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo!  It's Spooky Day! (aka, October is Over)</title><content type='html'>October was excellent, but tiring.  I'm figuring out how to manage some things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes are going great.  I'm really enjoying them, and I'm doing quite well in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is calm, but there just isn't any challenge or motivation.  Is it a question of the corporate culture (or lack thereof), or the position I'm in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we should banish snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14574296-116233781225575288?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/116233781225575288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=116233781225575288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/116233781225575288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/116233781225575288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2006/10/boo-its-spooky-day-aka-october-is-over.html' title='Boo!  It&apos;s Spooky Day! (aka, October is Over)'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-115801771749811396</id><published>2006-09-11T17:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T17:35:17.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay September!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so August was a little tough, but I made it through just fine, because really, now, it's not like I was on fire or dying or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I have an announcement, that makes me very happy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV Tropolis is showing The Wonder Years, starting with the first episode, starting tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14574296-115801771749811396?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/115801771749811396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=115801771749811396&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/115801771749811396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/115801771749811396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2006/09/yay-september.html' title='Yay September!'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-115552568627154619</id><published>2006-08-13T21:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T21:21:26.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>August:  This Used To Be My Favourite Month</title><content type='html'>So here's what I've got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Job I... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(calm blue ocean... calm blue ocean...)&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2) Not a single call-back from any of the three dozen positions I've applied to;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Exam at the end of the month;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Cadets starts in three weeks, and I'm still Acting CO; and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Parental surgery extravaganza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to work less overtime and learn more patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/14574296-115552568627154619?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/115552568627154619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=115552568627154619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/115552568627154619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/115552568627154619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2006/08/august-this-used-to-be-my-favourite.html' title='August:  This Used To Be My Favourite Month'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-115275547573442665</id><published>2006-07-12T19:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T19:51:15.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Class!</title><content type='html'>It's official:  I'm going back to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not the school I've been 'doing' for five years already.  But one with a classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In support of my B.Admin program, I've enroled in a HR Management Certificate at Mount Royal College this fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very excitied.  It's my first step towards CHRP designation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidebar:  I'm also looking for HR-related work.  If you have any leads on HR Assistant / Clerk positions, Benefits Coordinators, Pension Clerks... that sort of thing... drop me a line.  Or, if you'd like to see my CV, let me know and I'll send it your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers, all.  A shout out to all those at a CSTC right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14574296-115275547573442665?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/115275547573442665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=115275547573442665&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/115275547573442665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/115275547573442665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2006/07/back-to-class.html' title='Back to Class!'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-114886596685231667</id><published>2006-05-28T19:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T19:26:06.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here Again...</title><content type='html'>...rock you like a hurricane!  Okay, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, apparently it is still one post a month, and I found that just a little shocking.  It seems so much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to start dreaming about evil smufs that are out to get me. I'm not really sure what to think about that whole environment right now. Is it just busy? A huge learning curve for everyone, not just myself? Or is it toxic? To be fair, I will give it the full year. Right now, I'm just trying not to say something stupid and career-limiting before we leave for Holland. After that, I just might be a little more relaxed, and see how the chips fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I extended my course today. I thought I'd never say that again. No good reasons, excuses, or really even apologies. It's just how it is right now. I'll be working on it between now and when we go, but really won't be thinking much about it until July. That month, of course, will bring it's own challenges to the table, I'm sure. I already know of two on the horizon... I'm just waiting for the third (doesn't everything come in threes, even in our 'symmetry is beauty' world?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the challenges ahead, I think this is going to be a very good summer. Very good for me. Good for my marriage. Good for my career. Good for everyone in my sphere, as small as it is right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I finally stopped fighting my own reality?  We shall see.  I watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elizabethtown&lt;/span&gt; again today (love the movie; just bought in on DVD. Seriously love it). There's a really good quote that's on one of the pages of the ultimate road trip map. It says, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Often, the road is paved with anything but good intentions.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure how that impacts my life stage right now... but I still like it.  It is one to keep around for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long week at work coming up... and ACR on Sunday. And the banquet. I must make the effort to eat right, or supplement with entirely unhealthy amounts of coffee. And not that crappy office coffee, but good stuff. I should bring my carafe to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday chores to complete... a final note before I go: My friends; those I have cherished, taken for granted, and recently ignored... I'll be emailing soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris - congrats on the PMA acceptance. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14574296-114886596685231667?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114886596685231667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=114886596685231667&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/114886596685231667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/114886596685231667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2006/05/here-again.html' title='Here Again...'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-114472487058520148</id><published>2006-04-10T21:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T21:07:50.596-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brain is Fuzzy</title><content type='html'>Head colds are the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part, you feel just fine.  You have a good amount of energy, your stomach is not upset and you can eat normally, and you can really go about your normal day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except that you have trouble thinking clearly, and your head feels like it weighs 45lbs.  It's like a half-assed way to be sick.  You're well enough to go to work... but the whole office is foggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.  Lots of tea, and some pills - I should see clearly again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restarted my course plans again...  thinking clearly on that should really help.  Work is... insanity.  I just have to keep telling myself that I'm a happy smurf.  The job is fine...  the pace a little frantic.  Very reactive environment lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll start playing my saxophone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14574296-114472487058520148?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114472487058520148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=114472487058520148&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/114472487058520148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/114472487058520148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-brain-is-fuzzy.html' title='My Brain is Fuzzy'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-114220380032692602</id><published>2006-03-12T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T15:50:00.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Boring Perspective?</title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm still here - though something you would know only if you've been reading the recent comments on my last post.  An anonymous person pretty much let me know that I'm boring - or rather, lead a boring life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if this is a matter of perspective.  If I wrote on my blog everyday about the things I do, would this person still think I'm boring?  Well, probably... most days are get up, work, come home, putter, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I was a rockin' mountain climber, with lots of photos of what I've done - then I wouldn't be so boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know what, though?  I enjoy very nearly every aspect of my life, and how I choose to lead it.  I have a feeling that most of you out there that aren't rockin' mountain climbers feel the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, go ahead - be boring.  You're the only one it matters to - and I'm confident you'll have a heck of a good time doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14574296-114220380032692602?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/114220380032692602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=114220380032692602&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/114220380032692602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/114220380032692602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2006/03/boring-perspective.html' title='A Boring Perspective?'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-113969323569526251</id><published>2006-02-11T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T14:27:15.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday v. Sunday</title><content type='html'>Today is Saturday.  Today is a work day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the 'in-the-office' type of work day (though I did check my work email... bad, Rob, bad!).  But an at home work day.  Laundry, cleaning, errand running, studying... and a birthday dinner for my brother-in-law tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, despite the glourious sunshine outside and the 15C on the mercury...  today is the day to feel it only through the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, on the other hand... Sunday is golden.  Sunday is the rest day, where I plan to soak up as much of that sun as I possibly can.  I may very well do it whilst taking notes on the exciting world of end-user information systems...  but Sunday is not a work day.  Coffee, late breakfast, and watching the cat lounge around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, everyone, is the difference between Saturday and Sunday.  Saturday is just another work day.  Sunday is where the real relaxation is at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14574296-113969323569526251?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/113969323569526251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=113969323569526251&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/113969323569526251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/113969323569526251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2006/02/saturday-v-sunday.html' title='Saturday v. Sunday'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-113856407639772479</id><published>2006-01-29T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T12:47:56.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vortex</title><content type='html'>I know I've accomplished a lot this week - mostly because I have the paper to prove it.  But I don't remember a lot of it.  And quite a bit of it has snuck up on me... not bad sneaking as in 'totally unprepared'... but more like my own aloofness sneaking up on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.  Maybe that's not the best way to explain...  more of me knowing events are upcoming, but being fuzzy enough on the details to not always remember when or where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discombobulated.  That's the word!  That's how I've felt this week!  It's like being in some kind of weird time vortex.  Work doesn't help...  I mean, it's great and all - but holy time flying by, Batman.  Like last night... someone said it was midnight, and I did a double-take on my watch.  Where did 10 and 11pm go?  Did I fall asleep?  Did I fall into a different dimension?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I was having too much fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, rambling here...  some deep breaths today, and focus.  The exercise resolution is going better.  I started, on Monday, a 0-5k in nine weeks program.  So far, so good.  Don't feel/look like death after a jog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the time vortex (tangent! tangent! tangent!  ooo... shiny!  there is no focus today!)...  it seems every month is flying by faster than the last...  how much more can the pace increase?  Not that I'm losing control (though there may be fear of such) - but seriously - did we make the hours shorter?  Are we counting faster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back when I was in junior high, there were these 'No Fear' t-shirts that were popular.  Reminds me of one of the sayings... "It's not the pace of life that scares me.  It's the sudden stop at the end."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that in mind...  have a great Sunday, all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14574296-113856407639772479?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/113856407639772479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=113856407639772479&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/113856407639772479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/113856407639772479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2006/01/vortex.html' title='Vortex'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-113795580543581770</id><published>2006-01-22T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T11:50:05.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Far, So Good</title><content type='html'>I was going to write more earlier... but thought I didn't have anything worth saying.  Then part of me thought, "well, who cares.  This is my blog, and if I want to fill it with drivel, I will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that still didn't seem terribly responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resolutions are going well - especially relating to work and school.  Need to brush up a bit more on #4 and exercise.  In typical excuse fashion... I felt like going for a run yesterday.  But I don't have any jogging pants.  So I had a nap instead.  That's just a little more than counter-productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a blast from the past last night.  Sandra's 60th birthday.  I saw people who I haven't seen for ten years.  And do you know what the great thing about it was?  It was the same crowd who were always at Doug &amp; Sandra's parties, that my parents would drag us to.  And they all called me 'Robbie'.  And it made me so happy and appreciative of all those parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really getting into the handyman bit.  Last weekend, Morgan and I (with some parental instruction) tiled the backsplash in our kitchen.  This weekend, we learned to grout!  I finally see the desire in just puttering around a house for a weekend, and how a fun retirement project would be to buy an old house, and fix something new every weekend.  Though you can do that in a new house, too.  Coffee, music, and working with your hands.  Seeing the end result take shape.  It is very gratifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really starting to feel the push back towards law.  At work, I had been feeling very caught-up in the idea of admin and sales and quality...  which is fine; I will probably head in that direction for a bit, anyway.  But I was on the JAG website today, reading about Military and Administrative Law positions.  And then found a CANFORGEN on the Military Legal Training Plan (MLTP).  Open to any serving CF member, regular or reserve, no matter the branch, MLTP could possibly pay for a portion of my legal education.  Although it sounds like most careers in the CF, where they send you to school and you give them time back... it's a bit of an interesting twist.  If you enroled off the street, you would be required to already have a law degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an opportunity.  I need to learn French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14574296-113795580543581770?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/113795580543581770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=113795580543581770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/113795580543581770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/113795580543581770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-far-so-good.html' title='So Far, So Good'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-113614144197044983</id><published>2006-01-01T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T11:53:15.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals, Celebrations, and Musings - Hello, 2006!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Don't Forget to Date Your Cheques '06'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To ring in the New Year, we celebrated in what I think was pretty fine style. Watched a fun movie. Morgan made a gourmet meal. I drank a very nice bottle of wine. We watched the ball drop in Times Square (with snippets of Niagara to get the Canadian perspective), and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, and it was 2006.  Funny how that works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, the first day of the year being a Sunday is a pretty sweet omen. Made breakfast. Read the paper. Drank coffee. Excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr align="center"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Resolutions vs Goals - Here's Mine&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Although I gave guidelines in my last post, I really didn't distinguish &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;resolutions&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;goals&lt;/span&gt;.  Or, at least how I see it.  Which is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Resolution: &lt;/span&gt;Drink more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goal: &lt;/span&gt;Drink more wine by getting snokered 5 nights out of 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(note - the above is only an example)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The resolution is a nice, but empty statement.  A goal is quantified with some kind of call to action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, here are my 2006 goals, as promised&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Finish eight courses this year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (seven + the one I currently have), using the formula of 48 weeks of work divided by 6.5 weeks/course. It comes out to 7.38 courses, but I have head start and I've built in two weeks of flex above and beyond vacation. I will accomplish this by re-evaluating how I spend my day, and using that time I have at home alone between when I get back from work and when Morgan gets back from work to take major daily strides. The exception, of course, being Tuesday. By doing that, I'll put in 90min of quality time everyday before Morgan gets home - so I can still spend quality time with her and not feel guilty about ignoring one or the other. Weekends are also a very important part of this, so I will endeavors to make one day (it may alternate week-to-week) the primary school day, and the other will be the one where I take care of that 'around the house' stuff. That sort of routine will also help keep our space organized and clean.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Achieve my goal weight of 195lbs before we go to Holland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; by changing eating habits, and incorporating daily physical activity in my life, such as running, cycling, walking, and swimming. This morning, I was 219lbs. I also want to play more GLOs with my friends (like when we go play frisbee), and see what either the McKenzie Towne Hall or YMCA have for some core-stregth activities. The latter may come after we get back from Holland, and I evaluate the next step in prolonging my body and mind by keeping in shape. I'm also going to drink way more water this year, especially at work. I may only have a cup or two of coffee a day, but I'll nurse it all afternoon. So when it's cold, it's done, and out comes the water bottle to keep me fresh and alert. That will likely also help me when I get home and need to hit the books.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Read all those books I have on my shelf that I haven't read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; by taking time most nights to un-wind by reading in bed. When I have done it in the past, I feel so very relaxed. Plus, I want to read new stuff, but I can't justify it with a shelf full of un-read books.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Do whatever I can to support my family and friends in their goals and dreams, and forage stronger bonds through communication&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't think I'm unsupportive now, but I do know I am notorious for not keeping in touch with people. At least, I think I am. Writing some emails and making some phone calls will help me mentally by hopefully creating some stronger bonds, and maybe those around me will benefit as well. This one is harder to quantify - but I think it boils down to if I don't know what is happening in my friends' lives, then I'm not listening enough.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Continue on my current career path, with my current employer, hopefully transitioning to a new role in the next eight to twelve months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I'm not struggling at work, and I really enjoy it, so this one is a little easier. It can't be, however, just ignored and put on the back-burner, or the success-o-meter will quickly crash to zero. By supporting my team and having trust in my experience and problem-solving abilities, I'm confident I can march right on to the top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;hr style="height: 3px;font-size:180%;" align="center" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everyone, come on over and meet 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Your world is anything you want to make of it.  Good luck with any goals you set, and remember my number four if you get stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auld Lang Syne,&lt;br /&gt;-R.&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/14574296-113614144197044983?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/113614144197044983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=113614144197044983&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/113614144197044983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/113614144197044983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2006/01/goals-celebrations-and-musings-hello.html' title='Goals, Celebrations, and Musings - Hello, 2006!'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-113591839919372412</id><published>2005-12-29T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T21:53:19.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolution #1: Make Resolutions</title><content type='html'>Alright, folks, here's the pre-warning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days until 2005 has passed under the bridge, and we will greet the birth of 2006 with some champagne and a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The change in the last digit on the date typically brings New Year's Resolutions (as well as late-night phone calls and drunken renditions of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Auld Lang Syne&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not posting any yet.  And likely, neither are you.  This is the pre-warning (as mentioned), however, that resolutions are incoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, start thinking about how you want to greet and tackle 2006.  I'll post mine on 31 December, and maybe we can all chat about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the only rule:  Real resolutions.  Honest-to-gosh &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;goals&lt;/span&gt;.  And remember three simple guidelines to legimate goal setting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Realistic&lt;br /&gt;-Attainable&lt;br /&gt;-Challenging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...and it kind of has to be something you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to accomplish.  Self-motivation is a great help, no matter how big or small the dose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14574296-113591839919372412?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/113591839919372412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=113591839919372412&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/113591839919372412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/113591839919372412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2005/12/resolution-1-make-resolutions.html' title='Resolution #1: Make Resolutions'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-113571235847925215</id><published>2005-12-27T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T12:39:18.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas: The Whirlwind Edition</title><content type='html'>I've had five glorious days off work (including today) to aid me in the celebration of what I beleive is important at Christmas - friends, family, and little traditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 1 (23 Dec 05):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan worked today.  I slept in (woot) and drove up to my work to drop off caramel corn for the food-fest (a condition of me getting the day off).  Lydia had made 1000 spring rolls.  She got in at 8am.  They were gone by 8:02am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ducked out, called my dad to see if he wanted to hook-up for lunch.  In typical 'that's my father' style, he needed to shop at lunch.  Hey, that's a day early for him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went to visit my sister.  Morgan got off early, and we made plans to meet for lunch.  Drove by the old apartment (sigh), ate some cookies, fought some traffic, and got ditched by the sister.  Apparently, she was kind of in charge of the whole cookie exchange thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the upside, we went home and watched our new digital cable via ADSL.  Pretty slick service, if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched TV late and fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2 (24 Dec 05):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Up not terribly early, but early enough for me and a Saturday.  Headed out to the in-laws for a steak and lobster Chritmas feast.  Went to the traditional Christmas Eve party.  Then to the Chritsmas Eve mass (this was a Catholic year.  Since when did Catholics sing everything?  I damn' near thought we had gone into a Lutheran church!).  Peace be with you, we finally saw our house again at about 1:30am on Christmas Day.  Our poor cat was horrified that he hadn't seen us since our departure at about noon that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 3 (25 Dec 05):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up early (too early for a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sunday!&lt;/span&gt;).  Well, rather, Morgan let me sleep and put all of the gifts into bins for transport to our parents' houses.  Yes, the joy of having multiple Christmas mornings!  Good time had by all, lots to drink.  Left house one at about 2pm, left house two at about 10pm.  Watched a movie with my dad.  Morgan had a debate with him.  Fun stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 4 (26 Dec 05):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not up early.  Well, Morgan was.  She went shopping.  Apparently her efforts to beat the crowds were a little extreme, though - seems no one was shopping but her.  But that's okay. When she got back at about 8am, she brought me coffee.  Sweet.  Nourishing.  Coffee.  This was the first day to relax a bit.  Putzed around the house.  Cleaned some stuff up.  Watched M*A*S*H (season 3 and 4 on DVD! Woot!).  Then to Hanukkah chinese food dinner with Chas, Syl, Larry &amp; Tina.  And some really good scotch.  I think I'm moving away from Highland and into Islay.  So good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home around 11pm.  Cat still horrified, but stoned, so he's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 5 (27 Dec 05):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's today.  Slept in until almost 10:30am.  Morgan is shopping.  I think we'll head to the framing shop later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House is fairly clean, everything is mostly in order.  Need some new batteries for my palm pilot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then work tomorrow.  But only for three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans for New Year's?  I say movies and scotch and my house.  We'll see if we make it until midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found the past five days a little exhausting, but man did I finally find the Chritmas spirit I was missing this year.  What a great ride it has truly been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love to you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14574296-113571235847925215?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/113571235847925215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=113571235847925215&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/113571235847925215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/113571235847925215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-whirlwind-edition.html' title='Christmas: The Whirlwind Edition'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-113494234922006630</id><published>2005-12-18T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T14:45:49.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Tip My Hat to You, Sir</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I had the pleasure of attending my very dear friend &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/whataboutfish"&gt;Jon's&lt;/a&gt; convocation from Medicine Hat College.  After four years of hard work away from home, he has earned his degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the addresses during the commencement ceremony was very good.  The VP Academic noted that it wasn't always how much quality education you had, but what you do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Jon will pursue a passion with his, and that will have a positive impact on all those in his life - and that his life will eventually touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, Jon.  You've really set the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14574296-113494234922006630?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/113494234922006630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=113494234922006630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/113494234922006630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/113494234922006630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-tip-my-hat-to-you-sir.html' title='I Tip My Hat to You, Sir'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-113365165394215437</id><published>2005-12-03T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T16:15:44.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Later This Week</title><content type='html'>As promised...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends, not because they are far away (though Jon and Ash certainly are exceptions), but because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been far away&lt;/span&gt;. Not physically. Not even emotionally. But I definitely haven't been here. I feel like I've been more than slightly recluse in the past... well, few months, surfacing every so often for a birthday or the party du jour. Beyond that, not calling, not emailing, not making the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;effort&lt;/span&gt; was the mark of my (lack of) presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was my state of mind, and a lot of it was wrapped around how I was handling things like school. So another reason I'm glad another course is now finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, though, is the deeper seed I've apparently been nuturing. I did not handle this course as well as I had planned or hoped. Same old nasty habits lead to me wasting time, wrapping up my last assignment the night the course expired, and sacrificing time with my friends (plus responsibilities at the Squadron, around the home, and elsewhere) using the classic 'have to study' excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, when I finish a course, no matter what the circumstances of that completion, I feel relieved. Sometimes, it's because I have another one that I should have been half-way through by then. Mostly, it's because I've avoided another nail in the coffin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or had I? Obviously, the trend was actually more along the lines of supplying the nails and the hammer, no matter how much was completed in the educational circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, when I finished the course, there was relief. More than that though, there was disappointment. Serious anger and disappointment with myself, and in myself. How could I have almost let it slip, again, after every word I had spoken, every promise made? What was I thinking, as I let the hours slip by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there it was.  Is, even.  My shift.  My paradigm, even!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I felt anger for how I handled the course was the moment I caught-up with myself and said, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'this isn't okay anymore.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I felt relief. Release from my self-imposed prison of idiocy. The underlying - and heavily over-toned - pressure had lifted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was becoming me again.  The me I liked.  The me others liked, and even respected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the change some had been waiting for. Living better, not just at school - but everything else. A better attitude. A happier person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you believe, even a restless one? Next course hasn't shown up yet. I can't wait to tackle it. The time before it shows up though, will not be wasted. Spent some time writing some emails to friends who I haven't talked to in awhile. Cleaning out my office. Hanging Christmas lights. Catching-up at the Squadron. Most importantly, spending quality time with no guilt whatsoever with Morgan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14574296-113365165394215437?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/113365165394215437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=113365165394215437&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/113365165394215437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/113365165394215437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2005/12/later-this-week.html' title='Later This Week'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-113314609694234861</id><published>2005-11-27T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T19:48:16.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypocrasy, Ad Naseum</title><content type='html'>I say a lot of the same stuff over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About goals.  Directions.  Ambition.  Excellence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dozen posts declaring this the 'first day of the rest of my life.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this one isn't much different)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what had really changed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly.  What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tired message, I know.  But I read a lot of what I had blogged in the past, and the glimmers of hope were over-shadowed by a lot of things I didn't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better grow-up and carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I drank too much coffee today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14574296-113314609694234861?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/113314609694234861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=113314609694234861&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/113314609694234861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/113314609694234861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2005/11/hypocrasy-ad-naseum.html' title='Hypocrasy, Ad Naseum'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-113305984036623358</id><published>2005-11-26T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T19:50:40.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Lost - Just Found</title><content type='html'>It's amazing what else you stumble upon when looking for a paticular item that you just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example - this evening, I was hunting for my birth certificate (see, I'm human, and have the paperwork to prove it!).  Although Morgan swears she's never seen it in the house (and she's usually very astute about these sorts of things), I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; know it is here.  Somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I flip through the filing cabinet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire safe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm... nothing.&lt;br /&gt;(wait - why &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; it in there?  Or any of our other vital statistics documents?  In fact, where's our marriage certificate?  Oh no...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, there's some envelopes on the bookshelf," I ponder.  "Maybe it's there!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;(found the marriage certificate, though)&lt;br /&gt;(and a bunch of pictures)&lt;br /&gt;(and all my certificates from CF courses)&lt;br /&gt;(and my diploma)&lt;br /&gt;(a bunch of pictures)&lt;br /&gt;(one of Morgan's college diplomas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap.  Do I have to get a new one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another flip through the filing cabinet - man, folder by folder, this will take forever.  Pull the first one out, and there it is, hiding slightly behind an old transcript.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is rambling... but in the end, I found what I was looking for - plus a bunch of other cool stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;(and that's all I need)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say g'night, Gracie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14574296-113305984036623358?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/113305984036623358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=113305984036623358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/113305984036623358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/113305984036623358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2005/11/not-lost-just-found.html' title='Not Lost - Just Found'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-113303045737354079</id><published>2005-11-26T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T11:41:35.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Under My Skin</title><content type='html'>They say you get 'bitten by the travel bug.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the travel bug is more like a tic, and burrows under your skin until you are totally infested with the idea of going somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan and I have been spitballing some ideas for vacation next year.  I've got a serious infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me... I don't know. I like the traveling part as much as the being-at-your-destination part. It's such an integral part of the experience. I'm not saying the flight or bus or train ride has to be spectacular, but to me the idea of travel is motion, and every conveyance you are on - even if it's your feet - will have a story to tell at the end of the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, the idea of traveling somewhere and staying in that same spot for two weeks turns me off a bit. I loved how we went to Ontario this year, and then drove all over the place. Finding cool towns and shops. Seeing new scenery. Being mobile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll always have your preferred spots - but even then, you don't want to spend all your time there.  Defeats the purpose, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all those reminiscing about travel, those on adventures, and those about to take some - relish in the journey as much as the arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a superb weekend, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14574296-113303045737354079?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/113303045737354079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=113303045737354079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/113303045737354079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/113303045737354079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2005/11/under-my-skin.html' title='Under My Skin'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-113192029902326180</id><published>2005-11-13T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T15:19:11.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excellence v. Mediocrity</title><content type='html'>My friend Candace, B.Comm, M.Ed, recently picked up the last set of those letters at her convocation from the University of Calgary. Her Master of Education degree in hand, she was sharing with me some words that were in the commencement speech (and I paraphrase):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are living in a society that is constantly more accepting of mediocrity. It is our job, as Masters, to strive for excellence."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not going to argue if we are, as a society, more accepting of mediocrity or not.  Not my point today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words reminded me of a Woodrow Wilson quote that Ashleigh gave me in a frame one day.  Wilson's words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are here to enable the world to live more amply, with greater vision, and with a finer spirit of hope and achievement.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are here to enrich the world&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong words.  Lofty aspirations.  Ambition, even!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which, reminds me of a quote that Chas has in his office, and Christina recently wrote on our Squadron whiteboard, courtesy of Aristotle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are what we repeatedly do.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows I have had struggles staying motivated with my degree, and keeping organized enough - or at least with enough momentum - to keep on top of all the tasks I have at hand. Repeatedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is failure - or mediocrity - also a habit as opposed to an act?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I failing to live up to my obligations as a citizen to enrich the world around me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer to both questions - well, a definite yes the former. The latter - I would have a greater impact if excellence was my habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could all have a greater impact if excellence was our habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look back at these exchanges and conversations, and am grateful for them. I do draw motivation from them. Living in excellence is something I must do, but not be afraid of failing in. For as long as you are striving for excellence, mistakes are learning as opposed to failing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your Sunday, everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14574296-113192029902326180?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/113192029902326180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=113192029902326180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/113192029902326180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/113192029902326180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2005/11/excellence-v-mediocrity.html' title='Excellence v. Mediocrity'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-113132180739051944</id><published>2005-11-06T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T17:03:27.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quarter of a Century!</title><content type='html'>Happy 25th birthday to my lovely wife - and partner in life - Morgan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14574296-113132180739051944?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/113132180739051944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=113132180739051944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/113132180739051944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/113132180739051944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2005/11/quarter-of-century.html' title='A Quarter of a Century!'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-113132170468573582</id><published>2005-11-06T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T17:01:44.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaarrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhh!</title><content type='html'>Sorry, folks - just felt the need to scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a non-scream related note, my pirate name is Lazy Eye Jude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14574296-113132170468573582?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/113132170468573582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=113132170468573582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/113132170468573582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/113132170468573582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2005/11/aaarrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhh.html' title='Aaarrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhh!'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-113107948508256541</id><published>2005-11-03T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T21:44:45.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching... My... Breath...</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to notice an increase in pressure for the month of November, and we're only a few days into it.  Work, school, cadets - I'm quickly seeing free days struck from my calendar as a plague of responsibilty and taskings take over the little blocks that represent those units of time we call a 'day'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself having to sit back and focus.  I feel quite vulnerable to stress right now.  Maybe it's more that I'm fearful I will drop the ball?  After Remembrance Day, I'll feel better.  And after this course.  And the field exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have an intense, yet oddly relaxed time for work next week.  Attending a certification course on packaging.  Everything I do in the office will be taken care of - which is nice - so I get to go downtown and get fed breakfast and lunch everyday and play student.  All in all, not a bad deal, but it is fourteen days of material stuffed into four.  And I know I'll be exhausted after Friday.  Remind me not to go to the Legion after for beverages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really much else to talk about.  Morgan bought some espresso when we were grocery shopping, so I've rediscovered my love of our espresso machine.  And I had my first Starbucks coffee in recent memory last night.  We acutally sat in for awhile.  It was nice.  And the coffee was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping focused, keeping organized, keeping on task... so I guess I should go do that.  Have a great Friday, everyone.  Marc, Megs - see you at 1930h.  Keg-a-rific!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14574296-113107948508256541?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/113107948508256541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=113107948508256541&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/113107948508256541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/113107948508256541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2005/11/catching-my-breath.html' title='Catching... My... Breath...'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-113064583003624235</id><published>2005-10-29T22:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T22:17:10.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Trails to You...</title><content type='html'>Ashleigh left for Thailand this morning. Morgan and I woke up a little after 3am to wish her adieu, safe travels, and do what we could to start her journey off on a happy note - with smiles, well-wishes, and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure she met with much of the same at the airport with Marc and Meghan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're probably in Seoul right now with your 12-hour layover. Hope you get to explore a bit before the next leg. It's like the Amazing Race, except you choose your detours and all roadblocks are optional. And, no elimination rounds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr align="center" size="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched a great movie tonight. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crash&lt;/span&gt;. No, not the one where people crash cars and have sex because it's a turn on. The new one, with Don Chedale. Excellent flick. A thinker, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder - if showing a movie like that during a Sensible Living discussion would have any impact? Although I really do believe that it doesn't matter what race you are - people are people - it really does challenge a lot of actions and beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr align="center" size="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crash&lt;/span&gt;, just as it was ending, we saw a lot of flashing lights outside.  A paramedic unit, an ambulance, and a fire truck.  All going to our neighbour's house.  Soon, a man was wheeled out on a gurney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know he's been ill, and we know his wife by name - but just what do we say to her?  "We were watching your husband being taken away by EMS - you okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is a voyeur.  Or, at least I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14574296-113064583003624235?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/113064583003624235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=113064583003624235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/113064583003624235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/113064583003624235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-trails-to-you.html' title='Happy Trails to You...'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-112941298257865360</id><published>2005-10-15T15:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T15:49:42.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Surfacing for Air - Just in Time for Octobermas!</title><content type='html'>Not that I've been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;terribly&lt;/span&gt; busy or anything.  Just not wanting to be in front of a computer after staring at one all day.  Though I do need to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My days have been spent working, watching television, lounging on the couch,  working at the Squadron, cleaning house, and sleeping.  Ah, yes, sleeping.  I do love thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a great movie last night.  I really like it anway. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elizabethtown&lt;/span&gt;.  Doesn't it just sound like a place you'd want to visit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started a little slow, but I felt it was extremely well-written.  Kirsten Dunst was in a fantastic role for herself, and really held the movie together - even though she was technically the supporting character to Orlando Bloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  you know how sometimes there is a part in the movie where they could end it, and all would be okay?  But they through in a crappy epilogue that really destroys everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elizabethtown&lt;/span&gt; has an epilogue, too.  But a really freakin' good one, that the movie would almost be shallow without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highly recommended.  I'd even pay to see it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...  well, not much else to say.  Work is great.  Going to a show tonight on them (woot!).  And only seven more days until the festival of Octobermas!  It's going to be grand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had coffee with my sister this morning - I'm really hoping now that the unpleasantness is gone, we can forge a bond.  I'm trying, at least.  She really is better off now, and she knows it.  I guess we'll just have to wait and see what she does about it.  Sort of like having a winning lottery ticket, and not claiming the prize.  I'm praying she doesn't get stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Saturday, everyone.  Sunday too.  I don't discriminate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14574296-112941298257865360?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112941298257865360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=112941298257865360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/112941298257865360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/112941298257865360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2005/10/surfacing-for-air-just-in-time-for.html' title='Surfacing for Air - Just in Time for Octobermas!'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-112835885078564248</id><published>2005-10-03T11:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T11:00:55.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Just in time to kick-off our early Christmas celebrations, the snow is flying in Calgary.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Hey, at least we made it to October!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14574296-112835885078564248?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112835885078564248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=112835885078564248&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/112835885078564248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/112835885078564248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2005/10/let-it-snow-let-it-snow-let-it-snow.html' title='Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-112783841430998825</id><published>2005-09-27T10:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T10:26:54.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Dead; Just Working</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;And it has been busy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;The new job is pretty great, actually.  New procedures, new challenges, new people, and new fun.  Plus the commute is great - I can be home by quarter to four in the afternoon.  Well, if I leave on-time, anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Autumn is my favorite season, though I'm not a fan of how quickly it is going this year.  Lots of changes, all good - but change always seems to have a major impact on preceived time.  I need to go for some walks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Less than a month until Christmas!  Yay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14574296-112783841430998825?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112783841430998825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=112783841430998825&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/112783841430998825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/112783841430998825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-not-dead-just-working.html' title='I&apos;m Not Dead; Just Working'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-112647959883188665</id><published>2005-09-11T16:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T16:59:58.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No, Really.  Has It Changed?</title><content type='html'>Four years ago, the war on terror came to the forefront.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember what the world was like before that?  Or, at least, our western version of said world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life hasn't changed much, I have to be honest.  Like any tradegy that happens far away, we quickly forget.  Or at least ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14574296-112647959883188665?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112647959883188665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=112647959883188665&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/112647959883188665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/112647959883188665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2005/09/no-really-has-it-changed.html' title='No, Really.  Has It Changed?'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-112576946483945416</id><published>2005-09-03T11:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T11:44:24.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, Sweet Love</title><content type='html'>Do people - if it be natural instinct or conditioning - reject brotherly love (note - I'm making the distinction here between love of family, and love from society/mankind)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14574296-112576946483945416?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112576946483945416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=112576946483945416&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/112576946483945416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/112576946483945416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2005/09/love-sweet-love.html' title='Love, Sweet Love'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-112563530002022973</id><published>2005-09-01T22:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T22:28:20.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Proactive:  Something the US is Not Good At?</title><content type='html'>Most of us are aware of the total devestation left by Hurriance Katrina, especially in New Orleans.  Well, ironically, if you live there, I don't know how much media access you'd have, so maybe they don't get the birds-eye view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.  I digress.  What I would like to know, however, is what is taking so long for aid to arrive?  And why does President Bush feel the need to say (and I para-phrase), 'offers of help are nice, but we'll take care of this'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose what I don't understand (other than the rapes, violence, and looting - minus one million points for mob mentality) is the lack of prepardness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The US government knew Katrina was coming.  They knew it could be bad.  And yes, they didn't maybe project it to be this bad - but I'm sure they had some 'worse-case' scenarios laid out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why wasn't anything pre-positioned?  Why does it take four days to put the National Guard in place?  Isn't that their duty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are four hospital ships steaming out of port almost four days after the fact?  Why didn't they pre-position at least one, so the response time would be less?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems to me in many of life's situations that we rather take a recative approach.  In case it's not as bad as 'worse-case', nobody seems to want to be responsbile for calling in the cavalry - or at least having them ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the cost of prepardness not worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the not asking for help bit.  The Canadian Forces DART team, which could very quickly be on the ground setting up water purification systems, is currently sitting on one-hour ready to move status.  One hour.  They just need the word from the Fed.  Why hasn't that been given?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore - why is Congress on a break now, but the Senate met at 4am to discuss if Terry Schivao should live or die?  Right now, an entire city is dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my last beef - why is gas so expensive in Canada?  We don't get our oil from the Gulf Coast.  Fucking price gouging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Bush - if the war in Iraq isn't enough for you to resign, then I think the handling of this natural disaster should be.  I have a feeling that if a terriost attack happened in the French Quarter, the US Army would be there a whole lot quicker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14574296-112563530002022973?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112563530002022973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=112563530002022973&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/112563530002022973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/112563530002022973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2005/09/proactive-something-us-is-not-good-at.html' title='Proactive:  Something the US is Not Good At?'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-112558328230098685</id><published>2005-09-01T08:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T08:01:23.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Alberta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Alberta, as a province, is 100 years old today.  That just seems so...&lt;br /&gt;young... in terms of things.  Look at Europe.  That's not even old.  But&lt;br /&gt;on a North American scale, it's almost the same.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;There are many centennial celebrations today.  In fact, they all seem to&lt;br /&gt;be today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;It's a Thursday.  People have work and school tomorrow.  Hmmm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Maybe the government and business should have got together, and for one&lt;br /&gt;day in a hundred years, declared an extra stat, so people could&lt;br /&gt;participate in daytime events today.  Or tomorrow off, so everyone can&lt;br /&gt;see the fireworks tonight with out fears of trying to wake children for&lt;br /&gt;school tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Oh well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;So, I got myself a Gmail account.  Now I have a whack of invites.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone in my circle of friends desire a new email address?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;-R.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14574296-112558328230098685?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112558328230098685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=112558328230098685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/112558328230098685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/112558328230098685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2005/09/happy-birthday-alberta.html' title='Happy Birthday, Alberta!'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-112542765628878099</id><published>2005-08-30T12:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T17:10:34.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long, and Thanks For All the Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="Section1"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I gave my notice today.  As of September 9, I will no longer here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I’m immensely looking forward to my new opportunity, and the team I will join.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It’s very liberating, quitting a job on your own terms!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-R.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14574296-112542765628878099?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112542765628878099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=112542765628878099&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/112542765628878099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/112542765628878099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-long-and-thanks-for-all-fish.html' title='So Long, and Thanks For All the Fish'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-112494190817472284</id><published>2005-08-24T21:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T21:51:48.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The List</title><content type='html'>Before I get to this post, I have to mention that it was my anniversary on Monday.  Morgan and I went out for sushi on Tuesday night to celebrate another year of marriage.   I love you, sweetie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, today's post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy what I would consider to be some of the finer things in life.  And I know people who raise their eyebrows when I share these items.  You see, I believe there are certain things out there in the 'finer things' category that are meant for everyone.  If you don't like it, it just means that you haven't found the right one yet.  But I guarantee it's out there, if you just open up a little.  Here are those things, in random order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Wine.  If you say you don't like it, go on a tasting tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Jazz and Blues.  There are so many facets to these art forms that you &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; find one you like.  Honest.  If you need help, try &lt;a href="http://www.ckua.com"&gt;CKUA&lt;/a&gt; for some tunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Cheese.  Especially when paired with the wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Scotch.  Single malts.  You think wine has depth? No other time have I tried a liqour that can taste so different between types - from smoky and bitter, to light and fruity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Gin.  No, I'm not an alcoholic, but a G&amp;T is the perfect summer drink, and you haven't really had a true cocktail until you've had a painfully dry gin martini.  The trick is the quality of the spirit - cheap gin is like paint thinner.  Much like cheap wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Cigars.  Yes, smoking kills, but at least this way you do it with taste and style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Theatre.  Live theatre.  There's lots of plays out there.  Go see one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Tea and Coffee.  Beverages that carry the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may add or amend to this list, especially if the folk out there give me some suggestions.  Until then, go pour yourself a drink, light up a cigar, and sit in a dark room with some John Coltrane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14574296-112494190817472284?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112494190817472284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=112494190817472284&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/112494190817472284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/112494190817472284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2005/08/list.html' title='The List'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-112404684397687804</id><published>2005-08-14T13:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T13:14:03.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfection</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;That's what this weekend has been.  Absolute, amazing, incredible &lt;em&gt;perfection&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nothing particularily jumps out as why, on the surface; we didn't win the lottery, old friends did not come into town, and my cat has not learned to speak Spanish.  However, what we did have was pure relaxation, and selfish purpose.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Woke up Saturday with &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/morganbean"&gt;Morgan&lt;/a&gt; bringing me a fresh baked cinnamon bun and a cappuccino.  We laid in bed and talked for an hour.  Then up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take the dog out, read the paper, enjoy the sunshine that was quickly burning off the cold; then the weekly ritual of cleaning bathrooms, living rooms, and so forth. Had a shower.  Ate lunch.  &lt;em&gt;Relaxed&lt;/em&gt;.  Setup our new tent in the park, with giggles from neighbours and on-lookers (hey, we don't have a yard big enough).  A great summer dinner, and a perfect evening.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today, I was the one up early.  Let the dog out (why?  I don't even have a dog).  Read the Sunday paper in the sunshine - what is better than that?  Make pancakes and eggs; took breakfast to Morgan.  Good times.  Sylvia came over to get the dog (oh, that explains it) - had some coffee.  Caught up on some personal email.  Listened to some good music; made a healthy lunch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just might even go for a jog today.  Now that would be different - I usually only run if I'm being chased.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was thinking about what type of program to take at the &lt;a href="http://www.ucalgary.ca"&gt;U of C&lt;/a&gt;, and coincidentaly, their Continuing Education Calendar was in my paper.  Bonus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr align=center size=5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now off to do some economic-type homework.  &lt;a href="http://fromthiscomputer.blogspot.com"&gt;Ashleigh&lt;/a&gt;, I'll show you all about RSS feeds when you've got a chance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope everyone had a weekend like mine.  If so, your week ahead in the working world will be very productive, indeed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-R.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14574296-112404684397687804?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112404684397687804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=112404684397687804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/112404684397687804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/112404684397687804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2005/08/perfection.html' title='Perfection'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-112355302088867384</id><published>2005-08-08T19:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T20:03:40.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Phone Call</title><content type='html'>"Good afternoon, this is Rob"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are your ears ready for this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are your ears ready for this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you like a new job?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uhh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's how my work week ended on Friday, and going out for lunch today was my cover to make a call on my cell to investigate what could be a new opportunity. Wow, cautious statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know who lacks vision. If it's me, or the organization. Or maybe I need an organization with vision, so I can get some. Maybe I'll feel better after I'm done with this next book we are putting out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the case may be, I came home today and sent a couple of emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff - I need a contact telephone number for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr align="center" size="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashleigh was giving me a hard time about not posting. My RSS aggregator picked up fifteen new feeds from her this weekend. I didn't post once. So a wave out. Sorry I couldn't make soccer. Glad you won! Sounds like it was a fun weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr align="center" size="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving the new car.  Took it to work today.  I think I'll be a little sad tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a grey day.  Rain is refreshing, but I really feel like I took a hit today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to do some work at home tonight.  It's not going to happen.  I'm going downstairs to my sofa, to cuddle up with Morgan, and listen to the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you all updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14574296-112355302088867384?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112355302088867384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=112355302088867384&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/112355302088867384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/112355302088867384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2005/08/phone-call.html' title='The Phone Call'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-112290909797578086</id><published>2005-08-01T09:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T09:11:38.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS"'&gt;There is something endearing about working on a holiday &amp;#8211; especially a funny one like August long.&amp;nbsp; And especially this one, with the fantastically hot weather we&amp;#8217;ve had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS"'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS"'&gt;You wake up in the morning, and it still &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style='font-style:italic'&gt;feels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; like a weekend.&amp;nbsp; I took a leisurely approach to eating breakfast and making lunch, taking time to stand on the balcony and breathe in the air that&amp;#8217;s been flavored by the sunrise an hour before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS"'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS"'&gt;No traffic.&amp;nbsp; Warm beginnings to a hot day.&amp;nbsp; And at the office &amp;#8211; almost a perfect solitude.&amp;nbsp; Although there are a few people here (just call centre staff, mostly), the rest of the company has been abandoned by the crew for an extra day of play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS"'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS"'&gt;I get so much done on days like this.&amp;nbsp; Part of it is likely that there is nobody to drop anything else on my desk.&amp;nbsp; Part of it is the ownership I feel over my work, being one of the few here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS"'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS"'&gt;The biggest part, though, is tapping into that holiday vibe that still rings through those that are here working. Everyone is very relaxed.&amp;nbsp; Even the boss is in jeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS"'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS"'&gt;It won&amp;#8217;t be a tough day at all.&amp;nbsp; But at the end, everyone here will have crossed a lot of items off their hit list.&amp;nbsp; On any other day, they&amp;#8217;d be exhausted from that kind of performance.&amp;nbsp; But today &amp;#8211; it&amp;#8217;s almost par for the course.&amp;nbsp; We&amp;#8217;ll go home an reclaim what&amp;#8217;s left of the &amp;#8216;long&amp;#8217; weekend, and start our daily grind &amp;#8211; along with our colleagues &amp;#8211; tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS"'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS"'&gt;-R.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14574296-112290909797578086?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112290909797578086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=112290909797578086&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/112290909797578086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/112290909797578086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2005/08/holiday-hours.html' title='Holiday Hours'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-112282935747305550</id><published>2005-07-31T11:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T11:02:37.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Account THIS!</title><content type='html'>I'm done I'm done I'm done! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely caught up.  Well, if you ignore that I should have finished four other courses already this year.  But yes.  For once, I'm starting one, without having shadows of another to tear me off-track or distract me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already got ECON247  planned out.  And I had a pretty good time working in my office this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I need to go see my lovely wife now.  I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sic Itur Ad Astra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14574296-112282935747305550?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112282935747305550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=112282935747305550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/112282935747305550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/112282935747305550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2005/07/account-this.html' title='Account THIS!'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-112265703092080651</id><published>2005-07-29T11:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T19:48:23.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Car For Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="Section1"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;1995 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;Pontiac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt; Sunfire SL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;Sedan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;4-door, Turquoise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;5-speed with 2.2L 140hp engine – GM’s most reliable engine!  Doesn’t burn oil!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;ABS, Dual air bags, front disc/rear drum brakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;New head gasket (1999)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;New clutch (2003)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;Brand new fuel pump (2004)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;Premium Winter tires (Michelin Arctic Alpin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;Highway kms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;Always starts, great in winter, great on gas!  Perfect college student car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;MUST SELL!  $2000CAD OBO.  Buyer responsible for transport, except in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;Calgary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt; where we will deliver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:10;"  &gt;Interested?  Leave a comment or email me at &lt;a href="mailto:jrcaswell.nospam@canada.com"&gt;jrcaswell.nospam@canada.com&lt;/a&gt; (remove ‘nospam’ for it to work)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14574296-112265703092080651?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112265703092080651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=112265703092080651&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/112265703092080651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/112265703092080651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2005/07/car-for-sale.html' title='Car For Sale'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-112255807867046474</id><published>2005-07-28T07:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T07:41:18.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel The Air Conditioning In Your Hair!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS"'&gt;We&amp;#8217;re buying a new car for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font  size=2 face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS"'&gt;Morgan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS"'&gt;!&lt;br&gt; WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!&lt;br&gt; It&amp;#8217;s a 2005 Vibe.&amp;nbsp; Silver.&amp;nbsp; 5-speed.&amp;nbsp; Hot!&lt;br&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Trebuchet MS"'&gt;Morgan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS"'&gt; is very excited that she will have the option to never drive a Sunfire again.&lt;br&gt; I&amp;#8217;m very excited that I will get to drive it sometimes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS";font-style:italic'&gt;Coming soon&amp;#8230;&amp;nbsp; an update on some of the more &amp;#8216;important&amp;#8217; stuff, such as how it went with my counselor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS"'&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=3 face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 12.0pt'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14574296-112255807867046474?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112255807867046474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=112255807867046474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/112255807867046474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/112255807867046474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2005/07/feel-air-conditioning-in-your-hair.html' title='Feel The Air Conditioning In Your Hair!'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-112186651881044765</id><published>2005-07-20T07:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T07:35:21.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pass Interference</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS"'&gt;Flag on the play &amp;#8211; work, pass interference, 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS"'&gt;Okay, so that&amp;#8217;s my bad football analogy.&amp;nbsp; But hey, I&amp;#8217;m not exactly a sports nut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS"'&gt;Absolutely had to work late.&amp;nbsp; So I had to move my appointment.&amp;nbsp; Less than impressed.&amp;nbsp; Thoughts of how I love my job, but not always the organization, play through my head.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I&amp;#8217;ll talk about this on Monday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS"'&gt;Okay, three positive things to make this better:&lt;br&gt; -I love my new home office&lt;br&gt; -The Senate passed the same-sex marriage bill, which is expected to receive Royal Assent later today&lt;br&gt; -The government is pursuing a serious red-tape reduction, automatically granting citizenship to children adopted abroad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS"'&gt;There.&amp;nbsp; That&amp;#8217;s better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=3 face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 12.0pt'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14574296-112186651881044765?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112186651881044765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=112186651881044765&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/112186651881044765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/112186651881044765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2005/07/pass-interference.html' title='Pass Interference'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-112179496800227704</id><published>2005-07-19T11:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T11:42:48.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lend Me An Ear</title><content type='html'>Tonight, I have my long-awaited appointment with a learning counselor, courtesy of my work's EAP. Well, not that long-awaited. It could have been much earlier, but there was vacation to contend with (yes, it could have been earlier than that, too - but let's not go there today).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I was pretty apprehensive, but now I'm really looking forward to it. I have come a long way in indentifying areas of my life which I would like to see improvement, and it will be very refreshing and reassuring to speak to an outsider about it. An outsider that may actually have some tangible advice and guidance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Building catalogue spreads today. This is my favorite part of the book - all the really hard work is done. Now I get to drink tea, cut and paste, and use scissors and markers. As I dedicate the whole day to it, it's an excellent way to relieve workplace-induced stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mission for today: Buy some crayons. Go wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14574296-112179496800227704?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112179496800227704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=112179496800227704&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/112179496800227704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/112179496800227704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2005/07/lend-me-ear.html' title='Lend Me An Ear'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-112171621310636235</id><published>2005-07-18T13:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T13:50:13.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rat Race</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS"'&gt;I have a feeling that this is going to be a very long week, career wise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS"'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS"'&gt;Time-sucking Monday meeting, project changes, new schedules and timelines&amp;#8230;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS"'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS"'&gt;I think the biggest problem is that no one seems to know what we are racing towards!&amp;nbsp; Soon, though, I will be home, and that will be swell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS"'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=2 face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:"Trebuchet MS"'&gt;-R.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;font size=3 face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;span style='font-size: 12.0pt'&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14574296-112171621310636235?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112171621310636235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=112171621310636235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/112171621310636235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/112171621310636235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2005/07/rat-race.html' title='Rat Race'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-112164485280204462</id><published>2005-07-18T12:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T12:07:01.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halls of Learning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This past weekend, I'd been - wait for it - studying for an upcoming exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, really. Like actually &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;studying&lt;/span&gt;. With books and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's for ACCT 250 (Introduction to Management Accounting), which all in all isn't a bad course once you realize it's not just focused on ledgers and financial statements. In fact, it's not at all focused on those things. Although I dispised financial accounting, the content here is inspiring enough to get this math-o-phobe to consider a career as a CMA. Well, it's an option, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to move the exam (surprise), as I wasn't ready for it the first go-around. I was supposed to write before we left on our vacation. So, $90 later (oy), the exam was moved. I think it's this week, though it might be next. I'm thinking Friday, because I knew I didn't have two full weekends to finish everything up. And although I didn't get as much accomplished this weekend as I would have liked to, I'll be in fine shape for the exam - even though I should really confirm when it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will feel amazing to get this over with. I made a pledge earlier this year to complete something like nine or ten courses. Obviously we're a little far from that. Man, what a dolt I have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have realized that I am committed to my program and seeing it through. Maybe I wasn't ready for it? A lame excuse, I suppose - but best I can come up with. That, and fear of failure. Which I'll discuss with my learning counsellor on Tuesday. Though, it's the first appointment, and that may not even come up yet. I'm really not sure. And for once, I'm okay with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always known I can do this. Where was my motivation misplaced? I don't know how to answer that, but I know it's back now. In fact, in nearly every aspect of my life, it has surfaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan painted my office this weekend. Great, refreshing zen green colour. In darker corners of the room, it looks almost steely, with touches of blue. Which is great. I either wanted zen or obnoxiously bright and fresh. In the end, I'm very glad it is not metallic yellow. She also moved the furniture - it's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Back to work (lunch breaks are too short). And future success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-R.&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/14574296-112164485280204462?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112164485280204462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=112164485280204462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/112164485280204462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/112164485280204462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2005/07/halls-of-learning.html' title='Halls of Learning'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14574296.post-112163783889986199</id><published>2005-07-18T07:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T12:08:05.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A new blog; part of a fresh start. When I have time, my Xanga site will soon dissapear. And then everyone can read this and subscribe and comment. True internet journalisim? Maybe not. Freedom? A little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've changed today. It's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Found the RSS settings. Feed is &lt;a href="http://robcaz.blogspot.com/atom.xml"&gt;robcaz.blogspot.com/atom.xml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're like me, and would have trouble finding it.  Also a link on the side.&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/14574296-112163783889986199?l=robcaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/feeds/112163783889986199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14574296&amp;postID=112163783889986199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/112163783889986199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14574296/posts/default/112163783889986199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robcaz.blogspot.com/2005/07/new.html' title='New!'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07732816247433981504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_h3firMt8u0U/R3sFphDEEfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ORa_SXjluA4/S220/2004_0207Image0028.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
