<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985433709700663361</id><updated>2009-10-13T08:31:05.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing with the devil</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>hammermachine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12738114909284356335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985433709700663361.post-6613197296612731694</id><published>2009-01-24T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:13:32.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard times....</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 10"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CAnthony%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman";} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I must be missing something. For the economy to recover and grow, it needs people to buy stuff…consume goods, products and services. All businesses are feeling the crunch. So what do they do? Lay workers off. So is someone who just got canned going to spend money? No they will tighten up and spend less, which is the complete opposite of what the economy needs right now. WTF! We are in a vicious circle and business is not helping. This past week my company laid off a bout twelve people statewide, not a lot but in some stores that was three to five people. These are highly trained people who the company has invested countless hours training. Now we have to do more work with less talent in the stores….WTF! My store lost Dominika a very bright, capable part time employee who wanted/ needed a full time position. Then this week my company spent hundreds of thousands of dollars for its annual national sales meeting. Flying thousands of mgrs, paying for hotels, transport and of course, guest speakers. Now granted they had already budgeted for the meeting, but how could you do that after cutting people’s jobs. It isn’t fair; it’s stupid and very counterproductive. There are times business does not make any sense to me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3985433709700663361-6613197296612731694?l=crushedbymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/feeds/6613197296612731694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3985433709700663361&amp;postID=6613197296612731694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/6613197296612731694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/6613197296612731694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/2009/01/hard-times.html' title='Hard times....'/><author><name>hammermachine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12738114909284356335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05610076085427507842'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985433709700663361.post-5221614999208283761</id><published>2008-12-07T01:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T01:23:09.272-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Why are we here? I mean out of the known universe the only life to be found is here, a seemingly rare commodity. A gift, some say. We are alone as far as anyone can tell or prove. So I ask you what do we do? Spend too much time struggling to survive by doing things that really don’t mean shit in the long run. We work, play, love and die to what end? So we could be a passing flicker of light out a passing car window? For the majority of us in a few years what will be left of us but dusty records in some outdated data base or hopefully a fond memory in our friends and families minds. I don’t know, I’d always hoped being a adult was more than what’s currently happening, I don’t know what I expected but this doesn’t seem like it. Maybe it was and has always been like this. Maybe this is exactly how it all supposes to be and it is working out according to some grand unseen plan. Maybe I’m just talking shit. I don’t know anymore. That’s the problem with being the smartest animal on the planet we think too much, you don’t see other animals thinking about their place in the sun. They just do what they need to and drive on until their end comes. Maybe being the smartest animal on the planet isn’t the best thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3985433709700663361-5221614999208283761?l=crushedbymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/feeds/5221614999208283761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3985433709700663361&amp;postID=5221614999208283761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/5221614999208283761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/5221614999208283761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/2008/12/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>hammermachine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12738114909284356335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05610076085427507842'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985433709700663361.post-5548685345217457570</id><published>2008-08-19T07:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T07:55:00.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheelin again (the sequal)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/SKrCSaZbJ8I/AAAAAAAAAMI/ZyDJB2iM00c/s1600-h/20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236211138351015874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/SKrCSaZbJ8I/AAAAAAAAAMI/ZyDJB2iM00c/s320/20.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We (the club) finally got to do some wheeling this past Sunday, it was planned to be a full fun day, wheeling and then go enter a car show. WTF! So we met and had a new member (prospect) show up with his 1987(?) Suzuki Jeep all redone resto with huge mudders. It was a bad ass bitch, he only got stuck once. The rest of our small club soon showed, one full sized Bronco, a 4runner (with SFA), a Jeep, a Montero, and my Blazer. I think our club has a good mix of vehicles. Once assembled we hit the spot hard, tearing thru some nasty mud holes. We were going well until the Bronco over heated… something about the half fan shroud. Fortunately he had a complete one with him so after a little rework we had him back up and running.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/SKrCSS1CJmI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ZFRJbB-ZVTI/s1600-h/footstool.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236211136319333986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/SKrCSS1CJmI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ZFRJbB-ZVTI/s320/footstool.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Blazer worked fine (still wish I had fuel injectors) the only ongoing problem was the fracking tailgate. It would not stay closed; the remaining factory lock hasp gave out from the pounding. I had to tie it closed. I will now go back to and weld the entire gate closed, I’m tired of trying to get it to work right (especially with the bent tail pan). It was a good outing we even managed to get two trucks stuck at once, the Bronco and the 4runner, matter of fact everyone got stuck eventually except the Suzuki. So after getting all dirty we rolled out and drove down to the car show. It was pretty funny rolling out dirty banged up trucks into the car show full of classic and fast&amp;amp; furious wannabees. Some of their paint jobs cost more than all of our rigs put together. The show was pretty cool; the crowd was very welcoming to us even though many thought we were crazy for treating our vehicles that way. Overall it was a good experience and the best time I’ve had wheeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damage report: My K5 now needs a new tire (it maybe possible to save the blown tire) and a tailgate fix. (Not too bad) &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/SKrCR1gRZCI/AAAAAAAAAL4/hsmA1GYafB4/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236211128447624226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/SKrCR1gRZCI/AAAAAAAAAL4/hsmA1GYafB4/s320/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/SKrCSI_LDcI/AAAAAAAAAMA/HNgLJ6d9b8s/s1600-h/4runner.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236211133677505986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/SKrCSI_LDcI/AAAAAAAAAMA/HNgLJ6d9b8s/s320/4runner.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/SKrCSSiDahI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/DKsJvWdVn2g/s1600-h/0817081225a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236211136239725074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/SKrCSSiDahI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/DKsJvWdVn2g/s320/0817081225a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3985433709700663361-5548685345217457570?l=crushedbymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/feeds/5548685345217457570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3985433709700663361&amp;postID=5548685345217457570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/5548685345217457570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/5548685345217457570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/2008/08/wheelin-again-sequal.html' title='Wheelin again (the sequal)'/><author><name>hammermachine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12738114909284356335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05610076085427507842'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/SKrCSaZbJ8I/AAAAAAAAAMI/ZyDJB2iM00c/s72-c/20.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985433709700663361.post-1708949948446708570</id><published>2008-06-16T07:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T08:57:01.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheelin FUN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/SFZwAdJB7pI/AAAAAAAAALo/3SQ4IRUAWlc/s1600-h/june+15+Bronco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212476771852742290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/SFZwAdJB7pI/AAAAAAAAALo/3SQ4IRUAWlc/s320/june+15+Bronco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/SFZwBCroMRI/AAAAAAAAALw/5qxI8J_WLjs/s1600-h/jun+15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212476781929967890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/SFZwBCroMRI/AAAAAAAAALw/5qxI8J_WLjs/s320/jun+15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday started out with me clear of most commitments, and me with a plan to work on the Blazer. I've been planning and building a off road bumper and tire carrier for my truck. For those who don't know a tire carrier that can hold a 35" tire is expensive and there isn't one available for my K5 Blazer. So I had already ordered the steel and built the bumper, now I only had to remove the old one and mount the new. So of course after struggling withe the rusted bolts I wasted 2 hours removing the bumper. Thirty seconds after removing the bumper Bob calls to tell me that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;there's&lt;/span&gt; a ride today... NOW! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fracking&lt;/span&gt; great! Somehow I cleaned up quick and drove the truck over to met Bob and the 4x4 club. After two years of building, restoring and banging my head against it the K5 Blazer was finally going off road! Two long years.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a blast, 3 hours of riding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; mud, and standing water, out with nature tearing up the country. When I got in the first thing I see is a late model Bronco sunk up to the doors in a water/mud hole. The group was trying to tow the truck out, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; the driver kept flooring the Bronco while he was being towed. As a result the Bronco slid sideways at a high rate of speed and nearly flipped over. WOW! the driver Dan would have been underwater and in a bad way. As it turns out this would be the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;scariest&lt;/span&gt; moment of the day. We were soon of and riding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the mud and water of the great state of NJ. My truck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; me it it held it's own against the other trucks, it stalled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt; do that) but it never got stuck enough that I had to get towed out. I pushed her hard and she proved to be worth all the headaches I've had dealing with her. I even managed to get her airborne a couple of times. I cannot wait to go back out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3985433709700663361-1708949948446708570?l=crushedbymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/feeds/1708949948446708570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3985433709700663361&amp;postID=1708949948446708570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/1708949948446708570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/1708949948446708570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/2008/06/wheelin-fun.html' title='Wheelin FUN!'/><author><name>hammermachine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12738114909284356335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05610076085427507842'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/SFZwAdJB7pI/AAAAAAAAALo/3SQ4IRUAWlc/s72-c/june+15+Bronco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985433709700663361.post-2130401289953617449</id><published>2008-04-28T15:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T15:43:19.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spook'ems one year later....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/SBY21nbCAxI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Zu2l6sZ9od0/s1600-h/spook%27ems.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194399514961773330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/SBY21nbCAxI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Zu2l6sZ9od0/s320/spook%2527ems.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One year ago today my family lost our beloved Spook'ems, our feline friend. In that time we have gone on and continued to live our lives as best as we could. We have not tried to replace him, I don't think anyone is really ready for that. We continued to talk about him and enjoy the time we had with him. The lost is still there and so is the love. I've had five cats in my life, never a dog( I don't know why) all of them are dead now, buried in two backyards, thought about as family members. I miss having a pet but I don't think I want to commit to another small friend for some time. Maybe someday, just not right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3985433709700663361-2130401289953617449?l=crushedbymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/feeds/2130401289953617449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3985433709700663361&amp;postID=2130401289953617449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/2130401289953617449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/2130401289953617449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/2008/04/spookems-one-year-later.html' title='Spook&apos;ems one year later....'/><author><name>hammermachine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12738114909284356335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05610076085427507842'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/SBY21nbCAxI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Zu2l6sZ9od0/s72-c/spook%2527ems.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985433709700663361.post-6320036597451020908</id><published>2008-03-04T09:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T09:06:46.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Livin...</title><content type='html'>As the new month begins I find myself teetering on the brink of financial disaster. Trying to cover bills, unexpected expenses, and still attempt to save money has my head spinning. Every time I think I’m getting a handle on something unexpected pops up or a ton of bills come in. There are the usually hick ups, but damn everything BUT my salary is going up. Tolls, fares, penalties. There are days I don’t know if I can swing it. I already know once I move I will have to get a second job. My main job pays well, but I’m trying to get out of Credit card debit and car payments. I have to admit since I’ve been doing online banking it’s been a hell of a lot easier. I’m more on top of my finances. But it still seems like a struggle. There is overdue maintenance I have to do to my daily driver, but I can’t afford it right now. I was hoping to save and pay off some X-mas bills, but that hasn’t happened. I know it could always be worst, but I would like it to be just a little bit easier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3985433709700663361-6320036597451020908?l=crushedbymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/feeds/6320036597451020908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3985433709700663361&amp;postID=6320036597451020908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/6320036597451020908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/6320036597451020908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/2008/03/livin.html' title='Livin...'/><author><name>hammermachine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12738114909284356335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05610076085427507842'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985433709700663361.post-1955426986110623796</id><published>2008-01-15T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T16:10:36.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Saturn...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/R40fAa7HcMI/AAAAAAAAALI/B2_EAl7V0Os/s1600-h/180px-Saturn_hexagonal_north_pole_feature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155811240496820418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/R40fAa7HcMI/AAAAAAAAALI/B2_EAl7V0Os/s320/180px-Saturn_hexagonal_north_pole_feature.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the north pole of our 6Th planet Saturn is one the universe's most unique features, a massive formation appearing like a hexagon. It was discovered a 2004/2005 but I only found out about it last night while watching the Universe on cable. I am amazed at this beautiful display and am humbled by it. There are times when we get so wrapped up in our own shit that we miss beauty on display. I thought I would share it with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Rotatingsaturnhexagon.gif"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Rotatingsaturnhexagon.gif&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3985433709700663361-1955426986110623796?l=crushedbymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='image/gif' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Rotatingsaturnhexagon.gif' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8ec559d1a695206b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/feeds/1955426986110623796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3985433709700663361&amp;postID=1955426986110623796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/1955426986110623796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/1955426986110623796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/2008/01/amazing-saturn.html' title='Amazing Saturn...'/><author><name>hammermachine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12738114909284356335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05610076085427507842'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/R40fAa7HcMI/AAAAAAAAALI/B2_EAl7V0Os/s72-c/180px-Saturn_hexagonal_north_pole_feature.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985433709700663361.post-6790938453062613384</id><published>2007-12-05T08:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T08:15:35.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>True then, true now...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Regard your soldiers as your children, and they will follow you into the deepest valleys.Look on them as your own beloved sons, and they will stand by you even unto death!"- Sun Tzu, the Art of War&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3985433709700663361-6790938453062613384?l=crushedbymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/feeds/6790938453062613384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3985433709700663361&amp;postID=6790938453062613384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/6790938453062613384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/6790938453062613384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/2007/12/true-then-true-now.html' title='True then, true now...'/><author><name>hammermachine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12738114909284356335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05610076085427507842'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985433709700663361.post-641011027078478761</id><published>2007-11-16T07:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T08:01:30.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two shows to watch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/Rz2UZGkklRI/AAAAAAAAAJs/R5PsGkn14Mw/s1600-h/of2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133422309253879058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/Rz2UZGkklRI/AAAAAAAAAJs/R5PsGkn14Mw/s320/of2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/Rz2UZWkklSI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/tFhVTO0Sd08/s1600-h/it"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133422313548846370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/Rz2UZWkklSI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/tFhVTO0Sd08/s320/it%27s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night my brother in law and I were watching two very funny shows. The Office and It's always Sunny in Philadelphia. Both shows are on the opposite ends of the humor scale, but both were totally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;genius&lt;/span&gt; last night. The Office is totally comfortable in being 100% uncomfortable humor. Most of the time I can't stand cringe humor, but the Office takes it to a new unheard of level. It's a whole new playing field with this show. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; last night was the last show because of the writers strike) It's always Sunny in Philadelphia, is more low ball humor, but the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;execution&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt; makes it kinda special. For me it's just a hot watching the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;shows&lt;/span&gt; characters blast each other and manage to destroy the lives of everyone around the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Central&lt;/span&gt; characters. If you haven't seen either show, please give the reruns a chance. You won't be sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/Rz2UZWkklTI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/QcacofTZ-iE/s1600-h/its2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133422313548846386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/Rz2UZWkklTI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/QcacofTZ-iE/s320/its2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://news.greenvilleonline.com/blogs/link/Office.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://news.greenvilleonline.com/blogs/link/2006/03/&amp;amp;h=180&amp;amp;w=180&amp;amp;sz=11&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=10&amp;amp;tbnid=sLe4h87bHdraMM:&amp;amp;tbnh=101&amp;amp;tbnw=101&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dthe%2Boffice%2Bnbc%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DX"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3985433709700663361-641011027078478761?l=crushedbymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/feeds/641011027078478761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3985433709700663361&amp;postID=641011027078478761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/641011027078478761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/641011027078478761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/2007/11/two-shows-to-watch.html' title='Two shows to watch!'/><author><name>hammermachine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12738114909284356335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05610076085427507842'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/Rz2UZGkklRI/AAAAAAAAAJs/R5PsGkn14Mw/s72-c/of2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985433709700663361.post-5435022338107294363</id><published>2007-11-06T08:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T11:15:25.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>American Gangster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RzCS7Y4zgHI/AAAAAAAAAJc/IOzGCvso2FY/s1600-h/ag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129761524565639282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RzCS7Y4zgHI/AAAAAAAAAJc/IOzGCvso2FY/s320/ag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw it this past Friday, (I had off from work). Normally if you give me a crime movie, I'm in. You give me one with both Denzel and Russel Crowe, I'm sold. The movie is long but you really don't mind, because the story keeps you involved. What I really liked about it was that unlike Scareface ( another favorite of mine) it shows you some of the aftermath of this man's rise to drug lord. I mean the real Frank Lucas is responsible for countless deaths and destruction. But it's funny, you still end up rooting for the bad guy, no matter what he does. It's a hard argument, is it the dealer or society to be blamed, for the drugs. Is the dealer worst that the dirty cops feeding off of him? It's an interesting thought. The real fun of the movie is picking out all of the known actors in the movie. Big names, and very small, Ridley Scott sure packed the movie with a ton of actors and parts. For me all thumbs up for AMERICAN GANGSTER!&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RzCS7o4zgII/AAAAAAAAAJk/lHxOzOHrnfE/s1600-h/ag2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129761528860606594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RzCS7o4zgII/AAAAAAAAAJk/lHxOzOHrnfE/s320/ag2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3985433709700663361-5435022338107294363?l=crushedbymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/feeds/5435022338107294363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3985433709700663361&amp;postID=5435022338107294363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/5435022338107294363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/5435022338107294363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/2007/11/american-gangster.html' title='American Gangster'/><author><name>hammermachine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12738114909284356335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05610076085427507842'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RzCS7Y4zgHI/AAAAAAAAAJc/IOzGCvso2FY/s72-c/ag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985433709700663361.post-5895816132944291425</id><published>2007-10-17T15:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T15:54:37.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RxZ2YRy_HPI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Rhj978fF34o/s1600-h/PROUDLYSERVEDSOLDIER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122411785646710002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RxZ2YRy_HPI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Rhj978fF34o/s320/PROUDLYSERVEDSOLDIER.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the realisation that I can not afford to run my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; business, &lt;a href="http://www.crushedbymommy.com/"&gt;http://www.crushedbymommy.com/&lt;/a&gt; I am looking to do other things. I would like to create another blog, one running parallel with this one. The new one will be a illustrated story I've been working on for years. Currently I have several chapters completed and ready for publishing. I will not spend any more money on self publishing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;comic books&lt;/span&gt;, so this is the next best thing. There is no way I could not do something. So look for the Blog soon, it should be if anything, interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbye sticker company...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3985433709700663361-5895816132944291425?l=crushedbymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/feeds/5895816132944291425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3985433709700663361&amp;postID=5895816132944291425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/5895816132944291425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/5895816132944291425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/2007/10/plans.html' title='Plans...'/><author><name>hammermachine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12738114909284356335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05610076085427507842'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RxZ2YRy_HPI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Rhj978fF34o/s72-c/PROUDLYSERVEDSOLDIER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985433709700663361.post-1811854930535714472</id><published>2007-10-10T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T15:39:47.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored...</title><content type='html'>I find myself living in a rut. Don't get me wrong, I'm generally happy now, life is good, but there are several things I would love to improve on. And I think it's these missing elements that is making me feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;incredibly&lt;/span&gt; bored with 98% of everything I do. Figure Monday to Friday I work, which is the best/ &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;safest&lt;/span&gt; job I've ever had...BUT everyday is pretty much the same. You know every you live for the weekend. But come Saturday, there are always shopping, or honeydews to accomplish, and before you know it... it's late Sunday, and I've done a ton of driving and really have nothing to show for it (self satisfaction wise). I have fun hanging out with the couple I live with and their precious son &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WG&lt;/span&gt;. I just wish there was more. I have not met anyone new (women) in weeks. There's things I want to do but of course money is tight. Maybe most people live like this and just accept it as normal life, but I don't remember it always being like this. I've gotten to the age where most of my friends have gotten married or have moved away. I use to have a group and we use to hang and live in NYC. Personally I haven't been this bored in years, and it's not like I don't have any interest. Maybe I have too many...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3985433709700663361-1811854930535714472?l=crushedbymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/feeds/1811854930535714472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3985433709700663361&amp;postID=1811854930535714472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/1811854930535714472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/1811854930535714472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/2007/10/bored.html' title='Bored...'/><author><name>hammermachine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12738114909284356335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05610076085427507842'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985433709700663361.post-7706705575115521710</id><published>2007-09-20T07:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T10:54:10.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Firefly/ Serenity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RvKIR_MXAbI/AAAAAAAAAIY/fveSbJPzFSs/s1600-h/ff2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112298369621361074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RvKIR_MXAbI/AAAAAAAAAIY/fveSbJPzFSs/s320/ff2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RvKIR_MXAcI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ubxgVvyipXo/s1600-h/ff3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112298369621361090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RvKIR_MXAcI/AAAAAAAAAIg/ubxgVvyipXo/s320/ff3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been watching one of my new all time favorite TV shows. Unfortunately it's only available via DVDs but I'm happy anyway. The show aired on Fox ( who sucks for cancelling it) a little while ago. I was into it then and I've grown to enjoy it more and more, each time I watch a episode. The show is more that what it appears, some people think "oh it's just a Sci Fi show". Let me tell you that fact has almost nothing to do with it. The show is about the relationships of a group of nine people who are all travelling away from something. To me that's what comes thru when I watch a episode, not the sci fi part, that's just the background. What comes to the forefront is writing, the humor and the interactions of the characters. &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RvKIRvMXAaI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/dOAZ2LoQS5s/s1600-h/ff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112298365326393762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RvKIRvMXAaI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/dOAZ2LoQS5s/s320/ff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firefly and other shows continue to inspire me to keep writing and drawing and hoping to create something cool and sell able. I would still like to create a book or a comic book series that is on par with the movies and shows I enjoy. But I've noticed that it gets harder as I get older. There has been times I've felt like "giving up" on ART. Currently my sticker company is failing, mostly because of lack of money to invest in the business, especially the printing and promoting. Good luck getting a small business loan, you have to be doing well to qualify for a business loan. If my business was doing $10,000 in sales a month WHY would I need a small business loan????? WTF! Nothing is easy, nothing except doing nothing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3985433709700663361-7706705575115521710?l=crushedbymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/feeds/7706705575115521710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3985433709700663361&amp;postID=7706705575115521710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/7706705575115521710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/7706705575115521710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/2007/09/firefly-serenity.html' title='Firefly/ Serenity'/><author><name>hammermachine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12738114909284356335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05610076085427507842'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RvKIR_MXAbI/AAAAAAAAAIY/fveSbJPzFSs/s72-c/ff2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985433709700663361.post-3807478795750803067</id><published>2007-09-11T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T11:45:34.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>9/11 six years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RubGEFmqevI/AAAAAAAAAH4/IIrzEN2n2Lw/s1600-h/wtc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108988600824527602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RubGEFmqevI/AAAAAAAAAH4/IIrzEN2n2Lw/s320/wtc2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RubGElmqewI/AAAAAAAAAIA/zbzAPgdY93s/s1600-h/wtc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108988609414462210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RubGElmqewI/AAAAAAAAAIA/zbzAPgdY93s/s320/wtc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the six anniversary of 9/11 it's hard to believe that so much and so little time has passed. To me growing up in NYC it's a very painful day. The loss of life, the massive destruction, the cold cruel attack, and the feeling of unfinished payback. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The WTC was very special to me. Growing up in NYC the World Trade was like a beacon, no matter where in the city you were all you had to do was look up and get your bearings. Once I moved to Jersey City I still looked forward to taking the Path train into the WTC station. The buildings were more than just steel and glass, they were part of NY, part of home. They were a symbol of New York and of America, they gone like the victims, way too young.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RubGElmqexI/AAAAAAAAAII/2X0Lf643Ps4/s1600-h/wtc3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108988609414462226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RubGElmqexI/AAAAAAAAAII/2X0Lf643Ps4/s320/wtc3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those stinking hateful ragheads still have not paid enough. I'm sad about a couple of things; 1) they haven't yet replace or built something in place of the WTC. 2) that Bin ***hole is still breathing air. 3) We as a country have become divided and some have forgotten there are people who want to kill us. 4) and of course all those people who died that day and their families who have to struggle on, god bless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a same when I play with my 4 year old nephew he won't know the joy the WTC use to bring to everyone that ever saw them in their glory. I was a child of the cold war, I joined the military because I thought it was necessary, now I worry about him and all of the future generations, who will have to deal with fundamentalist hate for the next several decades. One of the few things I agree with GW is that we will be fighting this war on terror for a very long time. Neither side can surrender or step back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for the random thoughts, this is a very hard day for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3985433709700663361-3807478795750803067?l=crushedbymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/feeds/3807478795750803067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3985433709700663361&amp;postID=3807478795750803067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/3807478795750803067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/3807478795750803067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/2007/09/911-six-years.html' title='9/11 six years'/><author><name>hammermachine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12738114909284356335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05610076085427507842'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RubGEFmqevI/AAAAAAAAAH4/IIrzEN2n2Lw/s72-c/wtc2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985433709700663361.post-6707198097676225717</id><published>2007-08-23T07:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T11:19:05.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much thinking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/Rs2za1mqeuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/q8ckt8Y3XMU/s1600-h/nancyhart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101931226527857378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/Rs2za1mqeuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/q8ckt8Y3XMU/s320/nancyhart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came to the realization that I have too many interests, and of course not enough time of money to support them all. Drawing is still a major interest ( not a very profitable one go to www crushedbymommy.com). There is also writing, truck restoration, movies, computer games, and working out( which I'm getting back into). It's amazing just what you can get into when you are single. Still it's alittle frustrating, trying to juggle so many things. Currently I've been totally concentrating on the Blazer resto, which has been fun and aggravating at the same time. Since the truck is 22 years old there has been at least several owners before me. Every time I fix something I discover a new unexpected issue. But I think that's what's it's all about. The real problem is that I've invested needed money into it and the sticker company, with not much to show for it. I guess as long as I'm happy, I guess that's all that matters. Currently I'm earning the most money ever but it seems a good 2/3 the time I'm broke. Way too much debits. I might have to get a part time job to pay off some debts. I guess in reality everything I do is meant to make me happy. Currently there are several issues in my life that I am really lacking in and it bothers me. Don't get me wrong I am addressing them, but they haven't turned around yet. So whatever I can do to pass the time while my life adventure continues is all for the common good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3985433709700663361-6707198097676225717?l=crushedbymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/feeds/6707198097676225717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3985433709700663361&amp;postID=6707198097676225717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/6707198097676225717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/6707198097676225717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/2007/08/too-much-thinking.html' title='Too much thinking...'/><author><name>hammermachine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12738114909284356335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05610076085427507842'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/Rs2za1mqeuI/AAAAAAAAAHw/q8ckt8Y3XMU/s72-c/nancyhart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985433709700663361.post-41566885018944979</id><published>2007-08-07T13:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T13:54:12.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies move forward!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/Rri5g2mAQjI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a8v3-T_XFfA/s1600-h/300poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096026952431583794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/Rri5g2mAQjI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a8v3-T_XFfA/s320/300poster1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/Rri5hGmAQkI/AAAAAAAAAHY/0sKCOljjQAw/s1600-h/sin3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096026956726551106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/Rri5hGmAQkI/AAAAAAAAAHY/0sKCOljjQAw/s320/sin3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two of my new "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;visually&lt;/span&gt; pleasing" movies to watch endlessly are 300 and Sin City. Both are masterpieces to watch (I understand they aren't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; cup of tea). I'm glad directors are pushing the limits of their craft and creating new ways to make movies. I don't care if they aren't shot in real locations or not, in the end both movies have created a unique universe. I'm sure both movies also were cheap to do this way. It's also cool that both are adaptations of Frank Miller's comic books!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;In a way it validates a new way of movie making, or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; reinventing a way of making great movies. I recently saw  X &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Men&lt;/span&gt;3, what a piece of shit. Just like Fantastic Four how do you make these well known movies WITHOUT their main villains. For X Men &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sentinels&lt;/span&gt; and for FF &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Galactius&lt;/span&gt;, I know he was in FF2 but as a big stupid CLOUD! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;! If these directors had taken a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lesson&lt;/span&gt; from 300 or Sin City they could have created these Icon villains right and pumped up the fan base. Just because they stick a favorite comic book franchise on a movie, it doesn't mean I'm going to pay good money to see it. A cloud!WOW! I would have gone and seen X Men3 if they had fought the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Sentinels&lt;/span&gt;, it would have been cool and with what's going on in America very, very timely. I don't even want to mention they killed of two main &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;characters&lt;/span&gt; ( nobody really dies in movies) X Men3 was a mess. I still can't talk about FF. I hope directors get more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;innovative&lt;/span&gt; with their projects and I pray that 300 and Sin City bring a new dire&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/Rri_e2mAQlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/uo2UMKbP_vw/s1600-h/sin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096033515141612114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/Rri_e2mAQlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/uo2UMKbP_vw/s320/sin2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ction&lt;/span&gt; to the medium!&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/Rri_e2mAQmI/AAAAAAAAAHo/rqDHnT5LpXY/s1600-h/3007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096033515141612130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/Rri_e2mAQmI/AAAAAAAAAHo/rqDHnT5LpXY/s320/3007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3985433709700663361-41566885018944979?l=crushedbymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/feeds/41566885018944979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3985433709700663361&amp;postID=41566885018944979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/41566885018944979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/41566885018944979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/2007/08/movies-move-forward.html' title='Movies move forward!'/><author><name>hammermachine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12738114909284356335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05610076085427507842'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/Rri5g2mAQjI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a8v3-T_XFfA/s72-c/300poster1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985433709700663361.post-4796319803790597076</id><published>2007-06-27T07:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T15:47:23.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet work 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RoJVCwFeOaI/AAAAAAAAAHA/PMvJInpBJ8g/s1600-h/sh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080716835383294370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RoJVCwFeOaI/AAAAAAAAAHA/PMvJInpBJ8g/s320/sh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again I was shopping in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lowes&lt;/span&gt; over the weekend with some friends( I won't got to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HD&lt;/span&gt; if I can avoid it). We had just completed our shopping and finished paying for the items. My friend took her son to the bathroom and her husband and I waited by the registers. As we waited I unintentionally slipped into LP (loss prevention) mode. (I've been known to do that from time to time, I've always been heavy into security) Something had caught my eye. I had noticed a customer displaying all of the classic shoplifter moves. I watched him as he turned and headed down a aisle and ripped into the package he was carrying. Old feelings and training pumped me up. When I was a LP for Home Depot I would have had a shoplifting apprehension out of that, I kind of miss the job, there was something cool about it. I guess I enjoy the chase, the predator in me really comes out. I learned when I was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bouncer&lt;/span&gt; that I had a sadistic streak in me. So I guess I learned from being a LP I have a hunter steak too.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RoJVCwFeObI/AAAAAAAAAHI/WoTK3NVTN-U/s1600-h/sh1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080716835383294386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RoJVCwFeObI/AAAAAAAAAHI/WoTK3NVTN-U/s320/sh1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The job was interesting BUT there are a ton of dangers, some obvious, some not. If you decided, or have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to become a store detective/asset protection/loss prevention &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;associate&lt;/span&gt;. Keep in mind it is not a job for the faint at heart. I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; the most dangerous job I've ever had. And that's saying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; ; I've been armed security (several times), a Bouncer in NYC (several times), and a US Army Infantry Officer. But all those jobs you have immediate back up or guns or tools of the trade (wink, wink). You don't get to carry weapons as a LP, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of the time you don't have any back up. It's just you walking up on a person stealing alone. There were times I had to walk up and stop a person for shoplifting while he was with a larger group. You have to be able to read people and decide if they are a threat or not. Even still sometimes you still get it wrong and things go south.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The store I had been working in had been getting hit by a gang of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Africans&lt;/span&gt; using stolen credit cards to purchase high dollar gift cards.(days before I detected and cancelled $9,000 worth of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;fraudulent&lt;/span&gt; gift card purchases). Jan 03 i was working alone, C my partner was off that day and my supervisor A was out to lunch (not that she could have helped). It was brought to my attention that a customer was purchasing about $800. worth of gift cards using a credit card, with Virginia Drivers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;license&lt;/span&gt; at one of our registers. We had previously alerted the store staff that they need to contact us if someone fitting this profile attempted to buy high dollar gift cards. I went over to check out the purchase with the head cashier. At the register was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;African&lt;/span&gt; gentleman, 40&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt;, bald well dressed. I spoke to him and took the ID and credit card from the cashier. After checking the ID I realised that it was fake, and this was going to be a case of credit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;card&lt;/span&gt; fraud. I spoke &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;briefly&lt;/span&gt; with the guy and he kept saying" my wife is waiting for me in the car". I told him there was a problem with the card and he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; come with me to the office to verify the purchase. The man nodded to me and walked with me further back into the store. We managed to walk pass the Pro Desk when the guy turned and started to punch me. I don't remember how many punches he threw, they either didn't land or hurt. I do remember reaching out and grabbing his coat at the shoulders and twisted him into a judo throw. Later I would learn my throw got him airborne. The fucker landed perfectly in a boxed tub sitting on a heavy push cart. See this I jumped on top of the guy and put my knee right square in his chest pinning him. The fucker continued to fight even as I held him down. I mean I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;kneeling&lt;/span&gt; down on him, with his head pinned against the push cart handles. That fucker was strong. Here I am wrestling with this prick in the middle of a crowded store, thinking somebody is going to run up and kill me. My store manager Joe came running over and yelled "What's going On!" I managed to say "This bastard's robbing us!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Joe&lt;/span&gt; then grabbed the fucker's arm and the three of us continued to wrestle for what felt like hours. Joe's yelling at the Pro Desk to call the cops, and I'm trying to covertly choke the bastard out. Meanwhile he's trying to bite, punch, and kick. Then out of nowhere a customer comes up and places a piece of rug behind the fucker's head. Both Joe and I looked at the customer in pure disbelief, he was concerned that the guy was comfortable. DUH! We continued to struggle until the first Union Police Officers showed up. They came in like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Calvary&lt;/span&gt; and I was very happy to see them. As Joe and I stood up and released the guy the cops closed in on him. The guy had balls he jumped up and tried to get away from them. Then the second pair of cops came running in, followed by another pair. The fucker was now fighting with the first set of cops when the rest came crashing in. All of a sudden it was six on one and they took him to the ground. In seconds as much as he tried, it was over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That arrest became a turning point for me. None of the security jobs, I've had pays enough to put myself at risk. I was done, the pay and the bullshit is not worth the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;violence&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;constantly&lt;/span&gt; looking over my back that went with the job. The kicker is that no matter how good C and I were at the job, Depot refused to promote us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end I learned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; and proudly and professionally did my job, I wish it ended better but it was not meant to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3985433709700663361-4796319803790597076?l=crushedbymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/feeds/4796319803790597076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3985433709700663361&amp;postID=4796319803790597076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/4796319803790597076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/4796319803790597076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/2007/06/wet-work-3.html' title='Wet work 3'/><author><name>hammermachine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12738114909284356335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05610076085427507842'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RoJVCwFeOaI/AAAAAAAAAHA/PMvJInpBJ8g/s72-c/sh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985433709700663361.post-3922414381333990554</id><published>2007-06-07T08:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T12:01:35.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have just returned from a vacation that included memorial weekend. Boy it started out pretty good. I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of truck related repairs and improvements planned out and was all set to tackle them. The first was stripping and repainting mt daily driver step bars. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; the bolts on both sides were rusted tight. I knew I had to get a professional involved. So I drove down to Mike's (my mechanic/ friend) who has a shop down on rt9 in Linden. His guy struggled and struggled, finally he snapped one bolt off on both sides of each &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;step bar&lt;/span&gt;. Great I had planned to have the entire job done by that afternoon. Anyway once off I had found that both &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;step bars&lt;/span&gt; were rusting from the insides. Both had 2 to 3 pounds of rust flakes side out of them when I picked them up. Ruined... four years of Northeast winters had done them in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RnEuVnZHKsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/SZ7rdOu40Jc/s1600-h/0424071825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075889203909700290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RnEuVnZHKsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/SZ7rdOu40Jc/s320/0424071825.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay with day one main goal sandbagged, I went back to the house and rust proofed my bed box and the replacement wheel well I bought for the Blazer. That kept me occupied for the rest of the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The second day I drove up to work (where I keep my project Blazer) and spent the next four hours removing the ratted out carpet and padding on the Blazer. I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of fun working on the truck, things are so simple and basic, on the C5 opposed to my 2003 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Silverado&lt;/span&gt;. I like simple. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; for me I&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RnEv9nZHKuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/aECix5hL_y8/s1600-h/in+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075890990616095458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RnEv9nZHKuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/aECix5hL_y8/s320/in+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; found new (new to me) rust holes in the Blazer cab bed.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RnEv9nZHKtI/AAAAAAAAAGg/rDfTYaRXh70/s1600-h/in6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075890990616095442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RnEv9nZHKtI/AAAAAAAAAGg/rDfTYaRXh70/s320/in6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was of course unplanned and has thrown my restoration project behind schedule. I now have to figure out how to replace and repair not only the tailgate area, but now the center portion of the bed. Ah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;challenges&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day I was at the Blazer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;, this time to replace the rusted out wheel well. Removing the old one was pretty easy, just messy. It was also the hottest day of the month 95+. the replacement took three hours and it was very straight forward. In the end I was amazed at how much of the old well was gone.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RnExv3ZHKvI/AAAAAAAAAGw/PqxlpAExtbo/s1600-h/well1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075892953416149746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RnExv3ZHKvI/AAAAAAAAAGw/PqxlpAExtbo/s320/well1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The replacement however is not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt; match for the old one so the battery tray and cooler tank won't go back in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; original places. I'll have to come up with another fix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was how I spent my first three days of my vacation, I hadn't known then that that would be the high point of my vacation, after that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; was unexpected family commitments and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; driving. I did get to have dinner with friend from my Bouncer days. So people won't understand working on a 22 year old truck as fun, especially over a vacation week. But for me I've always enjoyed working with my hands, and tinkering with machines. I guess I got it from my dad. My only regret about my last vacation is that I didn't get to spend anymore time with my project.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RnFwRHZHKwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/f6gyDBuuq48/s1600-h/HammerBlaze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075961694367722242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RnFwRHZHKwI/AAAAAAAAAG4/f6gyDBuuq48/s320/HammerBlaze.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3985433709700663361-3922414381333990554?l=crushedbymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/feeds/3922414381333990554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3985433709700663361&amp;postID=3922414381333990554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/3922414381333990554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/3922414381333990554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/2007/06/vacation-dreams.html' title='Vacation Dreams'/><author><name>hammermachine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12738114909284356335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05610076085427507842'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RnEuVnZHKsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/SZ7rdOu40Jc/s72-c/0424071825.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985433709700663361.post-3102099201887268693</id><published>2007-05-22T15:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T11:34:16.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good movies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Over the past few weeks I was able to see two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;outstanding&lt;/span&gt; movies! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Smoking Aces! A really fun, gun crazy crime movie (I'm always a sucker for this type) loaded with tons of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;character&lt;/span&gt; actors. No play by play here, this isn't a professional review, I'm just a guy. This movie isn't Pulp Fiction or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Goodfellas&lt;/span&gt;...BUT it deserves a serious look. It's funny, violent and well put together. No it's not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Oscar&lt;/span&gt; material, but so what, I enjoyed it.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RmgwvHZHKoI/AAAAAAAAAF4/qtI_JGmbesk/s1600-h/SAtoughkillers-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073358566229224066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RmgwvHZHKoI/AAAAAAAAAF4/qtI_JGmbesk/s320/SAtoughkillers-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/Rmgwu3ZHKnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/seft4lI-Cgo/s1600-h/hl-smokin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073358561934256754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/Rmgwu3ZHKnI/AAAAAAAAAFw/seft4lI-Cgo/s320/hl-smokin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Children&lt;/span&gt; of Men! Is a very serious visionary story of a possible future. It's Sci-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Fi&lt;/span&gt; of course but if you are not turned off by that this was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; the most interesting Sci-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Fi&lt;/span&gt; movie in years. It reminded me of Blade Runner or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Gattaca&lt;/span&gt;, it's an very good movie and I wish it luck going into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Oscar&lt;/span&gt; season. Clive Owen is a very good actor and he needs more work. There are also shots in this movie that are pure genius, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0190859/"&gt;Alfonso &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Cuarón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is a amazing director ( I never heard of him &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RmgywnZHKpI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uQn7CoJ40Yk/s1600-h/112006b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073360791022283410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RmgywnZHKpI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uQn7CoJ40Yk/s320/112006b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;before). I highly recommend this movie a&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RmgywnZHKrI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/kOBqOzZJ_sU/s1600-h/th-23_23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073360791022283442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RmgywnZHKrI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/kOBqOzZJ_sU/s320/th-23_23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; will&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RmgywnZHKqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/n_xZR2H31wk/s1600-h/cm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073360791022283426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RmgywnZHKqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/n_xZR2H31wk/s320/cm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;view&lt;/span&gt; it again and again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3985433709700663361-3102099201887268693?l=crushedbymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/feeds/3102099201887268693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3985433709700663361&amp;postID=3102099201887268693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/3102099201887268693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/3102099201887268693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/2007/05/good-movies.html' title='Good movies!'/><author><name>hammermachine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12738114909284356335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05610076085427507842'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RmgwvHZHKoI/AAAAAAAAAF4/qtI_JGmbesk/s72-c/SAtoughkillers-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985433709700663361.post-4550424276301128687</id><published>2007-05-16T07:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T15:09:50.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WAKE UP AMERICA...WE'RE LOSING IT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RktkuhR5AKI/AAAAAAAAAFY/If7UIq2JQmI/s1600-h/xm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065252956278423714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RktkuhR5AKI/AAAAAAAAAFY/If7UIq2JQmI/s320/xm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RktkuxR5ALI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QgbqiVmJr9E/s1600-h/bill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065252960573391026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RktkuxR5ALI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QgbqiVmJr9E/s320/bill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RktkuxR5AMI/AAAAAAAAAFo/a9Qry0m0vHo/s1600-h/o&amp;a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065252960573391042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RktkuxR5AMI/AAAAAAAAAFo/a9Qry0m0vHo/s320/o%26a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's right freedom of speech, slowly but surly we are being more and more censored. The recent crackdown on entertainment radio such as Imus, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Opie&lt;/span&gt; &amp; Anthony is just the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt;. I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;XM&lt;/span&gt; Radio and I enjoy it very much, the openness of it the seemingly endless music tracks so free. It seemed so different than regular commercial radio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; Management has decided to suspend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Opie&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Anthony to prove they are in control of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;show and&lt;/span&gt; don't mess with them. I don't understand the logic (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;business wise&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;XM&lt;/span&gt; is a subscription network, customers pay to listen, some channels like O&amp;A have commercials. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;XM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;management&lt;/span&gt; decides to flex and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;suspends&lt;/span&gt; O&amp;amp;A, what are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;advertisers&lt;/span&gt; doing, I wouldn't pay top dollar for ads on O&amp;amp;A and not have O&amp;A on. Currently they are playing Ron &amp;amp; Fez, which at best is third class at best. Those advertiser and the public cannot be happy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;XM&lt;/span&gt; has also upset the thousands if not millions of fans who like me need their O&amp;A fix for the drive to and from work. I tried to contact &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;XM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;to tell&lt;/span&gt; them as a paying customer I was very unhappy and would like a reduction in my monthly act. But the website is jammed and it won't give you contact numbers. It's just as well, I predict that I will have to close down my subscription once they merge with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Sirius&lt;/span&gt;, nothing good can come out of that union for the customer. I also can't see O&amp;amp;A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; back in 30 days. I think that's just a ploy to keep the listeners listening and a lame hope the fans will accept another show, in the mean time. That didn't work when Howard left the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;K-rock&lt;/span&gt; network, I stopped listening to the local station until O&amp;amp;A turned up their too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I understand being upset because someone said something or a show is making fun of your race, gender, or religion. But what happened to just not listening to them, I hate Rush &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Lemburg&lt;/span&gt; and MR.No spin zone but I don't try to have them taken off, I just don't listen to them. And I'll take my advertising dollars &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;eslewhere&lt;/span&gt;, and use another merchant. This PC crap is becoming our doom. You can't say what you want, or listen to what you want, soon you won't have any freedoms left. It's sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3985433709700663361-4550424276301128687?l=crushedbymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/feeds/4550424276301128687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3985433709700663361&amp;postID=4550424276301128687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/4550424276301128687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/4550424276301128687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/2007/05/wake-up-americawere-losing-it.html' title='WAKE UP AMERICA...WE&apos;RE LOSING IT!'/><author><name>hammermachine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12738114909284356335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05610076085427507842'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RktkuhR5AKI/AAAAAAAAAFY/If7UIq2JQmI/s72-c/xm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985433709700663361.post-6582336162980968472</id><published>2007-05-03T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T14:32:08.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SPOOK'EMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/Rjo3OCXrNiI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vPB1RE_vMmM/s1600-h/spook"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060417845598041634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/Rjo3OCXrNiI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vPB1RE_vMmM/s320/spook%27ems.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past Saturday morning my family lost a dear friend. Spook'ems was a very unusual cat. He got his name because he would be scared of almost everything, I mean most cats are somewhat high strung, but he was really high strung. If he was concentrating on something, you know how cats get, he would sometimes scare himself and jump three feet in the air. It would be both sad and funny at the same time. I remember when we first got him he was so small, he was in a cage with about six other kittens, most crying, he was just sitting there. I told Eda to stick her finger in to get a reaction, and he playfully bit her. We knew he was the one. Trust me he was the pick of the group. The first night Eda had to hold him all night, he was crying so much. We would spend hours playing what's in the box or chase the string. He soon developed a play toy; "string monster" a gnarled up roll of shipping string. But he loved it, they became close friends for a long while ... until string monster disappeared one day. (we never found it either). Eda use to carry Spook'ems inside her sweater when she went to get the mail or to do laundry, no one would notice him. In Cali we had to fight ear mites, fleas and eventually him going into heat. One of the hardest things I had to do as to take him to the vet and hand him off to the tech so they could have him fixed. He looked at me so, I felt so bad. Spook'ems would lay out in the hot California sun or on top of a black rubber bench in the sun and just cook. A black cat on a black rubber bench in the Socal sun. He would make you sweat just looking at him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later in life Spook'ems once spent about two hours making Eda, Kevin and myself laugh so hard chasing after a computer mic. Good that was such a good time. It seemed like he didn't do much and later it might have seemed like he was forgotten but "Boo" meant alot to everyone who knew him. It's been less than a week since he passed away, but I really miss him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3985433709700663361-6582336162980968472?l=crushedbymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/feeds/6582336162980968472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3985433709700663361&amp;postID=6582336162980968472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/6582336162980968472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/6582336162980968472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/2007/05/once-again.html' title='SPOOK&apos;EMS'/><author><name>hammermachine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12738114909284356335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05610076085427507842'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/Rjo3OCXrNiI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/vPB1RE_vMmM/s72-c/spook%27ems.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985433709700663361.post-4444728814574410506</id><published>2007-04-26T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T14:51:16.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Truck crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RjECqyXrNhI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OgfCNxDQ4lk/s1600-h/engine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057826790612612626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RjECqyXrNhI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OgfCNxDQ4lk/s320/engine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RjEBGSXrNeI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9MKfSCIOk8E/s1600-h/1110061504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057825064035759586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RjEBGSXrNeI/AAAAAAAAAEw/9MKfSCIOk8E/s320/1110061504.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RjEBGiXrNfI/AAAAAAAAAE4/G2TZYbeThP0/s1600-h/chevy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057825068330726898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RjEBGiXrNfI/AAAAAAAAAE4/G2TZYbeThP0/s320/chevy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RjEBGyXrNgI/AAAAAAAAAFA/YY7x0VOwjMw/s1600-h/DSCN0887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057825072625694210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RjEBGyXrNgI/AAAAAAAAAFA/YY7x0VOwjMw/s320/DSCN0887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been obsessed with Trucks for several years now. I've owned a Ford Bronco, GMC Jimmy,a Chevy Suburban, a Chevy Blazer and a Chevy pick up. All in the past ten years. It was always my plan to get a vehicle that I could take off roading and generally enjoy outdoors. The older the simpler, and better. I'm the hands on type, I got that from my dad, and I enjoy fixing and rebuilding things. I've sold or traded all of the trucks except the Blazer and the Pickup. One I use for work the other I'm still trying to work on when I have extra $. The trucks are a definite distraction in my life, especially with my personal life and my budding business. I don't know what it is, I really love that era truck, the blazer, Bronco, and Dodge Ram Charger. Of course my twisted dream is to rebuild a modern version of a Blazer with all new power plant, and gear. NOTHING too computer heavy ( my 2003 Chevy Pickup has to my surprise TEN computers in it) That's scary.... So far I will have to spend close to 3G to get my Blazer where I wanna get it. It's not like it's in bad shape but it is a 1985 model. I should have waited until I finished paying on the pickup before I took on this new hobby. But Fuck it you only have so long on this earth, you have to sometimes indulge yourself.&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/3985433709700663361-4444728814574410506?l=crushedbymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/feeds/4444728814574410506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3985433709700663361&amp;postID=4444728814574410506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/4444728814574410506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/4444728814574410506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/2007/04/truck-crazy.html' title='Truck crazy'/><author><name>hammermachine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12738114909284356335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05610076085427507842'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/RjECqyXrNhI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OgfCNxDQ4lk/s72-c/engine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985433709700663361.post-4663884332957424548</id><published>2007-04-25T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T15:16:24.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep your pimp hand strong...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/Ri-3DyXrNdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6GLXKcBlo6g/s1600-h/bush-finger-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057462182248920530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/Ri-3DyXrNdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6GLXKcBlo6g/s320/bush-finger-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just like this picture....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3985433709700663361-4663884332957424548?l=crushedbymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/feeds/4663884332957424548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3985433709700663361&amp;postID=4663884332957424548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/4663884332957424548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/4663884332957424548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/2007/04/keep-your-pimp-hand-strong.html' title='Keep your pimp hand strong...'/><author><name>hammermachine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12738114909284356335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05610076085427507842'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/Ri-3DyXrNdI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6GLXKcBlo6g/s72-c/bush-finger-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985433709700663361.post-5669003202157505198</id><published>2007-04-24T07:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T08:29:02.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Iraq</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/Ri4GFr0JLlI/AAAAAAAAAEg/IBSc9tOqnWQ/s1600-h/150px-Wolfow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056986126314188370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/Ri4GFr0JLlI/AAAAAAAAAEg/IBSc9tOqnWQ/s320/150px-Wolfow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning the news reported that Nine US Soldiers were killed in a car bomb attack over night in Iraq. I feel for them and their loved ones who have just had their worlds changed forever. I've stated my opinion before about the war and I think it hasn't changed. Currently I'm reading two books; Bob Woodward's State of Denial and Fiasco by Tom Ricks. Both are very good books, almost too good. After awhile you get angry, very angry that our leaders were so arrogant and naive and almost criminal in there intent about this adventure. These people like Chaney, Rumsfeld and Wolfowitz ignored and ran roughshod over any opposition to the war. These men really believed that the generals and area experts were wrong and that invasion of Iraq would be the only hard part. They ignored any evidence that postwar Iraq would be the hardest thing our country had done since the end of WW2. It's sad but I wonder just how bad this adventure will get before it ends. I highly recommend these books regardless of your politics, they are a interesting view into the high levels of our government. "The road to hell is paved with good intentions".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3985433709700663361-5669003202157505198?l=crushedbymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/feeds/5669003202157505198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3985433709700663361&amp;postID=5669003202157505198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/5669003202157505198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/5669003202157505198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/2007/04/iraq.html' title='Iraq'/><author><name>hammermachine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12738114909284356335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05610076085427507842'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_XDnKsqtExV4/Ri4GFr0JLlI/AAAAAAAAAEg/IBSc9tOqnWQ/s72-c/150px-Wolfow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3985433709700663361.post-4971416491459727997</id><published>2007-04-20T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T15:22:13.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing makes sense anymore...</title><content type='html'>NBC showed the VT shooter's video as news, not really concerned that it will fuel copycats. BUT they beeped out the curses...........WTF who are they protecting. This prick killed 32 people.....just how much more could anybody be offended??? Then they whored out the video to other NBC TV shows like Today ( that was going to show unaired footage) and they advertised it like it was a drama.....WTF! These guys will whore out their own mother for a profit. I really should not be suprised but damn this is bad. I normally enjoy the world news, I like to know what's going on in the world. But this past week I've turned it off, I don't need endless "Experts" giving me their veiws of this event. I can do that myself. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3985433709700663361-4971416491459727997?l=crushedbymommy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/feeds/4971416491459727997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3985433709700663361&amp;postID=4971416491459727997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/4971416491459727997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3985433709700663361/posts/default/4971416491459727997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crushedbymommy.blogspot.com/2007/04/nothing-makes-sense-anymore.html' title='Nothing makes sense anymore...'/><author><name>hammermachine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12738114909284356335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05610076085427507842'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>