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First-Ever Full Face Transplant...

BRITISH experts today welcomed the news that a team in Spain has performed the world's first full face transplant.

More than 30 medics carried out the operation at Barcelona's Vall d'Hebron University Hospita.

The patient was unable to breathe, swallow or speak properly before the surgery and relied on artificial equipment.

New facial muscles, skin, nose, lips, jaw, teeth, palate and cheekbones in the 24-hour operation, which was performed on March 20.

"This is the first full face transplant performed worldwide, as the 10 operations performed previously had been only partial."

The operation included the transplant of the entire facial skin and muscles, nose, lips, maxilla (upper jaw), palate, all teeth, cheekbones, and the mandible (lower jaw).

In the first part of the operation, the soft parts of the face, including veins and arteries, were extracted before firmer tissue was removed.

The final part of the surgery involved transplanting bones and connecting nerves to the new face.

Read more: http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/2944094/First-ever-full-face-transplant.html#ixzz0lvdgYlR1

Uncle Bob Exposes Himself???

I was advised not to show this picture as I would be "outing" myself. What am I Ellen?? Elton John??? The BeeGees? Anyway, Bob's idea of don't ask don't tell is to ignore that chunk floating around in his soup.

So, Who is Uncle Bob? No clear picture has been available to date. So...in this photo I declare, Bob. (Uncle Bob is in the middle).

Monday April 12th was the 2010 STL Cardinals HomeOpener. Other than honeymoon and maybe a trip to Cabo, Uncle Bob and little brother have gone to HomeOpeners for 10+ years.

In this photo Uncle Bob also for the first time shows a picuture of his daughter. She is on the left and looks like her Mother, Mrs. Uncle Bob. Sadly I cannot come up w/a catchy name like Mrs. Uncle Bob for her, so I'll call her "Lea".

"Lea" goes to school in STL, I'm sure I have mentioned in previous posts. I act as though this is the first time I have shared "Lea"'s existence in my world, but it is, well, my world. "Lea" has been going to school in STL now for 2 straight quaters with nothing but A's. She lives down in the loft district down from her school and 15 minutes from the ballpark!!

Ozzie Smith longtime Cardinal shortstop (for those of you like Mrs. Uncle Bob that is the position bewtween 2nd and 3rd base) and he recently opened up a sports bar 2-4 blocks down from "Lea's" place. So after the game, 5-0 Redbird victory, a Big Red W, we went down for supper.

Ozzie was there signing autographs, we each got a couple, including the special H.O.F. '02--which means Hall of Fame 2002, the year he was inducted.

Uncle Bob is reluctant to have his picture taken, especially when not having the time to fix his hair. But Bob is a trooper and agreed to the photo.

Mr. Smith acknowledged a following of Uncle Bob's Take and insisted on a photo of Uncle Bob and "Lea"; soon to be on display at the restaurnat.

I can't deny I live a very special life. One week at the Masters, limo rides, Tiger, etal. The next week Cardinal HomeOpener with little Brother, spending time with "Lea", meeting the Wizard, Ozzie Smith, his autograth, pictures on so forth.

Uncle Bob's Take: None of Bob's experiences mean nothing without "Lea" or little Brother, or Mrs. Uncle Bob, or his Little Buddies. For their own good Uncle Bob is relucant to "out" Mom and Dad, whom without, Uncle Bob would not be. Uncle Bob surrounds himself with good people. They are what make's Bob's life special, not the superficial parts to Bob's life.

Mile High or High Mileage ???

Uncle Bob recently revealed that he'd spent time with Eldrick Woods down at the Masters. Bob joked about Mr. Woods and he working on our putting. At night. But what Bob didn't tell was he traveling experience.

Uncle Bob took this pix of the lady next to him on the flight. Three sheets to wind, constantly muttering somthing about "Bubba don't know what he got".

Uncle Bob may have to got back to flying coach if this type of harassment continues.

Bend over and Grab Thy Ankles (It's April 15th)

“Republicans believe every day is the Fourth of July, but the democrats believe every day is April 15.” Ronald Reagan

Tax Day is a dreaded deadline for millions, but for nearly half of U.S. households it's simply somebody else's problem.

About 47 percent will pay no federal income taxes at all for 2009, according to projections by the Tax Policy Center, a Washington research organization.

We have a tax system that exempts almost half the country from paying for programs that benefit everyone, including national defense, public safety, infrastructure and education.

We have 50 percent of people who are getting something for nothing.

Uncle Bob's Take from last year no different this year:


Let me tell you how it will be; There's one for you, nineteen for me.

Cause I’m the taxman.

Should five per cent appear too small, Be thankful I don't take it all.

Cause I’m the taxman.

If you drive a car-I’ll tax the street
If you try to sit– I’ll tax your seat
If you get too cold– I’ll tax the heat
If you take a walk- I'll tax your feet.

Don't ask me what I want it for, If you don't want to pay some more.

Cause I’m the taxman.

Now my advice for those who die, Declare the pennies on your eyes.

Cause I’m the taxman,.

And you're working for no one but me.

Mrs. Uncle Bob & Mrs. Tiger Woods

What do Mrs. Uncle Bob and Mrs Tiger Woods have in common?

Both had their husbands on the loose this past weekend at the Masters. Right on. Right on. Right on. No Bill Clinton didn't join us. The HornDog-In-Chief can't have a rep of hanging out with Uncle Bob and Tiger, Bob just likes what the image conjures up in the imagination of the conversation.

Via an insurance company promotion Uncle Bob was part of a "no spouses" trip to the Masters. Hubba Hubba.

Bob was privildged to join 11 other male insurance agents and one female on an all expenses paid trip to visit Augusta National. Bob walked the hallowed grounds of Augusta on Friday, sharing time and wisdom w/Mr. Woods. If you call, "You Da Man" words of wisdom.

Limo rides and every whim and need being caterd too is a rough life. That was for Uncle Bob. Not sure, but presume Tiger was treated equally as well. Undoubtedly when Bob rolled out of the limo there were disappointed folks.

But that is where any comparisons end. For Uncle Bob came home to a loving wife who missed him very much. Or Bob presumes. And Uncle Bob missed Mrs. Uncle Bob.

Uncle Bob's Take: For every Uncle Bob there is an even greater Mrs. Uncle Bob.

Did I mention it was during our 9th Wedding Anniversary? We agreed to another year.