By the title you probably expect something about listening to the Break Room. Sure, I’d love you to do that and do it often. However, what I mean is listen to the people you are speaking with. It’s easy to check e-mail, take a shit, watch TV all why talking to someone on the phone. We all do it and we all miss crucial nuggets in a conversation. Think about the time you told someone something really BIG and they respond with a half-hearted grunt. You heart sinks and you feel like a fool that you were all excited to tell the person your bit of “earth shattering” news, then you hear …the toilet flush.

I had a similar experience the other day. Jennae gave birth to our third son Jameson Brady Moran on Tuesday March 11th at 3:11 in the morning. We were excited, but concerned over his breathing. The medical professionals tried to reassure us, but we kept pointing out our concerns. Short story, he ended up in the NICU under an oxygen tent. We were calling close family members to update them on his status and to get some reassurance from the ones who will love him as much as we do.

Today’s cell phones are great, you can update social networking statuses, e-mail, watch TV and umm, oh yeah, make calls from them. Mine nearly exploded on Jameson’s birthday and the battery eventually died. I did not have my charger at the hospital, so to call another family member, I used Jennae’s phone.

The family member answered their phone thinking it was Jennae, because her cell number popped up on caller ID. I said, “No it’s Bill.” “Oh, hi Bill, I thought it was Jennae.” I said, “I am using her cell phone, because my batteries dead.” Family member, “DEAD!? WHAT?! DEAD? THE BABY IS DEAD” OH MY GOD! OH, OH, OH, I NEED TO SIT DOWN…WHAT…WHAT _ DEAD…” Finally I can get a word in edgewise and explain it’s my cell phone battery, not my son that is dead! Then I explain that Jameson was in NICU and the panic sets back in…it was like an SNL skit.

Jameson is doing much better and so is the family member who does not listen well. When I talked to the family member today, they told me that yesterdays exhibit of bad listening skills ruined their day. The person cancelled plans they were so shook up, all because they didn’t listen well. Pull your head out of your ass and listen, really listen…it could save you a lot of headaches.

Please, oh please tell me the crap I’ve been hearing, is false.  Rumor, spun in my direction, has it you may be on your way out?   What, in gods name, will all the people, of limited sanity that use your show as their personal brainfart dumping ground, do?  My god the world is a cruel and unusual place, but to possibly lose the one and only bastien of hope in Rochester, why the thought simply sickens me.  Please hold whilest I vomit.  WOW, was that ever delicious.  By the way, never eat a k’nish and drink Bark’s root beer together.  To sum this up,  I pray that this is all just a bunch of childish balderdash that’s been crapped out of some punk fag, PT Cruiser driving, snuggy not havin, B. Rob never listening, Aztec owning,  never gone to balls.com,  DOME POLISHER!  Cuz, if it’s true then my radio shall be used to kill me in the bathtub.  A day without Brain Robinson is like a day without my slap chop and who wants to live in a world like that?

Look how swollen my un broken fingers are!

Today the cast was removed.

Cast-less hand. Looks like an old man's hand...I guess it really is!

It was recommended I have brace put on, I declined. However, I do have my pinky “buddy bandaged” to my ring finger.

We all have been told ‘it’s what is on the inside that counts.’ I guess that’s true ’cause when the insides are broken…it HURTS! Here’s a look at some of my insides.

We like to go “grass roots” when we raise money. It’s just us and you! We put people on street corners with home made signs begging for money and you give! Thank you! It is a very unconvential fund raising method, some people do not give because they do not believe it is legit. It is! And some of the Break Room faithful, Pat Duffy, Toothless Eddie, Willie Lightfoot, Carl the Bills Fan, and listener Cathy with her family, stood freezing in various parts of town with their home made signs for about 3 hours and with very little pre-promotion raised close to $875! Thank you, thank you, thank you! We have the best listeners.

Cathy's home made sign

Toothless Eddie and his home made sign in the Break Room

Your cash donations turned into a money order for Intervol

This Viking post game celebration made me laugh! Larry Platt, the 62 yr. old guy, who did “Pants on the Ground” on American Idol, just got a bump (as if he needed it) from another guy who is too old for Idol. " width="undefined" height="undefined" wmode="transparent" /]

Call 222-6000 and say it like you mean it to win one for yourself!!!

B Rob displays the back of the shirt. (Photo credit to Al Wahls)

Now he’d like to come visit the show…

My favorite beverage at my favorite bar, Thirsty's.

I knew Arthur Guinness was B-R-I-L-L-I-A-N-T! But, I had no idea just how BRILLIANT! He invented time travel! No really!

The above picture is of the time travel potion, also know as Guinness. This beauty was poured by one of my favorite bar tenders and a favorite person, B.C. at Thirsty’s. I swallowed this concoction and about 4 others and the next thing I knew I was waking up in my bed at and it was 6:30PM! This picture was taken at 1:33PM, I leaped through time! Granted it was only about 5 hours, but can you do that? Not with out the help of Arthur Guinness and his dark magic potion! Hell, I am thinking about drinking a bunch and leaping forward to Christmas Day just to see what I am going to get. That way I will know how to act when opening specific gifts, reaction is everything on Christmas Day.

One gift you may consider is an 18 pack of Guinness . Yes it’s delicious and now you know it is magical. Imagine the power of time travel! Oh, side effects include loss of memory, nausea, pissed of spouse, upset stomach, diarrhea , crying children, vomiting and excessive sleepiness. Arthur Guinness was B-R-I-L-L-I-A-N-T!

It’s the most wonderful time of the year. Last week our oldest son Jackson was hospitalized for long term EEG monitoring of his brain and three days later the worst was ruled out. It’s the most wonderful time of the year.

Today was our younger son Jordan’s turn. Jordan has severe food allergies. Severe is a strong word, but appropriate. Jordan is allergic to milk, soy, soy lethicin and a lot of other crap that goes into creating our food. Read the labels on foods and you’ll see what a challenge it is to feed Jordan, but we (really his mother) have and well. His mother, Jennae, even makes him special desserts, so the guy never feels left out at parties or celebrations.

Lately he has been complaining that his stomach hurts after eating, despite taking a host of medicine to help control his severe acid reflux. Back to the specialist, then back to the hospital for an endoscopy. Jordan’s third of his life. How many parents have pictures of the inside of their kid’s esophagus and stomach? We have a photo albums worth. As expected Jordan’s is abnormal.

The new photos show that Jordan’s esophagus tissue is thickening because of the reflux, there are also abscesses, and where most people’s esophagus is smooth, his has little bumps. The doctor took seven biopsies and doesn’t want to say much about what she saw until the results of the biopsies are back. Some presents you can not wait to tear into, others you hesitate. It is the most wonderful time of the year, right?

It is the most wonderful time of the year! It’s busy and rushed, a great distraction. I study, or attempt to study, Buddhist philosophy and find the teachings to be of great help to keep “present,” not easy to do when the “what ifs” and the “what the fucks” sneak in. However, when my attempt to stay “present” fails, I tear into my other favorite presents, Guinness and Jameson. (Pardon me while I take a CHUG!) Then I come back to the moment.

In the moment I remember, we’re all here and these are some good times. Jordan was cracking jokes with the anesthesiologist, even blew the doc’s weak joke which was, “What do you call a pig that knows karate?” Jordan blurted out “A pork chop!” Plus, there is snow to ski, sled and pummel each other. My buddy Tommy always makes me laugh, especially when he awkwardly calls to see how we’re doing. Jennae, who is 7 months pregnant , makes the holidays great no matter what is going on around us and she has the perfect egg-nog to brandy ratio! Yeah, it IS the most wonderful time of the year!

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As you are shopping for the “hard to get for man” on your list, (there is no such thing!); think local and buy him a case of Genny!

Big Ass Genny

Our oldest son Jackson has been having a series of odd “spells.” That sounds like what your relatives say when 90 year-old Great Aunt Millie does a swan dive into her buternut squash soup at Christmas dinner, “Pick Aunt Millie out of her soup and BE CAREFUL OF HER WIG, she’s had one of her spells again!”

Jackson has been falling a sleep, mid-sentence and can not be woken up and it’s not for lack of trying. The kid is out! Cold! He is a typically active nine year-old boy who sleeps for an average of nine to nine and a half hours a day, so what the…that’s what the doctors want to find out!

Last night we kept him up all night, he went strong ’till 4 AM, then I got him up made him touch his toes a few times and walk around, but had to let him sleep a little at 5. The idea was not to torture him, but he had to sleep during his EEG test this morning. Try being nine, having all this hooked to your head and being told, “Go to sleep!” He did and we’ll get the results later in the week.

Jeannette and the Dick

That’s Marc, Luke, Ryan and Alex.  The D&C has got a blog about them too at http://blogs.democratandchronicle.com/fa…

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