I like to cruise through the news websites for updates on the world.  Occasionally, I run across something that I want to share.  For instance, like the Puppy Printing Press or Vampires Terrorizing South America. Here’s a news item that my wife pointed out to me from Yahoo! News.  I have to say that I didn’t believe it until I read the article.

It’s about a Chinese man named Chen Fuchao and his attempt to kill himself. [Read Column]

It’s time to start the international LuckyRob.com advertising campaign.  I’d like to top 50 visitors a day.  Um … maybe I should set that goal a little higher.  I’d like to top 50 visitors a second.  Yeah!  That’s much better.  So in order to meet such a lofty goal, I’ve been meeting with a team of strategic advisors to properly brand my website while targeting my ideal demographic.

Here are the design proposals that I’m considering for mass dissemination all over the planet … in particular Green Bay, Wisconsin and Xugian Province, China.  I’m huge there. [Read Column]

My wife snores.  My dog snores.  My baby snores.

We all sleep in the same room.

I’ll even take it a step further – her dad, her sister, her brother 1, her brother 2, and even her brother-in-law all snore.  Every single one. The only member of her family that did not snore was her mum, who had to sneak out in the middle of the night to sleep on the couch in the living room just to get some rest.

I’m not sure if its a Vietnamese thing, but its one of the unifying traits of that half of my family.  Snoring, horrible, terrible snoring.  I want to be clear here as well … its not the soft, gentle purring of a light slumber.  Its not just heavy breathing.  Hell no.  This sounds like the hollow, dry, rattling sounds of slow asphyxiation like someone is pulling their spinal cord through their nose with a pair of grip pliers.

I’ve had plenty of time to think about this after hundreds of hours of lying in the dark, staring at the ceiling, listening to my 90 pound wife snore like a lumberjack. [Read Column]

Growing Up Oklahoma: Part 1

My great grandpa had the house built right at the turn of the century when our little town was no more than a fledgling idea.  It was a simple house.  I coulda swore it was the biggest house in town.  It was a two story box with a stone front porch.  The kind just right for a wooden swing and a glass of ice tea.  About a dozen bikes in various states of rust were stacked on the other side.  The backyard was wild, my Granma didn’t have the mind for yard work.  Mowing the front section so the neighbors didn’t holler was all she was up to.

My Granma was not one of them soft grannies, she was a woman of the Depression.  Living in Oklahoma, she never really knew who or what caused it so much.  Her daddy was a postal carrier, one of the few folks in town that had a car, and he had a job through the worst times, thanks be to God as she’d say.  Still she had learned to live lean and had started working at an early age … and had never stopped. [Read Column]

RobCast – 5/11/2009

Featured Guest: Johnnie [21:31]

Topics: The Proposal

A very special edition of the RobCast.

One of my best friends decided to pop the Big Question to his long time girlfriend. So … I did some Googling to come up with some inventive ways to ask for her hand in marriage. He’s going to Disney World in Orlando. Here’s our conversation …

Enjoy!

By the way, she said Yes.

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