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cliquot</category><category>victoria</category><category>virgin</category><category>visa</category><category>vogue</category><category>vulnerability</category><category>weapons of mass destruction</category><category>weather</category><category>workout</category><category>world toilet day</category><category>yes</category><title>Eternal Ramblings of a Confused Mind</title><description></description><link>http://rselander.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Robb)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>455</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18416819.post-1629002856095368020</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Nov 2025 21:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2025-11-28T13:06:45.657-08:00</atom:updated><title>Is good Writing Becoming a Crime?</title><atom:summary type="text">Most people don&#39;t know this, but I went back to school
about a year ago to pursue a degree in medical lab sciences. I kept it to
myself until now, mainly because I had no idea how it would go or how I would
adapt to the study, paper, and exam routine. It turns out, I have adapted
surprisingly well. After a year, my GPA is at 3.9. It would be 4.0, but I only
got an 89% in precalculus. So far, the </atom:summary><link>http://rselander.blogspot.com/2025/11/i-good-writing-becoming-crime.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Robb)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18416819.post-7055793700385263593</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Nov 2024 20:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2024-11-12T12:52:22.700-08:00</atom:updated><title>The 2024 election and me</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp;The election was a week ago today. And since then, I have
been feeling depressed, scared, sad, and so many other emotions. I have spent
the past few days checking in on some friends while avoiding others. I have also
seen posts on social media from people who don’t understand our emotions. Well,
I can’t speak for anyone else, but I can tell you my story and how this impacts
me.

When I was </atom:summary><link>http://rselander.blogspot.com/2024/11/the-2024-election-and-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Robb)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18416819.post-5195543083136206967</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 May 2020 15:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2020-05-15T08:50:34.052-07:00</atom:updated><title>Dizzy Blonde</title><atom:summary type="text">


A few weeks ago, the hearing in my left ear went down by 40
decibels. Adjusting to that has been challenging, especially as life starts
moving from staying at home to venturing out into public spaces. At home, I have
some control over the sounds in the house. If the washer is too loud for me, I
can go to my room for some quiet. This past Monday, we went out to dinner for
the first time since </atom:summary><link>http://rselander.blogspot.com/2020/05/dizzy-blonde.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Robb)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18416819.post-1099185441398489288</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2020 17:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2020-05-03T10:24:53.889-07:00</atom:updated><title>My Newest Adventure</title><atom:summary type="text">


I had always thought hearing loss would be a slow, gradual
dialing down of the volume to an ever-increasing silence. That’s why, when I
woke up last Saturday with loud ringing and pressure in my left ear, hearing
loss was not even on my radar. I assumed it was sinus related. I’ve had
horrific sinus issues for years, and six weeks ago, I had surgery to
reconstruct my shattered septum, which </atom:summary><link>http://rselander.blogspot.com/2020/05/my-newest-adventure.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Robb)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18416819.post-1150965658105324605</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Feb 2018 22:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2018-02-12T14:37:13.222-08:00</atom:updated><title>The C Word</title><atom:summary type="text">
Last April, I was having allergy issues. I was on my way
into work with a sore throat, cough and my sinuses feeling like an over-inflated
balloon. I have had those attacks before and, knowing the process and
progression, made an appointment with the doctor. It was during the drive to
the doctor that I discovered the lump. It was tiny, in the soft part of my neck
just under where the jawbone </atom:summary><link>http://rselander.blogspot.com/2018/02/the-c-word.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Robb)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18416819.post-6024003948907630603</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Oct 2017 02:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-10-10T08:21:04.955-07:00</atom:updated><title>Vanishing Rights</title><atom:summary type="text">

So yesterday, I got into an argument with someone about what
is happening with rights here in America. Gay rights, women’s rights, etc., and
I was basically shut down and told that this is America and rights don’t just
get taken away. I was told this isn’t a Muslim country and it couldn’t and
wouldn’t happen here. But here’s the thing… It is. Happening. Here. 



On Friday, October 6, Health </atom:summary><link>http://rselander.blogspot.com/2017/10/vanishing-rights.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Robb)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18416819.post-2378697122690325207</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Mar 2017 13:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-03-18T07:25:56.405-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Long Goodbye</title><atom:summary type="text">

My friends, family and anyone who reads this blog knows I
have a challenging relationship with my mom. My mom is a person who, for
whatever reason, has chosen to fill her life with anger and resentment. For the
past thirty years, I have tried reasoning, arguing, pushing, distancing and
incorporating every communication model and method I could get my hands on. Nothing changed except my levels </atom:summary><link>http://rselander.blogspot.com/2017/03/the-long-goodbye.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Robb)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18416819.post-7338853683683094317</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jan 2017 03:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-01-21T20:15:23.199-08:00</atom:updated><title>Saying Yes... Again... </title><atom:summary type="text">

March 7, 2009. I wrote and published a blog post titled Just Say Yes.You can read the post for yourself if you like, but basically it was
about the decision to say yes to possibilities.
At some point, I moved away from saying yes and moved toward maybe or perhaps
later. From there it was only a matter of time until I heard myself saying no
and then later, I can’t. I have said I can’t so many </atom:summary><link>http://rselander.blogspot.com/2017/01/saying-yes-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Robb)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18416819.post-8864902698629028298</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Nov 2016 15:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-11-12T07:07:01.057-08:00</atom:updated><title>My Unwanted Reality</title><atom:summary type="text">

The shock of the election results is slowly fading away and I find
myself moving from a place of disbelief and disappointment to outright anger. I
am not angry that Hillary lost, I am angry that Trump won. There are other
republicans I wouldn’t have minded so much. I have watched this election bring
out the worst in so many people. So many people I love and call family. I have
tried to stay out</atom:summary><link>http://rselander.blogspot.com/2016/11/my-reality.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Robb)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18416819.post-8515669742133033074</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Mar 2016 15:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2016-03-25T12:34:37.453-07:00</atom:updated><title>I Don&#39;t Belong Here</title><atom:summary type="text">

A few days ago, a
dream of mine came true. After over a year of planning, conversations,
preparation and dreaming, I was finally holding the first leadership workshop
under my own company. I sat in the room, with a small group of people, all of
whom had paid to be there for six weeks, two and a half hours each week, fifteen
hours in total, and I was the person they were all looking to as the </atom:summary><link>http://rselander.blogspot.com/2016/03/i-dont-belong-here.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Robb)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18416819.post-6784740870805067690</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2015 20:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-12-18T12:04:06.327-08:00</atom:updated><title>A Different View</title><atom:summary type="text">

Life with Jack means seeing things through his eyes. It is
sometimes easy for John and I to forget that he has gone through so much in his
life, many things we will probably never know about. That means that Jack sees
things differently than a lot of other children his age. John and I were confronted
with that about two weeks ago. He loves music and so I decided to take my old
iPhone and fill </atom:summary><link>http://rselander.blogspot.com/2015/12/a-different-view.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Robb)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18416819.post-7002639928133568562</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Dec 2015 16:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-12-18T12:04:22.795-08:00</atom:updated><title>Three Weeks With Jack</title><atom:summary type="text">

Three weeks ago today, we met Jack and brought him home. I
can’t think of a time I have been more nervous, scared, excited and happy. So
many questions. What type of personality did he have? Would we like him? Would
he like us? Would we get along? Would our lives fill up with drama and fights
and power-struggles? Would he be mean to the dogs? Would he throw things and
break them? Would he bond </atom:summary><link>http://rselander.blogspot.com/2015/12/three-weeks-with-jack.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Robb)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18416819.post-3787844710873802847</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Nov 2015 04:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-11-27T20:34:37.684-08:00</atom:updated><title>And Then There Was Jack</title><atom:summary type="text">

It has been a week since we met Jack and our lives have been
turned upside-down, inside-out, pushed sideways and ties into knots, all in the
best possible way. He has filled up an emptiness I didn’t realize was there.
Yes, I wanted to be a dad, but I really didn’t expect it to be like this. It’s
one of those things that now that I am in it, I don’t even remember what I
expected. The house is </atom:summary><link>http://rselander.blogspot.com/2015/11/and-then-there-was-jack.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Robb)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18416819.post-4531612944980041455</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Aug 2015 13:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-08-11T06:53:01.374-07:00</atom:updated><title>A New Old Journey</title><atom:summary type="text">

Several years ago, I stumbled into the world of leadership development
and coaching, thanks to my friend Sytske. A mutual friend of ours suggested we
have a cup of coffee as Sytske wanted a bit of advice on her business and
thought I might be able to help her a little. What was supposed to be just a
cup of coffee, ended up changing my life and that change is still happening
today. We ended up </atom:summary><link>http://rselander.blogspot.com/2015/08/a-new-journey.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Robb)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18416819.post-1869516930215310473</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Jul 2015 16:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-07-21T10:11:16.729-07:00</atom:updated><title>Time for a Change</title><atom:summary type="text">

I love it when people have opinions, thoughts and beliefs
that are different from mine. I enjoy being able to have healthy conversations
that explore the world around us while exchanging views, ideas and beliefs.
Unfortunately, so many people are not interested in the conversation, they are
interested in being right, having the one right view, the one right belief and
have no interest in </atom:summary><link>http://rselander.blogspot.com/2015/07/time-for-change.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Robb)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18416819.post-2718294319634220905</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 May 2015 19:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-05-11T12:49:06.473-07:00</atom:updated><title>Mother&#39;s Day 2015</title><atom:summary type="text">

Yesterday was Mother’s Day. I spent
days debating with myself whether or not I should call my mom. Each time I call
or stop by, I always hope that maybe that time will be different, maybe
something will have changed, maybe she’ll have some sort of break-through. It
usually ends up the same way and even if all goes really well, it is as though
the countdown to disaster has begun. It is only a </atom:summary><link>http://rselander.blogspot.com/2015/05/mothers-day-2015.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Robb)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18416819.post-2877738008382369151</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 May 2015 20:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-05-07T13:58:13.275-07:00</atom:updated><title>Detour Through My Mind...</title><atom:summary type="text">

I recently realized something new about my brain and how it works. It
is something that has led to me and other people being frustrated. I didn&#39;t
figure it out until fairly recently and haven&#39;t written about it yet because,
well, I forgot. 



And that is the issue. &amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t actually forget things. As far as I know, I haven’t actually forgotten anything
at all. Just a few weeks ago a </atom:summary><link>http://rselander.blogspot.com/2015/05/detour-through-my-mind.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Robb)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18416819.post-3197283483927194014</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 May 2015 16:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-05-01T09:19:27.415-07:00</atom:updated><title>A Bit Further Down The Road</title><atom:summary type="text">

I can’t believe we have past the halfway point of the foster
and adoption classes. Only four left to go and it seems to be flying by. The
classes have been quite heavy at times, talking about all sort of horrible
things that children go through and trying to get at least something of an
understanding as to what it must be like to have to leave everything behind,
take only what you can fit into </atom:summary><link>http://rselander.blogspot.com/2015/05/a-bit-further-down-road.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Robb)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18416819.post-6352399203441141510</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Apr 2015 23:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-04-09T17:19:39.817-07:00</atom:updated><title>Class Time</title><atom:summary type="text">

John and I had our first class on fostering and adopting a
couple of weeks ago. It was quite a bit different than what I expected. As
silly as it sounds, I kind of had the image of a small group of us all sitting
around in a circle on comfy chairs, maybe on the floor cuddling over-sized pillows while drinking a flavored coffee. Typing this now, it
seems I had imagined more of a Lamaze class. 

</atom:summary><link>http://rselander.blogspot.com/2015/04/class-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Robb)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18416819.post-6842849157134617081</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Mar 2015 03:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-03-21T19:52:16.882-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Next Big Step</title><atom:summary type="text">

I have wanted to be a dad
since I was in my mid-twenties. It was something I pretty much kept to myself
as that was time when gay men weren’t fathers. It was something I wanted and
knew I would never have. Like living on the Starship Enterprise or traveling
through time.



When I was married to
Ulco, we talked about adopting someday and as happens, life gets in the way. I
also liked being </atom:summary><link>http://rselander.blogspot.com/2015/03/the-next-big-step.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Robb)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18416819.post-8040270228121235009</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Mar 2015 03:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-03-20T20:52:55.925-07:00</atom:updated><title>Getting Shaved</title><atom:summary type="text">


Just over a week ago, I had my head shaved. I had
done it many times before, but this time, things felt very different. I shaved
my head for the St. Baldricks Foundation, to raise money for childhood cancer
research. I heard about the organization and the event just a couple of weeks
before it would all take place. I knew I didn’t have much time and I also knew
that I had to be involved. I </atom:summary><link>http://rselander.blogspot.com/2015/03/getting-shaved.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Robb)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18416819.post-8425559394013979450</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Jan 2015 17:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-01-21T09:51:43.404-08:00</atom:updated><title>My So-Called Lifestyle</title><atom:summary type="text">

There has
been quite a bit of talk about the gay agenda and the gay lifestyle lately and
so, always being one to jump on a bandwagon, I decided to chime in. As I have a
lot of friends who do not live a gay lifestyle, I am going to take a few
minutes to describe mine, so they too can live one if they so choose. Since a
lifestyle is a choice, I think it only fair that my straight friends have all</atom:summary><link>http://rselander.blogspot.com/2015/01/my-so-called-lifestyle.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Robb)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18416819.post-5977550217338911133</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2015 03:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-01-18T19:22:07.235-08:00</atom:updated><title>Freedom of Speech</title><atom:summary type="text">

“With great power comes great responsibility” – Voltaire



Like so many people, I have been watching the news,
horrified at the events in Paris. I watched the news reports, read the articles
and opinion pieces while wondering what kind of world we live in in which these
types of things seem to happen with frightening regularity. After the initial
shock wore off, I started thinking about it a </atom:summary><link>http://rselander.blogspot.com/2015/01/freedom-of-speech.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Robb)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18416819.post-2426353793842233563</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Jan 2015 16:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2015-01-15T18:03:22.187-08:00</atom:updated><title>Relationships… Revisited</title><atom:summary type="text">

In November 2013, I wrote about relationships. I never
showed this to anyone before now.

I have been spending a lot of time thinking about
relationships. Well, my relationships at least. I am enjoying being single at
the moment. It gives me the opportunity to focus on my family and spend a lot
of time with my niece and nephews. A friend of mine pointed out that being
single right now lets me </atom:summary><link>http://rselander.blogspot.com/2015/01/relationships-revisited.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Robb)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18416819.post-8985579838569336704</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Nov 2014 06:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-11-24T22:26:42.041-08:00</atom:updated><title>Two Lives</title><atom:summary type="text">

For the last few years, I’ve been thinking a lot about life,
the things that happen in our lives and how we respond to them. This has really
been ramped up in the past few weeks due to heated discussions with my mom and
the subsequent letters she decided to write my sister and I. I have spent a lot
of time wondering why my mom is the way she is and why I am not like that. We
both had difficult </atom:summary><link>http://rselander.blogspot.com/2014/11/two-lives.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Robb)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>