<?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' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922</id><updated>2011-12-30T21:22:55.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the anchor is ready to blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-4977861976754406703</id><published>2011-12-30T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T21:22:55.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>u.n. resolution time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--76ECyhluXo/Tv54ErOwWSI/AAAAAAAAAQw/jOFbFIVY1qk/s1600/resolutions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692119000762308898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--76ECyhluXo/Tv54ErOwWSI/AAAAAAAAAQw/jOFbFIVY1qk/s320/resolutions.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the eve of the eve of the upcoming new year this anchor is in reflective mode. although after reflecting on things i'm seeing my thoughts turn southward. thinking back over the past few years, and the resolutions i have made for myself, and realizing that i haven't reached any of them (or so little progress that it's not worth mentioning). Usually i would pick ones like.... lose weight, get healthy, stop abusing drugs &amp;amp; alcohol, spend more time with my family, learn how to salsa and then compete in salsa dancing contests. since i haven't met those resolutions in the past except not abusing drugs and alcohol (which i've never done to start with cause i figure my body is in bad enuff shape as it is don't need any help with that). so this year i've set the bar so low that for me not to achieve these goals would be the equivalent of me not being the anchor. i've put alot of thought into what areas of my life need the most improvements, but since there are so many i'm going with just what i think will work (hopefully) in the upcoming year. as with all of my lists they are in no particular order:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;resolution#1 - i'm not going to take a salsa dance class and or compete in salsa dancing competitions (just watch me on this one not do it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;resolution#2 - i'm not going to lose weight (i've done a good job of blowing that this second half of the year already).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;resolution#3 - i'm going to find my doppelgänger, and see which one of us has the better life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;resolution#4 - continue my hair loss (u maybe seeing this anchor on curb your enthusiasm at the rate its leaving my top these days).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;resolution#5 - continue listening to nothing but good music (no matter how much the wife tries to tempt me with bad glee covers ruining classics &amp;amp; maroon 5. i won't give in).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;resolution#6 - no divorce hoax posts on april fools (can't guarantee there won't be any throughout the rest of 2012 though. i don't think i've made my father in law happier though (just kidding rich dad).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;resolution#7 - i will not watch the osbournes (as much as i love ozzy, i just bring myself to watch that show).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;resolution#8 - i plan on reading at least 2 books (hopefully more, but i'm working with baby steps).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;resolution#9 - i am going to determine a career and then work on getting myself in that field (i'm serious cause i know how much everyone around me hates hearing me talk about this topic).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;resolution#10 - and my final resolution in 2012 for this anchor is work on getting a 6th reader for the blog (and hopefully keep the 5 current readers on board).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so hopefully this time next year i can say that i've accomplished these goals, but time will tell. have a happy new year to all 5 readers of this blog, and may your 2012 be more fulfilling than a overstuffed grilled burrito from taco bell. till next year... adios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-4977861976754406703?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4977861976754406703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/un-resolution-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/4977861976754406703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/4977861976754406703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/un-resolution-time.html' title='u.n. resolution time'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--76ECyhluXo/Tv54ErOwWSI/AAAAAAAAAQw/jOFbFIVY1qk/s72-c/resolutions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-3822417858056451206</id><published>2011-12-24T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T11:44:08.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>x-mas list</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T0qm_puLqCA/TvYrgUhesyI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ak-CcX4qCms/s1600/naughty-santa-claus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689783013494141730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T0qm_puLqCA/TvYrgUhesyI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ak-CcX4qCms/s320/naughty-santa-claus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this has been a long year, but now that its almost x-mas and the end f 2011 i find myself reflecting hard on my actions this past year. as i ponder these previous actions something has become abundantly clear.... ive been very naughty. i'm pretty sure santa won't even bring me coal this year (more than likely he will bring me a lecture or two). since getting something new and shiny from santa is probably out of the question this time around. considering santa won't have the time to read my list this year i figured i would show it to my favorite (and only) 5 readers of this blog. this is in no particular order:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;- the gift of music (nuthing makes me happier than great music)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;-the gift of sleep (in high demand for me these days since the supply side is short and the demand is def high)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;- the gift of peace (my boys do more fighting than al queda, or so it seems. at least they can play with each other afterwards with all the their limbs in tact and no missing family members - bad yes i know, but like i said ive been and this year might as well keep the streak going)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;- the gift of a cardinals super bowl (since they are all but out, i figured they have been naughty as well.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;- the gift of critical thinking (something ive def been lacking (and not just lately))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;- the final gift is the gift of friendship (with the holidays being around and being in contact with several old friends and acquaintances made this anchor long for something more than just being docked). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;hopefully next year i will mind my p's &amp;amp; q's (or whatever this anchor needs to do) to have santa take a look at my list. to all 5 readers have a merry x-mas / hanukkah / kwanzaa, and happy new year. i am hoping that there might be 6 readers next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-3822417858056451206?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3822417858056451206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/x-mas-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/3822417858056451206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/3822417858056451206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/x-mas-list.html' title='x-mas list'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T0qm_puLqCA/TvYrgUhesyI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ak-CcX4qCms/s72-c/naughty-santa-claus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-1539531737356664625</id><published>2011-12-16T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T16:57:30.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>women are crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6MbGtTuVsAk/Tuvo8C2jurI/AAAAAAAAAQY/lrNg8rw9Sbw/s1600/american_women_are_crazy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686895072740883122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6MbGtTuVsAk/Tuvo8C2jurI/AAAAAAAAAQY/lrNg8rw9Sbw/s320/american_women_are_crazy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii think women are crazy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-1539531737356664625?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1539531737356664625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/women-are-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/1539531737356664625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/1539531737356664625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/women-are-crazy.html' title='women are crazy'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6MbGtTuVsAk/Tuvo8C2jurI/AAAAAAAAAQY/lrNg8rw9Sbw/s72-c/american_women_are_crazy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-2264728396282868363</id><published>2011-12-14T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T14:59:54.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>about time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-34WhqK5roy4/TuknZ5FvyHI/AAAAAAAAAQM/FGGUj8A1u-Q/s1600/593012553409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686119330307098738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-34WhqK5roy4/TuknZ5FvyHI/AAAAAAAAAQM/FGGUj8A1u-Q/s320/593012553409.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the anchor is back by popular demand. the masses (all 5 of them) have spoken and said they needed to have more of the anchor in their life so here i am to give it to them (this is with the assumption that the 5 readers are still reading this blog). just to bring everyone up to speed on what the anchor has been going through these past few months here are some quick updates:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;halloween - took the anchors out trick or treating, and we still have candy from it (some of that is thanks to my umbro who donated his kids candy to the cause).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;t-day - what a great week thanksgiving was. it started out with getting up extra early the friday before t-day and driving almost 14 hours to my umbro's in texas. we got chill with his family and ate like kings (which was a theme that carried though out that whole week) for a few days. while there on the old stomping grounds we where able to go and visit friends cassanda and cecil. now being back there and spending time with them made me miss the great friends we had in tejas. since being in az it just hasn't been the same (but we'll chat about that in another post). cassandra was gracious enuff to take the time to take our family pics (some of the pics maybe used in a future post). after the few days we traveled to see the outlaws, and the rest of my wife's family. this included staying with the outlaws and watching quite a bit of football (thanks again to the outlaws). we ate like kings there as well. the wife abandoned me, my father in law &amp;amp; umbro in law and left us with the kiddos. we worked it like champs with those kids. so to make mends with the males, the ladies took the kiddos out so the guys could do what guys do best.... talk and argue (mainly argue). i had a great time, and sure learned quite a bit. i know i wasn't expecting to learn so much, but this anchor goes by the old adage that everyday i should learn something new (that week should have me filled up for several months). t-day brought more eating (like royalty again) and spending time with the outlaws and my wife's extended family. i had the displeasure of seeing the cowgirls win (luckily i was able to have that rectified by watching the beloved cardinals beat them in o.t., but that's for another post as well). fast forward to sun post t-day and 14 hours again traveling back home. got a rock (i still think it was a baseball) to the windshield.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;post t-day - since then ive been busy with work. got to spend this past sun with my grandma eating enchiladas and spanish rice. we got to spend a few days watching my neice and nephews the past week. other than ive been watching football and my tv shows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i apologize that this post is so boring, but with so much happening to this anchor (mostly boring stuff) i figured i would do a catch up post. have a merry x-mas (or whatever the 5 readers celebrate &amp;amp; a happy new year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-2264728396282868363?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2264728396282868363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/about-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/2264728396282868363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/2264728396282868363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/about-time.html' title='about time'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-34WhqK5roy4/TuknZ5FvyHI/AAAAAAAAAQM/FGGUj8A1u-Q/s72-c/593012553409.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-3808754540427167954</id><published>2011-10-23T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T20:23:55.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an evening to remember</title><content type='html'>as u may or may not have known this anchor is another year older (with still nothing to really show for it), and this year he got a treat that was over a decade in the making. back in my earlier years (around 7th grade) there was a musical troupe you may or may not have heard of that went by the name of primus. they are lead by les claypool who can only be described as the best bass player to walk the earth. over the years i have always wanted to see them live, but for one reason or another it never came to fruition, that was till this past week. i was approached by a dear friend last month who informed me (knowing of my great love for primus) that primus was touring and would be in the az area for an evening with just them playing only. "just primus for the nite" was my response. i couldn't believe it, a whole evening with just them. no openers or other things to get in the way of a great show. unfortunately for me i was short on the green (and i'm not talking green naugahyde their latest album). so it looked grim for my hopes of seeing them play live, but then that dear friend let me know a few days later that he was looking at purchasing a ticket for me. i couldn't believe it. there was no amount of thanks u i could give him and his significant other for making this dream come true (although i'm thinking i'm working in the thousands now and still going strong). so then came the waiting game. waiting for almost a month for the show to come. the day of show seemed to go crawl at a snail's pace, but then it FINALLY happened. my dear friend, his significant other &amp;amp; me got to the mesa amphitheatre around 7pm, and shortly after that nothing short of amazing happened. we stood right in front around the sound board area just outside the pit area. there was a dancing troupe of 4 ladies and a hesher wanna be guy dancing most of the show right in front of us, which ended up being almost as entertaining as the band. les played that evening with 3 different bass guitars during the course of the 3 hour show. words cannot describe how he plays those bass guitars. for several songs he brought out what appeared to be a homemade instrument that looked like a stand up bass with just 3 strings and he would pluck but also use a bow just like a cello. larry the guitarist was switching guitars after almost every song (most song would last 7-10 mins). the first set they played classics from their catalogue. then after an intermission they played green naugahyde in its entirety. after finishing up with that album. they left. knowing in advance that they play a 2 song encore we waited for them to take the stage again to complete the evening. they played a 2 song encore and, well i'm not sure cause we left towards the end of the 2nd song. that's part of the fun about getting older is knowing that traffic for a show like this going to be heavy so getting a head start is important. so that was my b-day this year in a nutshell. the only thing about the show that i would change was have them play a couple of my favorite songs they didn't get to. another year down and another thing i can mark off my bucket list. enjoy a video someone shot that evening with whats appears to have been taken with a camera phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XIexbdYu5cQ" frameborder="0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590817582052719922-3808754540427167954?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3808754540427167954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/evening-to-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/3808754540427167954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/3808754540427167954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/evening-to-remember.html' title='an evening to remember'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/XIexbdYu5cQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-8010338178281349225</id><published>2011-09-18T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T14:15:13.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>economics 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7PnXun2WHvk/TnZfVi20ekI/AAAAAAAAAO8/5fACGnQQwns/s1600/Opposite-Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653811205948865090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7PnXun2WHvk/TnZfVi20ekI/AAAAAAAAAO8/5fACGnQQwns/s320/Opposite-Day.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's no secret to my 5 loyal readers that this anchor is always broke, and will more than likely be that way in this life. it would seem like i slept during my economic classes, but i had an interesting conversation with my son today about economics that would make any professor proud. the conversation started out innocently enough with my son telling me that he wanted to be me. my first response to him was "WHY"???? his response was "so i can be "the anchor" and do whatever i want". so then i responded with "does this anchor do whatever he wants"? to my surprise his response was a resounding "YES". i had to start down the litmus list of reasons not to be this anchor. i told him "well to be me then you have to work and get paid for it". after u get paid u now have to pay the bills and give the money u just slaved over working your hands and feet to the bone over to everyone else. he didn't like this answer so he gave me his alternate version of himself as me, that being that he would not have to work cause he would already have all the money he needed. liking this version of myself, a version i have never experienced i asked him where the money came from. his response was "i just have it already cause someone else gave it to me". this response inspired me, but seeing an opportunity to lecture him on how the real world currently works i said "well to be at this point no one has given that amount of money, and since you want to be me you just going to have to work to earn money". this boy is always thinking a step ahead of me so he tells me "well the i'm going to work in a zoo". letting him know how excited i was for him to work in a zoo i told him "that's a great idea". he then made the mistake of telling me that "the zoo was going to be free for everyone". i had to sadly burst his bubble and remind him that the zoo has expenses that they have to pay for such as feeding the animals and to paying him for his work. i told him i know u like dancing for people (which was what he stated would be his occupation at the zoo), but "how then are they going to afford the music you are going to dance to"? my son shot back "we'll they have $10,000.00 already". after explaining to him that the "dollar amount was not enough to run a zoo as well as pay him for dancing" he gave me a number to which i can't remember the exact amount but it was around $500,760.75 or near it. i told him that i thought that was a great amount of money to start off with but the zoo would still need more to run and sustain itself. being fed up like most kids (and people in general) at the options given to me he decided it was better to just be a kid and not deal with all that now. i have to say that agree with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-8010338178281349225?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8010338178281349225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/economics-101.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/8010338178281349225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/8010338178281349225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/economics-101.html' title='economics 101'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7PnXun2WHvk/TnZfVi20ekI/AAAAAAAAAO8/5fACGnQQwns/s72-c/Opposite-Day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-4035860917283402150</id><published>2011-08-30T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T18:54:55.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's job not job</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yAoCrCDe7ZI/Tl2UZZXD4yI/AAAAAAAAAO0/h6ulYV1Ag_Q/s1600/luck.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646832671817720610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yAoCrCDe7ZI/Tl2UZZXD4yI/AAAAAAAAAO0/h6ulYV1Ag_Q/s320/luck.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yesterday was a very stressful day (like most of my days since becoming the anchor) to say the least. it was during this time there was a question posed to me by my better half which i didn't have an answer (not one that satisfied her anyway). i'm going to try to give my answer through this post (since she's one of the five readers of this glorious blog). the question came after a very very very hard day of her working with our two kids who both are (extreme) special needs. the question posed to me by her was "why us?" the reference was regarding why do we have to have all the challenges while everyone it seems has the charmed life she wants so desperately. i gave her my basic answer which happens to also be the truth, and that is cause she married me. a little background on me, if it weren't for bad luck i would have no luck at all. that did just the opposite of what i was hoping for in comforting her. so after going to be bed with a migraine size headache this thought has stuck in the back of my mind. it was still bothering me when i woke up so i gave it greater thought throughout my day today. i think i have an answer for her that hopefully will help her (what little help it may be). today a close friend at work informed me about some issues that arose in his family and the pain he was feeling cause of it. then a little later another good friend was telling me about rumors that where being spread about them and the pain they had been feeling after an incident where someone they cared about really her them &amp;amp; broke the trust they had in them. when listening to these good friends tell me the details about these situations in their life made me think even harder about the question "why us?". it assured me that.... no matter what i think we are not the only ones who have issues in our life. there are definitely people who have more problems in their life than others. i know from my trials (the few trillions i've had thus far) that afterwards i either learn something from it or tried to use it as a learning moment. that doesn't always happen, but i do try. its very hard to do that especially when it seems like the trials are caked on one after another another (which they usually are for me) to find the positive lining. i would just tell my wife if she was reading this post that no one (at least that i know) has the perfect life (although i do have a brother who is as close to perfection as anyone to walk this earth). even he has trials (not as bad as ours but he does have them). when i think there are people who have the perfect life with every advantage and not a grey hair on their head (tidbit of info: my brother doesn't have a grey hair either) that they also don't have what i have (besides bad luck) two of the best and smartest kids on earth. i love them more than anything i ever known in my short life. no matter how frustrating they can be (and they are off the charts in this department) i wouldn't trade them or the experiences we've had with them for anything (cheezy i know). i also have the best wife (even though she might think so). i am very grateful she lowered her standards (really lowered them) to allow herself to share these years together with me. now i'm starting to sound like a bad hallmark card so i will end it now before the last of the five readers stops reading this blog. so dear if you read this know that we are not alone in having problems and as for us it is cause u married me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590817582052719922-4035860917283402150?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4035860917283402150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-job-not-job.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/4035860917283402150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/4035860917283402150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-job-not-job.html' title='it&apos;s job not job'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yAoCrCDe7ZI/Tl2UZZXD4yI/AAAAAAAAAO0/h6ulYV1Ag_Q/s72-c/luck.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-7216710915574098486</id><published>2011-08-21T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T20:47:52.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>out with the old, n with the knew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vvbMCb5MCIg/TlHQLh5OHyI/AAAAAAAAAOs/R_0cYPUZrTY/s1600/Discman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643520704567451426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vvbMCb5MCIg/TlHQLh5OHyI/AAAAAAAAAOs/R_0cYPUZrTY/s320/Discman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;if you r 1 of the elite 5 readers of this blog, then u can c things have changed recently. yes after at least a year (i think a year and halfish to be more exact) the anchor is ready to blog has changed its look. a new background made courtesy of the latest up and coming blog designer "the adventures of jamc" (aka my wife). there is an icon on the blog that says my wife's pov &amp;amp; if u give it a click u can read her blog (be ready to go to sleep though while reading cause it's about the most boriniest family on earth). i gave her one command for updating this blog &amp;amp; that was to continue to make my blog look cooler than hers, and i think she's definitely succeed at that. i even updated the music play list to reflect the modern hits ive been listening to alot lately. i would have these songs on my ipod if i had one, but since i only have them on cd's i play them on my disc man. for those of you who don't know what a disc man is, i put a picture at the top as a reference for a visual. so with that, please continue to read and follow the ramblings of this mad anchor, and if that's too much too ask you can at least enjoy the tunes (please ignore the 30 sec ad for fantasy football that comes up every so often on the playlist).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590817582052719922-7216710915574098486?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7216710915574098486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/out-with-old-n-with-knew.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/7216710915574098486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/7216710915574098486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/out-with-old-n-with-knew.html' title='out with the old, n with the knew'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vvbMCb5MCIg/TlHQLh5OHyI/AAAAAAAAAOs/R_0cYPUZrTY/s72-c/Discman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-4876444483765417781</id><published>2011-08-09T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T16:57:19.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"You-Know-Who", "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named" or "the Dark Lord" Continued</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MvuoU7TYtIs/TkHJSO-D-UI/AAAAAAAAAN8/65dDYkmx43I/s1600/He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named-voldemort-vs-aro-21933014-495-660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639009523537803586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MvuoU7TYtIs/TkHJSO-D-UI/AAAAAAAAAN8/65dDYkmx43I/s320/He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named-voldemort-vs-aro-21933014-495-660.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;after hearing of a broken truce i rushed to see if it was true, and too my amazement it was. i thought the truce i had with my wife was unlike any of those ones truces the american government makes with foreign countries while they have there fingers crossed behind their back. today that truce was broken (which was probably inevitable since my wife had her hands behind her back when we made the truce). she wrote a lame post. not her usual one, but dear i say even lamer, and about me of all things. the lamest anchor anywhere.... or am i. since she is just going to blow smoke up your caboose when talking about "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named", then i will give you my side which is the real side of me. below is a list of my actions over a 7 year period. you can decide which side is telling the truth about this anchor..... the anchor himself who most be named.... or his prejudicial wife. you be the judge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. after a person with the first name of harry(i obviously can't give out his full name due to self incrimination)was born, i made his parents disappear permanently. james and lily had it coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i tried to kill harry by putting a curse on him. the curse failed, and the only thing this kid got from it is lightning bolt on his face. due to the course rebounding back on me i had to go into hiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i don't like half blooded wizards (even though i am myself, its the self loather in me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. after a gardner named frank (you know why i can't give out the full name) found out about my plan to restore my body using harry's blood, i had to help him push up daisies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i engineered a plot to free bellatrix lestrange and some other death eaters from azkaban so we could retrieve the full record of a prophecy stored in the department of mysteries regarding harry and myself. i sent the group of death eaters to retrieve the prophecy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. i also had to let amelia bones with the department of magical law enforcement retire early with no pension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. after that i targeted members of the order of the phoenix, including emmeline vance. they definitely deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. i split my soul to achieve immortality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. i was able to dispose of the minister for magic and replaces him with pius thicknesse, who at the time was under the imperius curse and used him to establish a totalitarian police state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. i was able to relieve the old wand maker at gregorovitch's wand shop &amp;amp; gellert grindelwald who was at nurmengard at the time, of their duties... permanently!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. i stole the elder wand from dumbledore's tomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. i used my good friend draco to help try to carry out an assault on the people and things at this lame school school called hogwarts. hogwarts is so lame you may mistake it for bryan adams high school in texas (maybe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. my body currently is laid in a different chamber with all the others who died from battling me. i currently exist in a stunted infant-like form that my nemesis harry sees in the King's Cross-like Limbo in the Forbidden Forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i hope these little details that my wife left out in her post will allow you to make a much more educated guess on who the real "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named" is. one last thing to help sway your thinking about me, someone once said when describing me "the most evil wizard for hundreds and hundreds of years" that was really said about me. don't believe me go to wiki where you can read all about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590817582052719922-4876444483765417781?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4876444483765417781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-know-who-he-who-must-not-be-named.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/4876444483765417781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/4876444483765417781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-know-who-he-who-must-not-be-named.html' title='&quot;You-Know-Who&quot;, &quot;He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named&quot; or &quot;the Dark Lord&quot; Continued'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MvuoU7TYtIs/TkHJSO-D-UI/AAAAAAAAAN8/65dDYkmx43I/s72-c/He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named-voldemort-vs-aro-21933014-495-660.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-4954324968442636974</id><published>2011-07-31T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T01:28:59.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer's over (or is it?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bY1B_TEkoTg/TjUQ41mc_cI/AAAAAAAAAN0/WSPJF6ykWf0/s1600/anchor-parts.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 152px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635429077371125186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bY1B_TEkoTg/TjUQ41mc_cI/AAAAAAAAAN0/WSPJF6ykWf0/s320/anchor-parts.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to my loyal 5 readers (who where recently identified and are now in the process of changing their identities) i want to say thanks for keeping this little mom &amp;amp; pop shop blog open for business so this crazy anchors ramblings will continue on (at least for the short term future), but unfortunately for the five i have a wife who is like the wal mart of blogs &amp;amp; as soon as something happens with myself or the fam she is hot on the case typing away to let her 400 + (or maybe even more) followers now the happenings &amp;amp; exploits of our life. since i have a job and life i can't keep up with her daily posts (and she even writes them in advance sometimes, crazy i know) to give u guys a scoop when it happens like she does. you are more than welcome to read her blog , just make sure you twist that knife as hard as you possibly can in my back if you do. since school is starting next week for my kiddos i thought trip down memory lane would be nice to recap my summer (or at least as its been seen through the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RING&lt;/span&gt; of this anchor - pic included for those novices to an anchor). started the summer (actually here it starts in may, but for the sake of an argument i will fast forward to june. between celebrating multiple anchor family (and extended family) birthdays, this anchor went camping. due to a lack of short term storage space in the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CROWN&lt;/span&gt; of this anchor i don't remember the name of where it was, but we had a blast. the kiddos/me/my pops/my umbro &amp;amp; his kiddos all went camping. got to ride for around 45 mins on the worst (known) road in az. we got to enjoy in others misery as we watched a drunk guy lose his balance, and fall off the side of the hill into the river. he was able to swim across to the other side right where we were, and he was also able to verify that his jack daniels was safe as he took even more chugs to verify with everyone. funny thing is that 45 mins down the road we got a chance to actually meet our entertainer when we stopped at the same local farmers market. he gave my kiddos both knuckles for not wearing a shirt like him in the store. as i waited for everyone to get back in the car from the pottie break to get back on the road he emerged from the farmers market victorious with a 36 pack (or some big box) of coors beer &amp;amp; 3 bags of ice. i am thinking may be i need to tak &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;STOCK&lt;/span&gt; in my life and see if an entertaining is really that important to me. the next day after getting back was fathers day, and the mrs's got me a ticket to go see my second fave baseball team the diamondbacks. ticket was for a july game (and hap pend to be the 2nd game for them right after hosting this years all star game (for which my wife didn't get me a ticket, and for which i am grateful after turning the game off around the 5th inning due to lack of interest). fast forward to july &amp;amp; the nite of the game. me &amp;amp; the same umbro from camping with went to the game together. best part of the game is watching the db's beat the dodgers after a 3 run homer. worst part(s) of the game where due to an elderly lady sitting next to me (these where great seats over by 3rd base by the way) talking with her friend the entire game about everyone they knew &amp;amp; their business. i enjoy ease dropping on those conversations from time to time, but i just wanted to watch the game. then there was a guy sitting behind me with a female friend (not sure to which capacity she was), but he decides this game he's the official college professor for baseball for her. so everything from getting a person out by catching a ball to what the pitch type was he talked about. got really really really old really fast, but i didn't &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHANK&lt;/span&gt; him even though the feelings where there. even got to re watch a classic film "fortress" after the game with my umbro. so then a week or so later comes my big trip. the play by play can be read at my wife's blog, so i will give u the heart and soul of our trip. this trip was me/my wife/&amp;amp; another umbro (not the one from baseball &amp;amp; camping). we traveled to my old stomp in grounds texas. found out that the stars at nite are really big &amp;amp; bright deep in the heart of that state, but that's for another day. had the privilege of riding in a car for around 3 out of the 5 days of traveling (to some that may sound like a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FLUKE&lt;/span&gt;, but not to me). got a chance to see my outlaws (although mama outlaw not as much as papa). got to witness a dear old friend (our friendship dates back to 7th grade when we met) get married &amp;amp; then drive 3 hours to walk in a parade in their honor (if anyone is interested in knowing about the wedding and reception let me know &amp;amp; i will post about it). got to see my little umbro &amp;amp; his fam, and most importantly got to eat texas bbq, which takes top precedent in my life over the rest. now that brings me up to current (most other details of happenings are either too boring or already blogged about elsewhere i'm sure u know where to look for those). since we ha vent hit aug yet then that means summer isn't over, so you may just see a future post about more happenings in the summer (or will you?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-4954324968442636974?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4954324968442636974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/summers-over-or-is-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/4954324968442636974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/4954324968442636974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/summers-over-or-is-it.html' title='summer&apos;s over (or is it?)'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bY1B_TEkoTg/TjUQ41mc_cI/AAAAAAAAAN0/WSPJF6ykWf0/s72-c/anchor-parts.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-236408416933983037</id><published>2011-07-07T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T20:28:52.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's my identity?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yPeou_-y9xA/ThZ5ZSiWluI/AAAAAAAAANs/gqJ175Hb34I/s1600/Samuel_Johnson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626818259825628898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yPeou_-y9xA/ThZ5ZSiWluI/AAAAAAAAANs/gqJ175Hb34I/s320/Samuel_Johnson.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks to censorship, what's left of my readers (i am going with the assumption that there is at least one person that reads this blogs besides me, although i have been wrong in the past), is left to read this post rather than my last one. apparently that one did not pass the blog test (didn't even know there was one either) so you are unfortunate to have to read this post instead. recently after watching a sponge bob episode i came to a realization. this realization got me thinking.... what is my identity? seems a simple questions at first, but after thinking and pondering about it for some years now, i've come to the conclusion that at this point in my life i have no real identity. growing up i really liked, actually loved skateboarding. it started when i was in elementary school, after being out of it for a little bit just picked it back up again in middle school, and stuck with it all the way through the first couple years of college. it consumed me all the time. everywhere i went skateboarding (even got so bad that church was included in this list) was at the front and center for me. for most of my life that was all i ate, drank, slept, &amp;amp; lived (with music being at the forefront as well). there was nothing else (as proven by my only girlfriend ever is my wife, and i still don't have a bachelors degree) that could take it's place. then i got my first girlfriend and she became my life (and still is today), and that became my identity. now that i've been married for 10 years with a couple kids my identity has become father &amp;amp; husband (which is nothing to sneeze @), but i feel like there is more to me than just those labels. when i asked the question to my wife the other day in hopes of something more enlightening than just those labels i got...... just those same labels. it seems this is my identity and there seems to be nothing else to create the passion that music and skateboarding did for me. i feel like if i had a better understanding of my true identity then i could finally figure out the most burning questions i have..... "what the heck am i supposed to do with myself as a career?" everyone i know seems to have this question answered and are either working in the field that suits them or working towards it (usually). i have a brother who is very artistic, and who in high school picked up a camera &amp;amp; started snapping photos for class. now he's running his small business as a photographer. there is a close friend who is probably one of the best i have ever seen with working kids. he loves playing and with them &amp;amp; teaching them. today he is of course a teacher and one i wish my kids could have had (when they where in public school). i wish so desperately to find that true passion again that i once had for skateboarding (there is still much love, but the passion isn't what it once was). i would hope that one day (hopefully sooner rather than later) i could find passion &amp;amp; turn that into my identity. if anyone has ideas about my current identity please leave me a comment so that i can use it to try &amp;amp; help me figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-236408416933983037?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/236408416933983037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/whats-my-identity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/236408416933983037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/236408416933983037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/whats-my-identity.html' title='what&apos;s my identity?'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yPeou_-y9xA/ThZ5ZSiWluI/AAAAAAAAANs/gqJ175Hb34I/s72-c/Samuel_Johnson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-1621289525783282137</id><published>2011-06-25T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T01:41:15.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sick days r here (again)!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLCpTpUYNJM/TgaTHASxuMI/AAAAAAAAANc/b95OoKz7NUw/s1600/Sinus-Infection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622342933365766338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLCpTpUYNJM/TgaTHASxuMI/AAAAAAAAANc/b95OoKz7NUw/s320/Sinus-Infection.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;this anchor has been out in the scorching heat way too much and has developed a bad sinus infection. i won't bore what's left of my faithful readers with those details, but since i'm down for count right now i wanted to do what all great bloggers (and the not so great bloggers - myself included in that category) post about when they have nothing to write about, or just do not feeling like thinking about something to write...... the top 10 list. without further ado (because my head is pounding right now) here is my current 10 top (in no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my mix cd's - i have made several recently, and that's almost all i've been able to listen to for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. HTVOD - i will let you figure that one out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Bottle Rocket / Rushmore - two of my ALL TIME fave films. after just listening to their soundtracks recently i've right back on the wagon watching them over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;Note to wes - PLEASE make something good for us soon i've been dying for something good since the royal tennenbaums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. dallas maves beating the heat for the nba title. ive never been much of a mavs fan after what cuban said about steve nash, but once they demolished the fakers, they've become my team (at least after the suns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. swimming pool - amy purchase a small above ground pool for the kiddos, but with it being so hot, im finding this anchor sinking into it at nite (after the sun goes down - cause this anchor has 2 shades of skin, see though &amp;amp; red lobster)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. a weekend without kids - for the first time since i believe we had kids, me the mrs's had a weekend alone after my folks took the kiddos for the weekend. this was to help us celebrate our 10 wonderful &amp;amp; most blissful years together in holy matrimony. i feel bad cause when we got married i had no money to take her on a honeymoon, and now 10 years later i have even less money and had to have her enjoy another stay cation. we enjoyed going out for 2 dates, had a pig look down my wife's shirt while we ate bbq, and watched some ufc while eating buffalo wings. i could do a whole post about those 3 days of bliss, but my wife beat me to the punch &amp;amp; wrote about it right after it happened. maybe next time i will beat her to the draw (actually i won't)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. michael scott's leaving of the office - i say this only because of how the show did it. i felt the transition of him leaving was done almost perfect, and the couple remaining episodes where good as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. eckhart tolle - recently some friends at work let me in on his writings, and ive found myself absorbed in them (of course i don't comprehend most of it, but i just blame that on the ego).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. super marios games for the wii - for our 10 year anniversary my wife got me the first 3 mario bro's games from the original nintendo. yes they have a 25 year disc game where those 3 games and 1 additional mario bro's game from super nintendo are all on 1 disc. i'm not the only one who's hooked on the brothers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. my wife - i don't like talking about her cause i usually get in trouble, but she's been working SO HARD lately that she deserves a shout out. she's been homeschooling our kiddos, keeping up with the house chores, driving me crazy with redecorating, cooking (occasionally), and to top it off taking care of me. not an ez chore by any measure, but im sure happy that she puts up with me (and when i say put up with i mean SHE REALLY PUTS UP WITH ME!!!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so in a nutshell, those are just the top 10 things i could think of right away without really thinking. please feel free to drop me a message (if there is still anyone left reading this blog), and let me know what's on your top 10 list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-1621289525783282137?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1621289525783282137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/sick-days-r-here-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/1621289525783282137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/1621289525783282137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/sick-days-r-here-again.html' title='sick days r here (again)!'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLCpTpUYNJM/TgaTHASxuMI/AAAAAAAAANc/b95OoKz7NUw/s72-c/Sinus-Infection.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-5881404128193215012</id><published>2011-06-20T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T17:16:18.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>questions?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q4Kpkuqj-AE/Tf_id1PfFCI/AAAAAAAAANU/bcX_hrwlXew/s1600/questions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 194px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620459862117782562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q4Kpkuqj-AE/Tf_id1PfFCI/AAAAAAAAANU/bcX_hrwlXew/s320/questions.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lately i've been asked some major questions pertaining to getting to know this anchor a bit better. not question's that have any real meaning like why are we here on earth? what happens when we die? where do babies come from (thank goodness the kiddo's haven't asked that one yet, cause i'm not really sure where this anchor is from (nor do i wish to find out)? no! the questions i've been asked as of late are: what superpower would u have if u could have any superpower? &amp;amp; where would i go if i could go on any vacation &amp;amp; money didn't matter? so i am going to use this forum to educate the few, the proud, the 5 reader's who are still the last men (and hopefully a woman or two) still left wasting their precious little time here on this earth seeking further knowledge &amp;amp; insight from this anchor. the questions are in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;q. what superpower would u have if u could have any superpower?&lt;br /&gt;a. i would have the superpower of being able to read people's thoughts. the main reason is cause i would like to finally know what my wife is really thinking about when she tells me "u really r a special person" or "does this dress make my backside look fat". i will use this power to finally be able to correctly identify both what she is saying but also when a question is presented where there is a consequence attached if i answer incorrectly hopefully will help me have the right response for her(cause heaven knows i don't have the right ones lately). i would also like to use this super power for the betterment of the male population. since as far as i know, NO MAN KNOWS WHAT A WOMEN WANTS, not even mel gibson. i would use this power to help interpret their thoughts to men (for a small fee of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;q. where would i go if i could go on any vacation &amp;amp; money didn't matter? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a. its a simple, hawaii. since a young anchor from back n da day i've always wanted to go to that paradise, and cause as far as i know i don't need a passport to travel there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;q. if u could have one wish (and wishing for more wishes isn't an option), what would u wish for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a. since i will already have the power to read women's thoughts i would wish for 1 day of being an attractive person. the reason is very simple, i'm ugly. i don't say this out for sympathy, but that is my reality (and has been so since i was born). i've always had the fine code's working against me. money is nice and so would be being really smart, but being beautiful trumps that. just look at all the no talented people who are on reality tv &amp;amp; and in pageants. i would like to see how much different people would treat me (and maybe get that raise).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;q. what talent would u have if u could have any talents?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a. going with the idea that i can read people's thoughts i would like the talent of being able to write and perform music. since a young anchor i always thought of being on stage performing for the masses. i have always wanted to write music that matters (like the ghost gambler's/newton gang/&amp;amp; the ampersandersons) and to be able to perform like they do as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;q. what would u like ur last meal to be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a. i'm going with texas bbq brisket (still haven't tasted anything that tops that).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;q. how did u make it 10 years being married (seriously i had someone ask me that when i told them about our current anniversary)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a. simple my wife puts up with me much more than any women could. i'm very confident had it been anyone else i married we wouldn't have even gotten married, cause they would have dropped me back to the bottom of whatever lake i came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think that's enuff of those important question's for the this time. hopefully u gained some insight into this anchor (and i don't blame u if u happen to be the reason when i post next there are only 2 readers of this blog left). if there is any question u would like to ask this anchor please do. no gurantees i will answer,but then i might u just never know. adios cinco amigos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-5881404128193215012?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5881404128193215012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/questions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/5881404128193215012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/5881404128193215012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/questions.html' title='questions?'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q4Kpkuqj-AE/Tf_id1PfFCI/AAAAAAAAANU/bcX_hrwlXew/s72-c/questions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-1199779843863052037</id><published>2011-06-01T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T22:38:25.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>victory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gMVhq46rxxM/TechwpGOjDI/AAAAAAAAANI/fFDG_hn6ke4/s1600/victory.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613492580090022962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gMVhq46rxxM/TechwpGOjDI/AAAAAAAAANI/fFDG_hn6ke4/s320/victory.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today was a special day, and not just for what you the fab five readers of this blog may have thought it was for... june 1 or the first day summer. although here in az it feels like summer 8 months out of the year. no! today was the day i celebrated diez anos with my wife. yes today for those who are not bilingual (as myself), was my (and my wife's) 10 year wedding anniversary. what a crazy 10 years its been. during this time we have moved between 2 diff states, had 2 kids with special needs (they get it from the mother's side of the family - jk rich dad), had my face removed, our oldest removed from public school and home schooled, some college &amp;amp; university degrees, divorce scare (sorry again chetman for that post), and a car engine almost blow up. crazy, yeah most would say that, but this anchor says its just another day in the life of an anchor. as the saying goes if it weren't for bad luck i would have no luck at all. although i would alter that quote a tad and say as long as i got my sweetheart with me then bring on the bad luck (and if you believe in the universe then you would know that the universe has brought me my fair share (and then some more) of bad luck). i know i wouldn't be where i am today without her in my life. not to get all emotional and chick flick style (cause u know this anchor don't play that way), but i am truly grateful to have her by my side helping me along the way of life. my biggest regret is that as an anchor i don't provide the lifestyle that the primadonna deserves. i can see this post is heading into julia roberts movie style, so before he water works begins i want to end this post by letting my wife know how much i love her (although she never reads my blog unless a call comes from the bosses that she needs to get on her to clean things up - refer for my april fool's day post for more on that) and am appreciative of her putting up my shenanigans. love ya sweetheart. happy anniversary, and i will make my next post on our 15 year anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-1199779843863052037?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1199779843863052037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/victory.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/1199779843863052037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/1199779843863052037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/victory.html' title='victory'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gMVhq46rxxM/TechwpGOjDI/AAAAAAAAANI/fFDG_hn6ke4/s72-c/victory.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-5587618901731963142</id><published>2011-04-27T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T16:18:24.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>open forum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-taOdxqZzyTA/TbikLpqyIXI/AAAAAAAAANA/Xn6joHzfQI0/s1600/open_forum_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 67px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600406656706027890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-taOdxqZzyTA/TbikLpqyIXI/AAAAAAAAANA/Xn6joHzfQI0/s320/open_forum_logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today i want to see how faithful my 3-5 followers are by turning over this post to u to fill in the blanks about me. if u would please fill in the blank that bests answers the question about this anchor from ur opinion:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think the anchor would be best suited for this line of work ___________________! any takers will make this anchor feel extra special (and it's needed now more than ever).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-5587618901731963142?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5587618901731963142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/open-forum.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/5587618901731963142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/5587618901731963142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/open-forum.html' title='open forum'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-taOdxqZzyTA/TbikLpqyIXI/AAAAAAAAANA/Xn6joHzfQI0/s72-c/open_forum_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-3426171476982242837</id><published>2011-04-16T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T23:01:24.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i got some tunes 4 u</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JWNGbo4zoZ8/TaqBrwM7e2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/hkXDsGON5T8/s1600/itunes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596428075634752354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JWNGbo4zoZ8/TaqBrwM7e2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/hkXDsGON5T8/s320/itunes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;honestly i am really bored tonight, and instead of going to bed and getting the much needed rest my body and mind really need right now i am going to see what will my mind think of to write for my loyal readers (all 5 of ya). the thought that keeps coming to my mind is to tell the masses of the historic event of finally getting my p.c. fixed after some evil doer sent an incredibly horrible virus to my p.c. that ended its life or so they thought. lucky this anchor is very blessed with some incredible friends that have some incredible talents (i am sure as i am writing this post there are several of my followers (around 5) that have some incredible talents as well). so i spent the day at some friends house playing rock band and getting my p.c. rid of the horrid virus which had plagued and worked on it's demise. after we (my friend doing all the work &amp;amp; me watching) got the old baby up and running again. after the o.s. there was 1 thing that had to go on first and that being the most important of any pc....... ITUNES! after being without itunes for several months my taste in music had started to wane and my ears needed a pick me up from all the garbage i was forced to listen i needed it and in a big way. i kept thinking about becoming a terrorist just so i could go over to guantanamo and listen to some better music. it was a very sad and dark time in my life not being with my tunes. so now i have my tunes back and my depression (although somewhat still there) is almost gone and the grey skies are clearing up for now. on that note, i am listening to some new tunes and u can't wipe the smile off this anchor (at least for now). &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-3426171476982242837?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3426171476982242837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-got-some-tunes-4-u.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/3426171476982242837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/3426171476982242837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-got-some-tunes-4-u.html' title='i got some tunes 4 u'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JWNGbo4zoZ8/TaqBrwM7e2I/AAAAAAAAAM4/hkXDsGON5T8/s72-c/itunes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-3923151437765375173</id><published>2011-04-04T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T21:25:54.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i want my time back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9OHqFwouqQ4/TZqZuolnd3I/AAAAAAAAAMw/bzhR8LWVLMk/s1600/butler%2B2011.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9OHqFwouqQ4/TZqZuolnd3I/AAAAAAAAAMw/bzhR8LWVLMk/s320/butler%2B2011.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591950913782118258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the title of my post today is the best way i can describe how this past men's ncaa (no one watches the women, especially if its notre dame and tx a&amp;amp;m) basketball tournament went. i'm not saying that cause none of the teams i picked made it to the big dance, but because almost every game i watched was either a blowout or a close game but played really poorly. there was some great moments as there always is, but overall it was really one bad team advancing over a decent  to mediocre team. my final four picks where ohio state vs. duke and kansas vs. ucla with ohio state and kansas playing for the championship and kansas taking it all. to my credit i think any combination of those teams tonight would have been better than what i witnessed tonight with butler vs. uconn. come to think of it i would have rather watched a youth center game with 10 years old trying to learn the sport than the game tonight. if i was brad stevens i would have my team (and possibly even staff) put on a suicide watch for at least tonight possibly longer, and tomorrow morning i would have the team go back to a youth center and relearn how to make a bucket,block out for rebounds, and make free throws. start them off with the basics (appears to be much needed after what i witnessed) and then have them do lay up drills.  the only highlight for me tonight when i was watching the game (and not doing chores to keep myself awake) was listening to the announcers and commentators try to say and do anything to keep people wanting to keep watching the game cause of how bad it was. i know now that thanks to tonight's championship game that in a little less than a year when march madness kicks off again there is going to be some majors changes to ncaa basketball to make sure a game like tonight's doesn't happen again. good night and good luck to those guards posted outside the butler mens team hotel rooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590817582052719922-3923151437765375173?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3923151437765375173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-want-my-time-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/3923151437765375173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/3923151437765375173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-want-my-time-back.html' title='i want my time back!'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9OHqFwouqQ4/TZqZuolnd3I/AAAAAAAAAMw/bzhR8LWVLMk/s72-c/butler%2B2011.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-2799148958002752442</id><published>2011-04-02T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T10:21:47.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a response to my previous post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gIa9wj3bC_s/TZdbG8OhroI/AAAAAAAAAMo/7-nNQAB6-Jg/s1600/chickenfools.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gIa9wj3bC_s/TZdbG8OhroI/AAAAAAAAAMo/7-nNQAB6-Jg/s320/chickenfools.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591037637208157826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i stated in my previous post that i would give my 5 readers a quick update before i move out of my house. so before i move out today (for my own security now) i would like to say (as if my 5 readers didn't already know) happy april fools day. yes this anchor is happily hunkered down with his wife who in a couple months we will be celebrating 10 year of marital bliss (and some not so martial blissful moments). i want to apologize to the chetman for shaking up his march 31 evening with the post. i do appreciate the concern, and sorry that my last post cut into his nice evening with his folks. hope they enjoy there stay with you (and hopefully no muggings will occur on ur watch). i must admit my wife and father n law almost got me on april fool day by using my post against. luckily for me, my wife can't keep a straight face when she's trying to prank me, but like i told her there is always next year. so i hope this clears the air on yet another april fools day come and gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. - steph - luckily for me our couch is really comfortable right now, but i think the payback will be when the kids are running around waking me up before dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590817582052719922-2799148958002752442?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2799148958002752442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/response-to-my-previous-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/2799148958002752442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/2799148958002752442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/response-to-my-previous-post.html' title='a response to my previous post'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gIa9wj3bC_s/TZdbG8OhroI/AAAAAAAAAMo/7-nNQAB6-Jg/s72-c/chickenfools.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-6980529252457689164</id><published>2011-03-31T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T20:16:28.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some bad news</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zJuZciuddKI/TZUu8QTSheI/AAAAAAAAAMg/-CWR0I1gY4Y/s1600/938-010divorce-posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zJuZciuddKI/TZUu8QTSheI/AAAAAAAAAMg/-CWR0I1gY4Y/s320/938-010divorce-posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590426125153240546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this anchor always look at best in situations (or at least as much as i possibly can), but im afraid i have troubling news. after a heated discussion last night with my wife, she has this anchor to dock at another harbor. seems my attitude of a late, and some stupid choices i made recently where enuff to put her over the top.i know im not perfect (as perfect as any anchor can be i guess), but i guess i didn't realize how bad things had gotten. i am going to wait till sat to move out so as to not upset the kids school week. still not sure how to break the news to them yet, but i still have a little bit more time to figure that out. if any of my 5 readers read this post keep this anchor in your prayers and thoughts. things are going to get real ruff on the open seas. also if any of the readers know of cheap housing that's a real plus right now as well. i will keep u posted on all updates. i know things will get better, just not sure when. for my five dear readers please pray for me. i truly appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590817582052719922-6980529252457689164?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6980529252457689164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/some-bad-news.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/6980529252457689164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/6980529252457689164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/some-bad-news.html' title='some bad news'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zJuZciuddKI/TZUu8QTSheI/AAAAAAAAAMg/-CWR0I1gY4Y/s72-c/938-010divorce-posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-7591515527483619768</id><published>2011-03-19T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T13:52:51.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>march madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9W5PxrlU09M/TYUWPmQZycI/AAAAAAAAAMY/G_9Ocq2RLls/s1600/march.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 173px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9W5PxrlU09M/TYUWPmQZycI/AAAAAAAAAMY/G_9Ocq2RLls/s320/march.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585895370046163394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as u can tell by the title it is the month of march, and madness has begun (and not just for ncaa hoops). this past week was spring break, and now the madness will ensue. i have had from last friday (march 11) till tomorrow (march 20) off of work to spend some time with foreign creatures known as my children. now this time off was supposed to be down time for me (since i haven't had a vacation for several years), but little did i know what was to be in store this week. at the last minute (sat march12) got a call from my mom to say why don't u and kids come on down to their house where we can have a family gathering. let me back up things up just a few before i touch base on the family gathering. my wife's hooptie, i mean vehicle broke down the week before and so we used my car to get me to work (@ 4 in the morn), and pick her up from work (@7 at night). all the while making sure the kids got to where they needed to be at the same time. crazy week indeed. word came back that week from our mechanic that the car was done for. the cost to fix the car was about 10 times the cost of the car itself. so back to sat the 12th we get a company to give us 200 bones for the car &amp;amp; they towed it from the dealership from where the car had been parked all week due to being broken down. now back to the phone call from my mom to come to their place for the weekend. my wife had to stay back due to we would be there till tuesday (march the 15th) and she had to work on monday. so me and the boys where able to pick a ride with one of my older bro's and his fam who headed up on sunday. my younger bro and his fam traveled from texas to be here for spring break. they got in sat night, and my oldest bro and his fam traveled to my parents house on friday, so both of them and their fams were already there when we arrived sun morn. so many things happened from sunday through tues with myself and all my fam, that i am only gonna give a few highlights. the first one is that almost everyone was sick, so needless to say i got sick as well and have been sick this week. only fevers and bad headaches, no nausea (thank goodness). on monday we went as the johnson clan to goldwater lake in prescott (one of this anchor's old jobsites). did some hiking around the lake and threw snowballs. there were several couples out there walking their dogs around the lake, and there was an english bulldog which i fell in love with. she was so cute and smart. as soon as one of boys went by her she'd run for her life. tuesday was travel to anthem and have a day at the park celebrating my nephews upcoming b-day. so spent the day at the park and then went to the asu vs. ok sooners baseball game that evening with my dad, my bros and their older kids and me and my kiddos. game was great (what i could see between making potty trips for my kids and fighting cousins). wed and thurs i was home in bed for the most part still trying to get over being sick. watched some netflix with the kids and played wii. now i am feeling better today (sat march19th) but now my supposed down time will come to an end tomorrow and the madness of work will begin again. after writing this blog for my final four blog readers i think just trying to keep up with my bracket is a vacation in itself. till next time go kansas (who i picked to take it all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590817582052719922-7591515527483619768?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7591515527483619768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-madness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/7591515527483619768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/7591515527483619768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-madness.html' title='march madness'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9W5PxrlU09M/TYUWPmQZycI/AAAAAAAAAMY/G_9Ocq2RLls/s72-c/march.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-4017234811915307642</id><published>2011-03-04T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T17:14:56.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>not sure about this post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tqm6ZbtcIRE/TXGMowmt0GI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/vNrpY6Bkh3s/s1600/talent.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tqm6ZbtcIRE/TXGMowmt0GI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/vNrpY6Bkh3s/s320/talent.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580396045158699106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i am sitting on this beautiful backside i was blessed with i am having a hard time trying to find a good idea that i should post about. my thoughts first go to things that are currently happening with me, but as u may (or may not) know my wife blogs ad nausea about those things and i don't want to bore, i mean go back over those things. my thoughts then turn to those burning questions that will solve all mankind's ill. for those who know me know those thoughts never make it upstairs. i finally decided to write about a thought that i've had for many years, and have tried to like a mad man to try to prove it wrong, but to no avail as of yet. that thought is (seriously) about how a man such as myself could get by w/out any real talent. i know u may (or maybe not) know but i was born without any real talents. i've been told by wife (and couple others) that i can talk. not sure where that will help w/the exception of being a politician. since i  don't have the talents of being able to screw everybody around me over for my own gain w/out even giving it a second thought, a drinking problem, or the ability to able to lie about everything. i'm thinking politician is outta the question. i don't write about this topic for sympathy's sake. i truly feel life this and pretty much prove it everyday. u may wonder what does this anchor think constitutes a talent these days (since most people out don't seem to have talent, but yet are somehow able to make it). i know they even have a show called "america's got talent". i won't hold it against u if u've never heard of it or watched cause from the couple of times i've have the misfortune of watching most of the acts reminded me of myself and my lack of talent. the anchor is looking at charlie sheen and his talent for not dying (cause it's for amateurs) and having tiger blood and all all i can think about is why not me? i'm not sure what talent the anchor would love to have, had things been differently and i was born with a talent. there are too many talents out there to start listing them all in this little post, but i think all 5 of my beloved blog readers know what talents are. although being able to fly or have x-ray vision would come in handy. i gotta end this post now cause i'm being told by the powers that be i've been spending too much time bloggin and not spending enough time working on developing a talent. so i leave u with  a quote by someone who does nothing but be a winner using his talents (don't think they are god given though), charlie sheen "I have real fame. They have nothing. They have zero. They have that night and I will forget about them as the last image of them exits my beautiful home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590817582052719922-4017234811915307642?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4017234811915307642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/not-sure-about-this-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/4017234811915307642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/4017234811915307642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/not-sure-about-this-post.html' title='not sure about this post'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tqm6ZbtcIRE/TXGMowmt0GI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/vNrpY6Bkh3s/s72-c/talent.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-192742214696264555</id><published>2011-02-12T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T17:21:35.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sicko</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dhg9-7qm70Q/TVcyExyr7II/AAAAAAAAAMI/grXZeoeygfc/s1600/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 176px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dhg9-7qm70Q/TVcyExyr7II/AAAAAAAAAMI/grXZeoeygfc/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572978121561074818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the title is not for the michael moore movie, but to me over the past few days (and some would add for most of my life, but those people aren't part of the elite group of 5 that read this blog, so forget them). it started last friday (the friday prior to yesterday) when my youngest kid took a nap in the afternoon. a nap being something they haven't done for many years. that should have been my first clue something was coming down the pike. that very same night they got a fever as well. on sat the wife stayed home with the youngin so me and my other kiddo could go to my uncle's casa, and see my cousin and his family from the great state of texas. the shin dig was amazing with some of the best food i've eaten in a long time. when leaving the sworay i received a call from the wife saying that she had a sore throat and was starting to get aches in her lower joints. i headed home not thinking of the problem that lay ahead. sunday comes, and the wife is burning up with a fever and feeling achy in all her joints now. this was super bowl sunday and i spent the day taking care of the kiddos who by now had both been running fevers, coughing, and being the usual thorn in my side with their fighting and arguing. by sunday night the mrs's couldn't even get outta bed without my help so i took off monday to take care of the kids while she rested (the kids where to do the same since they are sick n all, but that's another post in itself). on tuesday when i got home it was the same things as before but working even harder to not get myself sick. wed morning i wake up to go to work, only now i've got a sore throat. while i am at work my knees begin to give way in pain and my lower joints start to ache. the scary thing is i know whats coming, so i ask to leave early to stop from further exposing anyone else to it. similar to a werewolf when the full moon starts, i felt this sickness start and progress as the day went. that morning as it grew inside me and thought i knew what i was in for. little did i know..... wed, thurs, fri, and now sat i would be almost completely bed ridden with the flu. luckily i have only had 1 night so far where i spent the evening praying to the porcelain god. all my joints ache, i have horrible coughing fits, and an incredible amount of pain in my chest and back area. for the rest of the my symptoms you can read the poem:&lt;span style="color: rgb(35, 23, 249);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;I Cannot Go To School Today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;by Shel Silverstein&lt;/span&gt;. a classic. after being in bed for almost all day today decided i would write this post to let the last 5 readers of this blog know i am still alive (as much as i may not feel like it right now). i can now feel the fever start to creep up but i must wait another hour to go by so i can my meds and go to bed. hopefully by the time i post again i will have gotten over this flu, but not with the help of a silver bullet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590817582052719922-192742214696264555?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/192742214696264555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/sicko.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/192742214696264555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/192742214696264555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/sicko.html' title='sicko'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dhg9-7qm70Q/TVcyExyr7II/AAAAAAAAAMI/grXZeoeygfc/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-231507138442254570</id><published>2011-02-01T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T15:37:41.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a corona commercial day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/TUiZJEIIeQI/AAAAAAAAAL8/FR4AQTvgy0s/s1600/hammock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 138px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/TUiZJEIIeQI/AAAAAAAAAL8/FR4AQTvgy0s/s320/hammock.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568869320249342210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i normally don't talk about my day to day (mainly as not to bore the dwindling 5 readers i still have (if i still do)), but today was a doozi. i have 2 kids with disabilities so i try to be more understanding when it comes to rough days, but today was one for the books, or should i use the lame joke, blog. your right i shouldn't. so to start things off today i was starting in a new dept at work with a new manager and new team. so to my surprise when im in the middle of training and get a call from my older kids school. it's non other than the dean of students or what we referred to in my days as the assistant principal. he was calling just to make sure i knew that my kid was now suspended from riding the bus for running around while the bus was in motion, and that because of his behavior at school i would need to come down to the school and sit with him. im sure my response was met with the same surprise as his call to me when i said no. because of the things happening at my work and training i couldn't leave. i told him i would contact my wife and see if she would be able to come down and sit with our child. i called my wife and let her know what was going on and she let me know that she would do no such thing. after letting the dean of students know her of move to not come down cause she was on her way to work he decided he wouldn't be outdone, and suspend our child for 2 days. fast forward to a little later in my morning  after my wife picked up our child and was home getting ready to go back to work with our offspring in tow and as she is telling me whats been going on i get another call from a school. this time it's our younger child who apparently is having some trouble as well. the teacher wanted to let me know that she didn't know what to do after this younger kiddo was banging his head on the wall, breaking the pen needed to do work, refusing to do any work, and then if that wasn't enough, dancing around the room and screaming. i requested to speak to this kiddo, who i refused to do so. all i could hear in the background was this child telling the teacher "no, i don't wanna talk to daddy". i let the teacher know to let em know of the repercussions if the day was not turned around. thinking this is it i can now go back and focus on my new job and finish up my training for the day. a little bit later i get yet another call. it's my wife again, and she lets me know that she now has a lunch break for a few hours at work ( a daycare center) because this kiddo in all his brilliance took a bike from outside on the playground and rode it around the hallways at her work. so she was able to get a break till i was able to get off work and come by to get this thorn in our sides, i mean beautiful, wonderful, well behaved child. after that call i just turned my phone off. fast forward to after school for the younger child, and i go to talk to the teacher to see if this one was at least able to turn it around (unlike the older sibling), and to my dismay (not really) they were unable to . they refused to do any work and was being just as stubborn as the mommy anchor, i mean this papa anchor. so now im here writing about this day while they both sit in their perspective time out spots, stripped of their privileges and freedom. all i can think about are those cornona commercials where there is a couple sitting in chairs or hammocks on a deserted island away from everything looking out into the ocean from a beach. i don't drink alcohol, but thinking of these commercials combined with a day like mine, i can start to see why people drink (especially corona). i ask if your one of my faithful readers and have any suggestions that can help me get some serenity, please do. i am in desperate need of some serenity right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590817582052719922-231507138442254570?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/231507138442254570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/corona-commercial-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/231507138442254570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/231507138442254570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/corona-commercial-day.html' title='a corona commercial day'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/TUiZJEIIeQI/AAAAAAAAAL8/FR4AQTvgy0s/s72-c/hammock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-5034971651698657761</id><published>2011-01-28T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T15:57:56.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the wait is over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/TUNX7GUDR8I/AAAAAAAAAL0/q3T4KSy9Tvk/s1600/wait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/TUNX7GUDR8I/AAAAAAAAAL0/q3T4KSy9Tvk/s320/wait.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567390237178677186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/TUNXWDUQxvI/AAAAAAAAALs/PRqLZWv0znk/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you read it right my loyal 7 (probably down to just 3-4 now) readers. i am back in 2011. i bet u thought the yankees losing would be the last you'd read from me (and you probably wanted it to be as well), but your wrong. After a small hiatus im back to lead the way in bad blogs for 2011. survived x-mas, few illnesses, and even some weight loss, all to start off the new year. my wife, i mean santa made the bog mistake of getting the nintendo wii (under the guise of it being a gift for the kids) for x-mas. ever since then this evil item has ripped time and energy from both my wife and me playing super mario bros. most of the time we are having to threaten each other with the cops being called (and the chance of being on tv) to get a turn. all the while the kids are maintaining the residence and taking care of the adult responsibilities. i don't want to bore u anymore than i already have (i can't afford to lose anymore readers). so i will end this one, and hope that the next post will be chalked full of wisdom for each and everyone of my readers (all 3 possibly 4 if im lucky). please drop me a note if you have any suggestions for me to write about, cause i am currently at zero. i do ask that math not be on the list, i know no matter i can't make math interesting n matter how hard i try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590817582052719922-5034971651698657761?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5034971651698657761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/wait-is-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/5034971651698657761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/5034971651698657761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/wait-is-over.html' title='the wait is over'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/TUNX7GUDR8I/AAAAAAAAAL0/q3T4KSy9Tvk/s72-c/wait.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-3106388149605970989</id><published>2011-01-20T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T15:35:05.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>guess who's back in 2011???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/TTjFq269YrI/AAAAAAAAALk/XZGjp-iyH18/s1600/mystery_man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/TTjFq269YrI/AAAAAAAAALk/XZGjp-iyH18/s320/mystery_man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564414679704232626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;answer forth coming, and soon (or maybe not)!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590817582052719922-3106388149605970989?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3106388149605970989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/guess-whos-back-2011.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/3106388149605970989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/3106388149605970989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/guess-whos-back-2011.html' title='guess who&apos;s back in 2011???'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/TTjFq269YrI/AAAAAAAAALk/XZGjp-iyH18/s72-c/mystery_man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-748739613698649380</id><published>2010-11-03T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T18:24:35.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/TNILRwzGaQI/AAAAAAAAALY/fGjYCBgE0rk/s1600/yanks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535499291776674050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/TNILRwzGaQI/AAAAAAAAALY/fGjYCBgE0rk/s320/yanks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well a few things have taken place since my last post. the yankees lost their way to the world series this year, and by default my next favorite team became the giants. i watched almost all the games of the world series, and have to say that im very disappointed. for starters the rangers where a beast against the yankees, only to lay down and do next to nothing against the giants. cliff lee who was the talk of the town (besides lincecum) faded into almost nothing status in the series. it was sad cause as bad as i wanted to see the rangers lose for what they did to the yankees, i wanted to see cliff lee pitch like he had against the yankees series. i was hoping to see a 7 game series come down to extra innings. oh well oh well. the one great thing about the series was the giants bull pen. i only knew lincecum, and was blown away more by cain &amp;amp; bumgarner than lincecum. there is always next year for the yanks to redeem themselves (and add cliff lee to their bull pen). as far as other things that have happened, i had a b-day, and like all the others before, just a reminder to me of another year down with nothing to show for it. although i do prefer a year like this last one more so than the one from 2008. that's when i had surgery and my boys where diagnosed as special needs as well as some other fun things i chose to not be reminded of. the suns my b-ball team are showing they may be @ 500 this season. now keep in mind i will be glad if they make 500, and the sad thing is that they where in the conference finals last year. the cardinals are right there just under 500 this season. the reason for the sports talk is that it's broughten the most happiness to me lately. sad but true. friends and fam are excluded from this list cause u guys should already know where u rank on my list (towards the bottom for some). had a house warming party which was awesome. had my bros &amp;amp; there fams as well as my parents and my grandma all over. bbq some burgers &amp;amp; doggs and enjoyed college football while the kids ransacked the house destroying everything in their path. it was great. well i got nothing else now. as u can see nothing of excitement has been going on with me. and for me that's a good thing. seems when things get exciting it's usually not a good thing. i know the election just took place and of course i voted so i can complain about how things continue to be the same, for which i am confident they will continue to be (just being a realist). sorry for the boring post. hopefully i will have more exciting tings next time. adios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-748739613698649380?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/748739613698649380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/748739613698649380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/748739613698649380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/TNILRwzGaQI/AAAAAAAAALY/fGjYCBgE0rk/s72-c/yanks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-5438025853398144958</id><published>2010-09-24T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T18:15:40.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the weight is over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/TJ1M9PHaZaI/AAAAAAAAALQ/5q3PIMG-VMA/s1600/losing+weight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520653333139449250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/TJ1M9PHaZaI/AAAAAAAAALQ/5q3PIMG-VMA/s320/losing+weight.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to all my 7 readers, i am back (at least for the time being)! i know you've been waiting on bended knee to hear the latest nonsense from me, and i'm sorry to say that this post probably won't be worth the wait, or should i say weight. saying that "life has been a little crazy lately" is nothing short of the understatement of the year for me. the past 2 months have provided more excitement (not in a good way) than i have had in all my life. the unfortunate thing for you the reader is that my wife has already blogged at ad nausea about it so much that i will spare you the details. if your interested in the details go read her blog (nothing brings her more happiness that to look at the bottom of her blog at the "executive desk" to see how many have looked at her blog). the sad thing is that that even with her being with me or the kids, she would still rather be looking at that, and her blog than us. onto what i was going to post about today. the subject of my post today is about a milestone that took place in my life (to show you how sad my life is) about a week ago. i accomplished something that i had failed to do on many occasions prior. i went for a whole year without a soda (2 sips that took place in an emergency situations only). i have substituted soda in my life with more water and juices. the sad thing is that with such an accomplishment, my body figure is probably in the worst shape. i would have thought that giving up something that is so loaded with sugar (very delicious sugar) and has no real health benefit i would have at least dropped a few pounds or lost some of my gut, but to my dismay this hasn't happened. i am now trying to figure out what other alterations are needed in order to lose some of this gut. if any of my 7 readers have ideas beside the usual eat healthier and exercise (although i'm pretty sure that would for do it), please let me know (i'm all ears or should i say eyes as i will more than likely be reading them. it feels good to be back guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-5438025853398144958?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5438025853398144958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/weight-is-over.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/5438025853398144958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/5438025853398144958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/weight-is-over.html' title='the weight is over'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/TJ1M9PHaZaI/AAAAAAAAALQ/5q3PIMG-VMA/s72-c/losing+weight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-2719738636266778214</id><published>2010-08-07T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T22:25:48.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>p.s. action movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/TF4_0lWqhNI/AAAAAAAAALA/PaHGn3q-LXE/s1600/expendable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502905967306245330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/TF4_0lWqhNI/AAAAAAAAALA/PaHGn3q-LXE/s320/expendable.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;after finally going to sleep last night and, making it through today i realized that there was a couple of things that i forgot to mention while blogging last night in a sleep like state. first thing is why, why, why don't the action stars ever pick up a gun after shooting or killing a bad guy? why? it seems like a no brain er to me to go and grab the gun after killing a bad guy. just common sense. the other thing is why do the bad guys almost always have bigger and better weapons than the good guys. i don't know if it's a way to level the playing field by giving the villains the better looking and bigger weapons. you know the villain is going to lose anyway why give them the better weapons. i always like in predator how all the guys in the troop had incredible looking weapons, and it wasn't as if one of the guys had a sweeter weapon than the next. give both beside great weapons so when they shooting or battling each other it looks really cool. anyway this is just a little post script while the night is a lot younger than last night, and my mind is working at the turtles pace (instead of a snails like pace last night).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-2719738636266778214?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2719738636266778214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/ps-action-movies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/2719738636266778214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/2719738636266778214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/ps-action-movies.html' title='p.s. action movies'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/TF4_0lWqhNI/AAAAAAAAALA/PaHGn3q-LXE/s72-c/expendable.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-1677979654482608743</id><published>2010-08-07T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T01:35:27.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>action movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/TF0ar0vtN9I/AAAAAAAAAK4/_qEwTrw21n4/s1600/chuck.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 167px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502583659912050642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/TF0ar0vtN9I/AAAAAAAAAK4/_qEwTrw21n4/s320/chuck.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know that the 7 readers of this blog are as excited as me(maybe even more)for the upcoming action mega flick "the expendables". it's no secret that i love action flicks more than just about any other film genre, and with this film coming out i knew what i needed to blog about.... action films. the past couple weeks action films have consumed my free time (what little i have) re watching these action movies i've seen quite a few times in me life. for me good action movies have no expiration date. so i love to watch them over and over. now with that set up, you know how i feel about action films, now its time for me to let the 7 readers of this brilliant (if i should say so myself) blog to unleash my gripes that i have just about most action movies. the first thing is why does the action star whether it's chuck norris (the master), steven seagal (next in command), arnold schwarzenegger (the fallen star), sylvester stallone (yes rocky was a mistake), jean claude van damme (jcvd), or any other action star throw there gun, and fight the villain with their hands or feet? my thought has always been just shoot them, and get it over with. a little fighting is cool no doubt, but they always over draw the fight scene, and all they have to do is just shoot them. i enjoy the shootouts more anyways. the only movie i can think of off the top of my head is open range where kevin costner (not an action star) shoots the guy in head right after he announces that he was the guy who killed his friend. i wish there were more 1 liners in these films. there is always a few, but i want (no demand) more. who wouldn't want to hear lines like this "Senator Vernon Trent: You can take that to the bank! Mason Storm: I'm gonna take you to the bank, Senator Trent. To the blood bank!"? classic! there needs to be more violence and less adult oriented relations. these are actions movies not chick flicks. leave the lovey dovey to j lo movies, and have these guys (and gals) kick more "watch your mouth". my final complaint that i have with action flicks is why not have these stars keep there shirts on???? without fail there is at least one scene if not more where the star has to take the shirt off for no reason. i know there are ladies out there that love these types of movies (i believe it's the same amount readers as this blog), but it never has anything to do with the movie. an example of this is the great action film predator where as the action stars get deeper into the jungle the more the guys take off the shirts for no reason. anyway it's after 1am and i need sleep (not like action stars) so i'm ending this post, but if the 7 readers of this action packed blog would like to share any thoughts about action movies please do. "i'm all ears" see if you can guess which action that quote came from, its another classic. please no mel gibson's quotes (if you where thinking it) as funny as they are, this is a kid friendly blog. good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesinature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590817582052719922-1677979654482608743?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1677979654482608743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/action-movies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/1677979654482608743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/1677979654482608743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/action-movies.html' title='action movies'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/TF0ar0vtN9I/AAAAAAAAAK4/_qEwTrw21n4/s72-c/chuck.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-3782947369349188573</id><published>2010-07-23T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T21:57:45.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/TEpyQag3YOI/AAAAAAAAAKw/8sQcCEfoSr8/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 139px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497331921479753954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/TEpyQag3YOI/AAAAAAAAAKw/8sQcCEfoSr8/s320/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love sports, which is nothing new for the 7 readers of this blog. whether it's the nba, nfl, mlb, tennis, fifa, nhl, etc the greatest triumph for any of teams or players involved is for them to win the championship in their area or sport. after the victory of winning the championship there comes the continuous roaring cheers from the crowd, and the downpour from the champagne being sprayed everywhere, These are rituals that are part of the thrill of the victory. with that introduction, i know your either checking another blog by now or sitting on the edge of your seat wondering what's the anchor gonna say next after that. we'll i am married to a wonder women who's feelings of great accomplishment &amp;amp; having won a championship comes from winning awards for her blog. as you know by now if your reading this blog, there is no awards coming this way to the blog anytime soon. i like to think of my blog as the troma to my wife and her fellow blogger's blogs as hollywood. that's just for comparisons only, and for a little disclaimer, from my thoughts only. not really is my blog anywhere near as cool as troma. i had to throw that out there for legal compliance. my wife won a blog award for something or another, and as part of her award she had to list 7 things about her. so with that thought in mind, i thought how cool would it be to open up this great exterior of an anchor, and share with my 7 followers 7 things about me that they may not (or may) know. i love steven seagal movies, just kidding. i really do love seagal's movies almost as much as one of my fellow followers stephanie (but not quite as much), but with all my posts on the subject you should already know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the first thing about me is that i am truly convinced that in a past life i was a musician of some sorts. unfortunately it's not this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i have zero talents (seriously)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i am a 80's fanatic. i love the shows/music/movies/pop culture/literature/and sports of the 80's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. even though it's not quite the 80's, i am an unabashed fan of saved by the bell. going back to when it was good morning miss bliss, to the college years, and the wedding in vegas. i didn't like new class though, but even watched it most the time just because. i even read dustin diamond's book "behind the bell". which if you read my post about it know it's not worth your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i am an eagle scout. that was my first real accomplishment in my life to that time (and it came in just under my 18th b-day). see told ya i have no talent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. something current about me is that i really love listening to those mel gibson's taped phone calls. as bad as the content is on them, they are hours of endless laughs (for those like me and mel who are going to he double hockey sticks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. this one i am turning over to my wife as a guest columnist (since she's the one with blog awards) to finish out this post, here you go&lt;br /&gt;Jodie lacks confidence in himself. He has so many abilities and a great sense of humor. He's also a great husband - he does most of the cleaning and laundry, and cooks dinner every weeknight. I think he should give himself more credit, and if he feels he has no talents, then he should do something about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there you go. 7 things for my 7 readers that you may or may not have known about me. now amy is $100.00 richer after writing that glowing review of me. so as they say at the end of each episode of cribs, time for you to get out. till next time people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590817582052719922-3782947369349188573?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3782947369349188573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/3782947369349188573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/3782947369349188573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/7.html' title='7'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/TEpyQag3YOI/AAAAAAAAAKw/8sQcCEfoSr8/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-1725185041089299449</id><published>2010-07-11T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T17:37:18.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>world cup 2014</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/TDphGqDc9tI/AAAAAAAAAKg/tdpCrsClmxU/s1600/soccer_face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492809462527620818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/TDphGqDc9tI/AAAAAAAAAKg/tdpCrsClmxU/s320/soccer_face.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;every four years the whole world comes together to watch, and fight about fifa world cup soccer. now that all the hype, excitement, and my wallet being $4.00 lighter is now over for the 2010 world cup its time to reflect on what changes can be made to help improve this tournment for 2014. as i pondered this question over the past month or so i have come to the conclusion that they have to level the playing field (no pun intended) for all teams involved. i wondered how this could be done in such a manner that all the teams (in the world) would feel as if their team has the same fighting chance as all the others. there can only be one way to level that playing that field for all. this idea i know my not be perfect, but i feel all leaders (and dictators) from kim jung il, fidel castro, chancellor merkel, and the rest would be on board once it's presented to them. what i propose is this for the 2014 fifa world cup tournment: we will have all the teams of the world come together to create one uber soccer / futbol team, and they will compete against non other than chuck norris. i know that the $$$$ will down cause after one game with chuck there will be no one else left standing. so ad revenue as well as ticket sales for multiple games will be more of a thing of the past. a plus is that their would be no vuvuzela's, cause chuck will only allow the sounds of grunts and groans as he destroys all those on the field with him (refs are included which isn't such a bad thing). we all know that four years isn't time for the world to put together a team that could withstand the awesome force of chuck, but we got to start somewhere. with all that being said about 2014, i leave you with a piece of advice i wish someone would have told me prior to this year's world cup "don't ever bet on portugal or uruguay". i could have saved some $$$ ($4.00 to be exact) this year. congrats to those who bet on spain, you bet wisely (this time around), but for 2014 i'm putting all my $$$ on chuck (if the world thinks there ready for the slaughter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. notice this has nothing to do with the prior post:&lt;br /&gt;our thoughts and prayers are with rich dad (one of the six/seven readers of this great blog) as you get better and recover. we love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/TDphTBy31mI/AAAAAAAAAKo/w2VS1BosamE/s1600/chuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492809675058959970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/TDphTBy31mI/AAAAAAAAAKo/w2VS1BosamE/s320/chuck.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-1725185041089299449?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1725185041089299449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/world-cup-2014.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/1725185041089299449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/1725185041089299449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/world-cup-2014.html' title='world cup 2014'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/TDphGqDc9tI/AAAAAAAAAKg/tdpCrsClmxU/s72-c/soccer_face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-6932288366909267776</id><published>2010-07-04T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T10:31:33.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/TDDFTe1Be5I/AAAAAAAAAKY/e6W3yE-ovKM/s1600/BeenBusy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490104884248279954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/TDDFTe1Be5I/AAAAAAAAAKY/e6W3yE-ovKM/s320/BeenBusy1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;happy 4th of july to all 7 readers of this blog. yes we have grown to 7 readers (or so i've been told by a select few). so welcome aboard all 7 readers. hope we are all enjoying the birthday of our country. it's been sometime since i last posted (over a month to be exact), and life for me has been very busy. starting towards the end of may, and going into the june there where visits from three good old friends. to find out more about those visits you can read my wife's blog. with those visits, and some traveling to family's homes for other events life has been very busy for me. so for today i will keep it short and sweet. i am trying to get back into the swing of things. last night i was supposed to go and see the dbacks play against the dodgers. after eating some grub with a friend, i boarded the light rail to head towards chase field to see the game. things went all wrong shortly after leaving the restaurant. right before i got on to light rail, my wife called, and asked me to talk to my son because threw his drink out the window just because he spilled a little bit of it. i spoke to him about it, but had to cut him short cause my gut was telling me something was wrong. after i got onto the light rail i sat there feeling this sensation that i feel every few months or so, and that is............. throwing up. yes, right on the light rail i threw up all over myself. fortunately i was able to get off at the next stop, and got back on to a different light rail that was headed right back to where i had gotten on. as soon as i got off at that stop, and started to walk to my car i began to threw up a some more. i was able to get in my car and drive home with just a few minor stops along the way. needless to say it was one of the longest drives home. there isn't much more to say about last night without repeating what i previously told you so i will end it on that note. so i will try harder to keep my 7 readers in the loop with what this anchor is up to (whether you want to know it or not). hopefully by my next post we'll be up to 8 readers. enjoy your 4th of july, and please eat lots of good grub on my behalf, since i will be eating chicken noodle soup and saltine crackers today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-6932288366909267776?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6932288366909267776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/busy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/6932288366909267776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/6932288366909267776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/busy.html' title='busy'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/TDDFTe1Be5I/AAAAAAAAAKY/e6W3yE-ovKM/s72-c/BeenBusy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-2824511705004651640</id><published>2010-05-15T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T21:13:44.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a sad event today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/S-9w6_ofj4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/BKCz1TIS9vI/s1600/crying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471716231094439810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/S-9w6_ofj4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/BKCz1TIS9vI/s320/crying.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;two posts in one day, you 5 readers are in for a treat with me today. i had an event happen today that i had to share with you. we all know that under this tough exterior, the anchor has a soft side. this afternoon i was talking with the misses about our boys (we have 2), and i told her that our boys wouldn't even care if i left cause they only want to be with her. so i put it to the test, and posed the question to the mini anchors "would you care if daddy was gone"? the older son broke out in tears, and said that he doesn't want me to join the army, and be gone for a year. he got physically upset at the question, but then when i tried talking to him he just smiled. here is what happened when i posed the question to the younger anchor. his response was that it was okay with him cause he doesn't like me. he said to me that i only like mommy, and he can go ahead and go. this type of talk went on from him for a little while, all the while saying how much he didn't like me and just would be happy if i left. so the misses let him know of her disapproval of this talk, but he still continued on with it till finally she bribed him. he comes over to me in our bedroom, and tells me that he loves me. when i start to ask him questions about why he said those things he says to me that he's done talking, and goes into the living room where the misses is sprawled out over on the couch. he walks over to her and tells her that he told me that he loved me. when i come into the living room and ask him what she bribed him with he says i can't tell you, and goes back into my room to play on the computer. anyway, i know this story maybe pretty boring to you, but for this anchor, it crushed my little heart. i knew my boy was a mama's boy, but i didn't know till today how much he really just doesn't like me. weep weep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-2824511705004651640?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2824511705004651640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/sad-event-today.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/2824511705004651640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/2824511705004651640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/sad-event-today.html' title='a sad event today'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/S-9w6_ofj4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/BKCz1TIS9vI/s72-c/crying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-2234812353399214804</id><published>2010-05-15T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T12:24:48.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dinner anchor style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/S-709oXWauI/AAAAAAAAAKI/DrA_9fbbmH4/s1600/food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471579936946285282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/S-709oXWauI/AAAAAAAAAKI/DrA_9fbbmH4/s320/food.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;last night, the anchor decided it was time to treat the family to nice dinner. after picking up the misses, with the mini anchors, i proceeded to drive around with them trying to find an eating destination fit for a king (or in this case an anchor, and his fam). we stopped at several places, but they where all overfilled with people waiting to get in (must have been payday for them also). after driving around for what seemed like an eternity (more in the range of 15 minutes give or take), the anchor threw down, and said let's eat at arribas mexican grill. it's a nice mexican food place that none of us had ever been to. we went there, and got a table with no wait. i didn't even have to bribe the hostess to get us in past the wait list. we all sit down at a nice table, and get our orders taken. naturally the anchor being an enchilada man ordered up some enchiladas, the misses ordered up a taco plate (her favorite food), and the mini anchors shared a beans &amp;amp; rice plate. it was a nice evening minus the waitress who seems to walk past every couple minutes tending to all the other tables except ours, and the mini anchors having to go to the bathroom every 5-10 minutes. now here is the reason i wanted to share this story with all 5 readers. at the end of the evening when i was picking up the tab and getting the to go boxes for the leftovers, i scrapped every piece of food from the plates we had into the to go boxes. now the misses was embarrassed by this, and let me know that my white trash roots were on full display. i continued cleaning up all the plates, and even took the chips and salsa that the restaurant gives you while you wait for your food, and put it them in the to go boxes while having the misses covering up her face due to the embarrassment, and stares from the other patrons in the area who can afford to leave half eaten plates of food behind. due to the fact that i had just paid a $25 tab for this food, i wasn't about to just leave it behind to be thrown away. so we leave the restaurant with minimal problems, one of the mini anchors wanted to cause some problems in the bathroom, but i will leave that for another story. i wanted to ask the 5 readers of this blog whether or not they agree with me, and with scrapping all chunks of food in to go boxes is must when your paying a large tab ($25.00 is quite a bit for this poor bum), or was the misses in the right to be embarrassed by these actions? i would like some feedback from the 5 readers of the blog, and please let me know what you would do. i'm trying to gauge if i am being just sensible anchor or if i am just plain white trash. i appreciate any, and all feedback on this matter. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. the food in the picture above looks much better than the food we ate. just an f.y.i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-2234812353399214804?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2234812353399214804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/dinner-anchor-style.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/2234812353399214804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/2234812353399214804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2010/05/dinner-anchor-style.html' title='dinner anchor style'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/S-709oXWauI/AAAAAAAAAKI/DrA_9fbbmH4/s72-c/food.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-7912508766627255417</id><published>2010-04-26T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T17:12:27.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>obsession part duex (2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/S9Yr4MIKR_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/n4tsC9-gCeE/s1600/the-bird-and-the-bee-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464603442188797938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/S9Yr4MIKR_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/n4tsC9-gCeE/s320/the-bird-and-the-bee-.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the wait is now over for all 5 readers of this great blog. the object of my obsession currently are a few so i will do as all bad writers do, and list them in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. party down (tv show)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. the bird and the bee - 2010 interpreting the masters volume 1: a tribute to daryl hall and john oates (album)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. facebook - need i say more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. south park 200-201 episodes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. anything conor oberst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. entourage (tv show)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. reading (just need to find some more good books to read)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. sleep (when it happens)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. steven seagal movies (as if i need to list this, it goes without saying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. nba playoffs (go suns)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here is quick list of somethings that i am obsessing about currently. this is list changes daily so maybe i will need to do an updated list sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i left stuff with family off the list because like steven seagal movies, its just a given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-7912508766627255417?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7912508766627255417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/obsession-part-duex-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/7912508766627255417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/7912508766627255417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/obsession-part-duex-2.html' title='obsession part duex (2)'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/S9Yr4MIKR_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/n4tsC9-gCeE/s72-c/the-bird-and-the-bee-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-3701980080898309426</id><published>2010-04-17T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T00:25:00.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/S8qzwq1YyEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/8f6zQ-JquPQ/s1600/obsession.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461375146853451842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/S8qzwq1YyEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/8f6zQ-JquPQ/s320/obsession.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my wife said to me today "are you still doing your blog?", and of course i know i couldn't leave my faithful fellow readers (all 5 of you) without a little anchor each month. i am at a loss for ideas, because my wife is very commit ed to her blog, and in doing so gets to takes all our family stories (the good, and the bad), and put them down on the internet for all to read. she has a much larger audience to entertain, so she wins that war (hands down), so that leaves me with just the left overs (which isn't much of anything) to blog about. with that in mind, i'm sure you know by now that i usually like to waste your time writing about whatever thoughts or opinions are going on in that little area full of grey matter (at least that what i believe it is there), and put them down on internet paper for you to read. so as i was thinking about the question posed to me by my wife today i started to think about what i could type that would make a difference in the lives of those who have the undertaking of spending their time reading my posts, and trying to rationalize why they just wasted whatever amount of time it just took to read it. with this in mind i came across something that has been on my mind lately "obsession". last week for a little treat i purchased a $5.00 movie for my older son as a reward for all the hard work he's been putting into his schooling, and behaving. the movie is "charlie and the chocolate factory", the updated remake piece of junk done a few years ago. i hold willy wonka and chocolate factory as one of my all time favorites, but that is besides the point. back to the topic at hand, so i made this purchase, and gave it to him on wed (of this past week). since then he has watched the movie 4 (possibly 5) times. he loves the movie so much that tonight for some family time we played charades, and movie quotes and every time it was his turn all he would quote or act out was something from the movie (including things from the 2nd disc which are the special feature that no one watches). he even got upset with himself cause that was all he could think about doing when we where playing. this obsession isn't a first for him (or any of the anchor's other family members). my younger son can only discuss and play with transformers, and my wife barely functions without reviewing, and posting on her blog. as i out my family members for their current obsessions it's only fair that i out myself as well. my current obsession is.................................................. tune in next time to find out what is the anchor's current obsession, and is he currently getting professional help for it. just remember that in the movie willy wonka there was 5 golden tickets, and could so there was only 5 winners. i have 5 readers to my blog which means that each of you get a golden ticket in my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-3701980080898309426?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3701980080898309426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/obsession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/3701980080898309426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/3701980080898309426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/obsession.html' title='obsession'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/S8qzwq1YyEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/8f6zQ-JquPQ/s72-c/obsession.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-118669248583475332</id><published>2010-04-03T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T14:54:58.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you guessed it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/S7e5Erur_lI/AAAAAAAAAJw/P6pdQDbG1wo/s1600/seagalabovethelaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456032963691806290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/S7e5Erur_lI/AAAAAAAAAJw/P6pdQDbG1wo/s320/seagalabovethelaw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;stephanie is the winner, and has proven yet once again that her great taste in actors, and action movie stars are impeccable. thanks steph for also being the only one willing to take the task at hand, and treat it like steven does to the bad guys in all his movies. till next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-118669248583475332?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/118669248583475332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-guessed-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/118669248583475332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/118669248583475332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-guessed-it.html' title='you guessed it!'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/S7e5Erur_lI/AAAAAAAAAJw/P6pdQDbG1wo/s72-c/seagalabovethelaw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-7482209098755843025</id><published>2010-04-01T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T20:02:32.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>personal fave</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/S7VePt9C8II/AAAAAAAAAJo/ELwMFDu_QlE/s1600/questionmark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455370147755913346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/S7VePt9C8II/AAAAAAAAAJo/ELwMFDu_QlE/s320/questionmark.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today i watched another film by one of my all time favorite actors. this actor has played so may character driven roles it so hard to pick any that aren't oscar worthy. he's portrayed so many different ethnicity's such as native american, italian, russian, chinese, japanese, european, and others over his vast career that it hard to know which is ethnicity he really is. his roles have allowed him to bring to life a barrage of characters such as a deadly assassin, undercover f.b.i. agent, grieving father &amp;amp; husband, a good cop, reality sheriff, father figure to an orphan, and ex military to name just a few of his starring roles. his skills in acting, and martial arts are too numerous to count, and even more potent than a cobra snake. he's so diverse with his acting that in a single movie you can witness his acting abilities with a little comedy, romance, action, drama, and even a little horror all in a single movie. when i watch this actor in action, there is no one even close (although i do love chuck, but even he can't hold much of a candle to him) to bringing the big screen to life for me. the reason your reading this post (cause i know its probably one of my most boring est to date) because of all the stupid movies, and remakes that hollywood continues to put out each year and the level of quality getting less and less, this guy still makes several films a year, and for the most part the quality doesn't get diminished from one film to the next. he's had to overcome so much in his personal life (i will my readers do the research of they want more on that), and is still standing today. i don't think i could be as lucky as he's been. i don't want to give the answer just yet on this tribute, so i will let those 5 readers ponder this post, and decide who it is (but i will disclose his identity in a couple days after the novelty (if there is one) wears off). i leave you with a parting quote from this actor that to me says it all.... "Yeah, I want some blow. Put your hands where I can see 'em or I'm gonna blow your head off.". i can't leave you with just a movie quote, so i'm also gonna share a personal quote from him....“I am hoping that I can be known as a great writer and actor some day, rather than a sex symbol.” now let's see if you can guess this oscar deserving actor is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-7482209098755843025?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7482209098755843025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/personal-fave.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/7482209098755843025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/7482209098755843025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2010/04/personal-fave.html' title='personal fave'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/S7VePt9C8II/AAAAAAAAAJo/ELwMFDu_QlE/s72-c/questionmark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-6714948593897820394</id><published>2010-03-23T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T18:21:23.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>country bumpkin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/S6lpCos0CvI/AAAAAAAAAJg/hkCvxrXVnOw/s1600-h/CountryMusicDallas_Logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452004317914729202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/S6lpCos0CvI/AAAAAAAAAJg/hkCvxrXVnOw/s320/CountryMusicDallas_Logo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i go through various stages when comes to music: when i'm ready to break a leg and dance the night away i listen to more upbeat music (ie: gangsta rap &amp;amp; 80's retro), and when i'm angry or upset i listen to more aggressive music (ie: metal &amp;amp; harder metal), and when i'm feeling at ease with the world i listen to more of the music i'm familiar with (ie: college radio &amp;amp; alternative), and when i am feeling down and depressed i listen to (the types of tracks i have on my blog currently). please enjoy them with me. these are just a small sampling of the great country singers (a dying breed that as far as i am concerned are all but extinct).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-6714948593897820394?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6714948593897820394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/country-bumpkin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/6714948593897820394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/6714948593897820394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/country-bumpkin.html' title='country bumpkin'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/S6lpCos0CvI/AAAAAAAAAJg/hkCvxrXVnOw/s72-c/CountryMusicDallas_Logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-1187391585242065721</id><published>2010-03-23T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T17:40:12.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spring break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/S6lfXfvG-9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/QgtGQ9sh3g0/s1600-h/sprin+break.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451993681169415122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/S6lfXfvG-9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/QgtGQ9sh3g0/s200/sprin+break.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's been a few days (weeks actually) since i last left the masses (all 5 readers of this blog) with some parting wisdom. my wife told me recently that i should blog more, but since i never really have anything exciting to write about, and when something exciting does happen she writes about on her blog leaving me back to square one. i dug down deep for something exciting and edifying to write about........ and i got nothing. since i'm back at square one with nothing new or exciting to write about, i'm going to use my go to writing crutch which is a........ nother list. now last week was spring break for my son, and i was able to have a week off for vacation to spend with him, and the rest of our gang (we call the johnson family). during this week off i was able to get quite a bit of stuff accomplished while being home. with that being said i'm going to list some of the highlights of my first week off in longtime. these are listed in no particular order:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. watching several dvd's of some of my favorite shows (ie: the shield/flight of the concords/breaking bad/man v food/&amp;amp; arrested development).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. watching quite a bit of the college b-ball game for march madness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. sleeping in past 3:40am (much needed).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. naps!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. going to the park with the gang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. meeting adam richman with the kids (the host of man v food) (got the pictures to prove it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. watching the sundevils baseball game with kids, pops, nephew, and big bro (also got to see an asu player hit a grand slam, it was so great since i missed a 2 run homer in the first inning since i was on potty patrol). was able to enjoy listening to crowd as they politely advised the umpire of his need to get some glasses or take his head out of a certain area on his body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. listened to quite abit of music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. hair &amp;amp; beard cut (and boys did as well, minus the beard trim).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. nephews 2nd b-day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. cleaning the house (as long as it took and as much as it was a drag to get started, but it looks so much better).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. facebooking (i know i do it almost everyday, but this was my own real gateway to outside world during the week).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. watched some steven seagal movies (seriously).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. staying up past 9:30pm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. NOT WORKING!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;that about sums up my first vacation that i have been able to enjoy in sometime. i felt refreshed, and ready to take on the world, and then this past monday came, and the world came crashing down around me. hope all my 5 followers have a nice spring break (assuming your getting one ha ha ha ha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-1187391585242065721?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1187391585242065721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/1187391585242065721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/1187391585242065721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-break.html' title='spring break'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/S6lfXfvG-9I/AAAAAAAAAJY/QgtGQ9sh3g0/s72-c/sprin+break.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-5737256821237020093</id><published>2010-03-03T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T15:56:43.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the anchor has some tips to save money</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/S473L3vbk2I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/RpmSsamudHE/s1600-h/money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444560782851019618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/S473L3vbk2I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/RpmSsamudHE/s320/money.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to my fav five, i got some tips to help you save that much earned green while this recession stays mean. these tips are in no particular order, and are only there as thought to help you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;disclaimer: please understand that the anchor is in no way affiliated with any of the products or companies listed or their affiliates, and the anchor is not certified in anything, so please proceed with caution. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;now my tips for you are as follows:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. go to library - right now we have been saving bookals of money on movie rentals, and going to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the movies cause most of the films that i want to see i check out from the library. books are always good if you interested in educating yourself (from my previous post you know that i haven't been, but i've recently turned over a new leaf). probably the most important reason is the cd's. i've been able to track down most of the albums that i like to listen to there and gotten them for free (well almost).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.grow a beard (for the men) - since i've grown a beard i have saved lots of time on not shaving, and money by not having to purchase razors. although my wife has slowly taken my razor over, and i find myself now buying more razors than before. maybe that one isn't such a good one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. don't buy a computer when your car breaks down - easier said than done i know. we took our meager tax return, and purchased a p.c. (much needed), then on our way home after purchasing the p.c. amy's car breaks down. sad i know, but luckily for us (me) we have rich in laws where money isn't an object (jk). we have blessed to have family around us who don't mind pulling their resources together to help us get our vehicle fixed (which cost almost as much as its worth). i guess that tip would be more of being surround by people who have resources to help and don't mind using them on you when needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. parks - free public ones that is, when the kids get over anxious and need to shed some of that kinetic energy (they seem to have endless bounds of), we go there. they can play, and then try to kill each other, and then go home. good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. the fifth &amp;amp; final tip for my five readers is to not have any friends. i say this cause since moving to arizona some years ago, i have no real close friends (nearby), so i don't get invited to do things that almost always cost money$$$$. i have some friends at work (work friends - (def) someone you work with, and are friends at work, and when the work bell rings for the day, you don't see them till the next business day) and they tell me about going out on town most weekend (even most nights) and spending money like its goin out of style. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway i hope i may have helped shed some light on your pocket book to try to keep some of that much earned and deserved dinero in it. on a closing remark, remember i am in no way an expert in any field nor do i have any specialized training in anything, so please use this advice with extreme caution, cause the anchor is not responsible for anyone (including but not limited to immediate family, friends, co workers, himself, etc).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-5737256821237020093?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5737256821237020093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/anchor-has-some-tips-to-save-money.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/5737256821237020093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/5737256821237020093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2010/03/anchor-has-some-tips-to-save-money.html' title='the anchor has some tips to save money'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/S473L3vbk2I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/RpmSsamudHE/s72-c/money.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-6891375836599575003</id><published>2010-02-14T20:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T20:48:36.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the main reason i should not reproduce!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/S3jRMgzDX7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/cmPBcuTADTA/s1600-h/JAMC+Pics+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438326562942574514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/S3jRMgzDX7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/cmPBcuTADTA/s400/JAMC+Pics+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and here is a direct a result of this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/S3jRmw0gX-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/virzyOJNp3I/s1600-h/JAMC+Pics+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438327013920235490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/S3jRmw0gX-I/AAAAAAAAAJI/virzyOJNp3I/s400/JAMC+Pics+150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you know, and knowing is half the battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590817582052719922-6891375836599575003?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6891375836599575003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/main-reason-i-should-not-reproduce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/6891375836599575003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/6891375836599575003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/main-reason-i-should-not-reproduce.html' title='the main reason i should not reproduce!'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/S3jRMgzDX7I/AAAAAAAAAJA/cmPBcuTADTA/s72-c/JAMC+Pics+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-8881768141675480258</id><published>2010-02-13T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T17:06:06.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new tunes to enjoy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/S3dMdeuBs9I/AAAAAAAAAI4/jhX-7pE7XN4/s1600-h/conor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437899144419193810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/S3dMdeuBs9I/AAAAAAAAAI4/jhX-7pE7XN4/s320/conor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;just posted some new tunes that currently won't leave my ears alone. hope you enjoy them like i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-8881768141675480258?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8881768141675480258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-tunes-to-enjoy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/8881768141675480258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/8881768141675480258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-tunes-to-enjoy.html' title='new tunes to enjoy.'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/S3dMdeuBs9I/AAAAAAAAAI4/jhX-7pE7XN4/s72-c/conor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-875517640869942437</id><published>2010-02-13T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T10:48:37.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my take on v-day - by the anchor of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/S3bz_Kzi32I/AAAAAAAAAIw/_GlRoQ2uEEY/s1600-h/Hoffy_Valentines_Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437801866654310242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/S3bz_Kzi32I/AAAAAAAAAIw/_GlRoQ2uEEY/s320/Hoffy_Valentines_Day.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have decided i too would weigh in on the whole valentine days, and whether or not it's a waste. my thought is this.... do we really need a day to celebrate love? i ask this as i share with you the latest stats that i heard recently about love. 1 in every 2 marriages end in divorce, and as of 2009, the stats show that teen pregnancy has hit it's highest point in history and is on the rise. a holiday to celebrate more of this, i think not. in full disclosure i do have a brother who happens to have been born on valentines a couple years ago, and i am sure that he feels different from me. with that being said, i really think we should either do away with valentines day holiday, or make it a federal holiday where we get to have a day off of from work, or receive a floating holiday if it falls on a weekend. i know the service industry/hallmark/&amp;amp; flower industry are probably with my brother and are against me on this, and think im crazy to have said such a thing, but they also have a stake in this holiday, being one of the their biggest moneymaking days of the year. i on the other hand have no stake in this holiday at all. i think there should be a petition sent to d.c. letting congress know that we, the people of this country want to make v-day a federal holiday. now lets rise up in the streets and make this happen (all 5 of us). i shall end on this note and its a quote about love that i feel sums it all up: "love hurts, love scars, love wounds, and marks, any heart not tough or strong enough to take a lot of pain, love is like a cloud, holds a lot of rain". have a happy valentines day all you lovers out there. and remember the hoff love's you, and you, and you, and you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-875517640869942437?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/875517640869942437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-take-on-v-day-by-anchor-of-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/875517640869942437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/875517640869942437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-take-on-v-day-by-anchor-of-love.html' title='my take on v-day - by the anchor of love'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/S3bz_Kzi32I/AAAAAAAAAIw/_GlRoQ2uEEY/s72-c/Hoffy_Valentines_Day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-918344382523602362</id><published>2010-02-09T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T15:52:11.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/S3H1If6-VXI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Jr4ItKLV618/s1600-h/cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436395751569511794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/S3H1If6-VXI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Jr4ItKLV618/s200/cross.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/S3H1Eo3HaFI/AAAAAAAAAIg/WuBuZn58XVw/s1600-h/Dustin-Diamond-behind-the-bell1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436395685249771602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/S3H1Eo3HaFI/AAAAAAAAAIg/WuBuZn58XVw/s200/Dustin-Diamond-behind-the-bell1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the 5 that have been waiting on mouse and keyboard to hear what stupid thing this anchor will post next, well the wait is up. i'm hear to add on to a previous post i wrote about reading. well i'm here to say that i have read 2 whole books so far this year. this may sounds like a minor accomplishment (and you wouldn't be far off base), but for me with my reading on the decline over the years instead of increasing as it was a few short years ago, this is quite the accomplishment. so encase you where wondering what book's caught my eye, they are: "i drink for a reason" by david cross &amp;amp; "behind the bell" by dustin diamond. they are both pretty crass books, so i don't recommend them to the faint of heart. i enjoyed david's book especially for his humor (which happens to be somewhat in my way of thinking about humor), but was very disappointed with dustin's book. being the sbtb fan that i am i was looking for some real insight into the behind the scenes of the show as well as some insight into screech. instead it was nothing more than a hatchet job for everyone who worked with him. there was very little insight behind the show. the worst part was i felt all it was dustin trying to make himself out to be more of a man than i imagine he really is (sorta speak). as i close i would like to ask (plead with 5 readers of this blog) to please send me some book recommendations. i'm in the process of trying to find the next book to read. adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &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/3590817582052719922-918344382523602362?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/918344382523602362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/finally.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/918344382523602362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/918344382523602362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2010/02/finally.html' title='finally'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/S3H1If6-VXI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Jr4ItKLV618/s72-c/cross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-9066734769152467488</id><published>2010-01-19T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T14:26:27.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>freudian slip or not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/S1YxhRu1FHI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/5EwaTKa6zDA/s1600-h/freud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428580848606975090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/S1YxhRu1FHI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/5EwaTKa6zDA/s320/freud.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you are not going to believe this (or maybe you will), but today my wife let it slip her real feelings about me. here is how it went down(over the phone): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me: hey sweetie i know you can do better than me, and i know you know that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wife: yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes she did say that. even though she tried afterwards to say that she didn't mean it (trying to fix what minuscule ego that was dangling on for dear life). so i ask the 5 readers of this blog: can my wife do better? i ask for honesty, cause i already know (and live with) the answer everyday. good day or do i mean good night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-9066734769152467488?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9066734769152467488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/freudian-slip-or-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/9066734769152467488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/9066734769152467488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/freudian-slip-or-not.html' title='freudian slip or not?'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/S1YxhRu1FHI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/5EwaTKa6zDA/s72-c/freud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-2248161424699058369</id><published>2010-01-01T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T16:45:47.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new years resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/Sz6XMHs25WI/AAAAAAAAAII/bA2AI8OGgyU/s1600-h/StackOfBooks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421937235882075490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/Sz6XMHs25WI/AAAAAAAAAII/bA2AI8OGgyU/s320/StackOfBooks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;another year down, and i find myself at the end of this year with having read fewer and fewer books than last. i love to read books, but since my surgery i have found that it take ever more out of me when i sit down and read. with each year since my surgery, my book list seems to get smaller and smaller, so i am trying to break this vicious cycle of illiteracy, and am making it a resolution to read more books this year. now with this in mind i am asking for faithful 5 that do read this blog if they would please give me some suggestions on some books that i would enjoy reading. a few facts about the anchor's reading habits are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. i read mainly (99.99%) read non fiction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. i love books that aren't more than a few hundred pages (300 is around my max, but if good enough i have read up to a 700 page book once, and it nearly finished this anchor off).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. i am a product of the public school system so when in read, i like to have it as simple as possible (sad but true). picture books are good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;now as i close i ask that you include any and all book suggestions as this is going to be a years worth of reading (hopefully). no list is too long for this anchor. if you would like to know what i have read (or attempted to) lately, just ask, and i will be glad to list them. good night and good year (not the tire or az city though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-2248161424699058369?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2248161424699058369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-resolutions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/2248161424699058369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/2248161424699058369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-years-resolutions.html' title='new years resolutions'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/Sz6XMHs25WI/AAAAAAAAAII/bA2AI8OGgyU/s72-c/StackOfBooks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-6136944844491609346</id><published>2010-01-01T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T16:30:47.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new tunes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/Sz6Trka8G4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/BywWawfrnfs/s1600-h/80%27s+pic.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421933378120981378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/Sz6Trka8G4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/BywWawfrnfs/s320/80%27s+pic.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;new tunes from the 80's to dance to courtesy of the anchor. happy new year to you, and now on to the new resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-6136944844491609346?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6136944844491609346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-tunes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/6136944844491609346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/6136944844491609346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-tunes.html' title='new tunes'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/Sz6Trka8G4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/BywWawfrnfs/s72-c/80%27s+pic.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-1108587480383834615</id><published>2009-12-28T17:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T18:16:26.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my (possible) new life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SzlmccS519I/AAAAAAAAAH4/SypUm6EepGc/s1600-h/dating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420476265334953938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SzlmccS519I/AAAAAAAAAH4/SypUm6EepGc/s320/dating.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got off the phone with amy a little while ago, and she brought something up that got the wheels in my head spinning round and round. she asked me about some email she got regarding a new dating application for facebook that was addressed to me. she was under the impression that yours truly was putting himself back on the market after 8 years of married bliss (and couple years of being tied down as a boyfriend). after i looked at the email &amp;amp; informed her that it was a junk mail trying to get you to open and (more than likely get a virus) view for some junk. after i put the phone down i started to ponder what life would be like if i was back on the market. scary thought i know, but don't worry cause this anchor is anchored down (at least for now) with the old ball and chain. my first thought was are dates still $5.00 or less? are the single ladies ready for this tiger (and im not talking woods) to be back on the prowl? after a quick a look in the mirror, reality sunk in, and yeah im pretty sure they aren't ready for that. my thoughts also drifted to how would i pick this young lady up and where would we go afterwards (knowing that if i was on the market amy would have the house and cars)? my mind drifted to what seems like another lifetime, when me and amy would go out on dates. since having kids, our dating life is all but dead i'm sorry to say, but our duties as parents has taken precedence over the inner teenager in us. my last thoughts on the subject is that i know i currently have the only one i ever would like to take out on town, and that's amy. our first date is still probably the first date i went on that i didn't feel like a complete idiot afterwards (too many bad dates to list). it was less than $5.00, and was a ton of fun (at least for me). i'm going to end this post before i get too sappy, and i lose one of the five readers to this blog (can't have that now). i promise this, if this stud muffin becomes datable i will send out a warning signal (like the bat signal) ahead of time as a warning to all you single ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-1108587480383834615?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1108587480383834615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-possible-new-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/1108587480383834615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/1108587480383834615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-possible-new-life.html' title='my (possible) new life'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SzlmccS519I/AAAAAAAAAH4/SypUm6EepGc/s72-c/dating.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-2952673911319580333</id><published>2009-12-19T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T19:45:05.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>x-mas tunes</title><content type='html'>at the last minute i finally got some of my favorites x-mas tunes done in one of my favorite styles. the last 2 are picks from each of my kids. it is there favorite x-mas songs. enjoy the seasonal tunes for the quick moment they are here. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;good night.&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590817582052719922-2952673911319580333?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2952673911319580333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/x-mas-tunes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/2952673911319580333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/2952673911319580333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/x-mas-tunes.html' title='x-mas tunes'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-6637598687635721128</id><published>2009-12-19T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T19:24:27.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>merry x-mas</title><content type='html'>just in time for the holidays, the anchor would like to take this opportunity to say...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/Sy2YaPd34wI/AAAAAAAAAHo/jvTMHC-B-OA/s1600-h/x-mas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417153503392424706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/Sy2YaPd34wI/AAAAAAAAAHo/jvTMHC-B-OA/s400/x-mas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590817582052719922-6637598687635721128?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6637598687635721128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-x-mas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/6637598687635721128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/6637598687635721128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-x-mas.html' title='merry x-mas'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/Sy2YaPd34wI/AAAAAAAAAHo/jvTMHC-B-OA/s72-c/x-mas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-1250959681181443248</id><published>2009-12-13T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T18:58:53.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the end?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SyWo2FYajBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/eqf1kP7MSaA/s1600-h/the+end.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 136px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414919774093872146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SyWo2FYajBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/eqf1kP7MSaA/s200/the+end.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's been a sense of "the end is near" with this blog since i first started using this forum to voice some of my many opinions, oh so many months ago. with that same sense of "the end is near" in mind i am writing this post tonight. i am wanting to know of the 5 readers out there who take time out of your busy schedule to partake in a little give and take with me on this blog, would like me to carry on with this blog? the reason i say that, is that i have been taking stock of my life (as meager as it is), and wondering if this outlet is something that helping me get things off my chest, or is just another way for me to waste time? so i leave this to a vote to the public, who out there would like to keep reading this blog? or those who think that they, and myself are wasting too much of their time with this blog? for me, i am indifferent to it, i do love writing, and reading those comments that are made about the posts, but at the same time, are i am always wondering if there really is anyone out there who cares about my thoughts and opinions? just the narcissus in me coming out. with that being said, please vote and let me know with your comments what you think.  the phone line are now open america, go and vote for your favorite blog. good night (maybe forever).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-1250959681181443248?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1250959681181443248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/end.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/1250959681181443248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/1250959681181443248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/end.html' title='the end?'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SyWo2FYajBI/AAAAAAAAAHg/eqf1kP7MSaA/s72-c/the+end.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-3748122225744200308</id><published>2009-12-10T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T19:35:08.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>got a tiger by the tail.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SyG93wFttHI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3aU9x5WdHMI/s1600-h/tiger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413816992575370354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SyG93wFttHI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3aU9x5WdHMI/s320/tiger.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have been trying to hold my tongue, but i have to speak out now in regards to the tiger woods fiasco. the reason i am choosing to speak out now on the subject is cause after watching or listening to hours of interviews &amp;amp; " news reports" about the subject, i feel no one is saying what really needs to be said, and that is..............TIGER WOODS IS THE LUCKIEST MAN ALIVE! i say that cause if your like me, and have heard &amp;amp; seen the reports of the 12 women (so far) who have come forward (to get their treasures) in regards to having extra activities with tiger, these ladies aren't no slouches. he has a wife who is in the upper 10 range, and with the pics i have seen so far of these ladies they are either in the same league as her or a step below (but a short step). if he had been with ladies that where in a much lower brackets than his wife, then i would say as everyone "lock him up in gallows", but come on. i don't take infidelity lightly, but as far as i have seen, there is no such thing as fidelity when it comes to stars &amp;amp; celebrities. they get a free pass if you will with regards the vows they make when they are driving through wedding chapels in vegas. congress has now decided to pull their award they where planning on awarding him, but i say to all houses of government (including the 4th one, the fed) make an award specific to him as "LUCKIEST MAN IN THE U.S.A. (and possibly the world) AWARD. who's with me? i can see the petitions being sent around now all states and to all cities. people (all 5 of you reading this blog) call your federal senators &amp;amp; congressman &amp;amp; let them know that you want them to make this award a reality. his home town should give him the key to the city and make a national day for him (as long as he doesn't drive to and from). so as i wrap this post up, i would like to play p.r. guy to tiger (if he's reading, which we all know he's not), and tell him to save his money on the p.r., and let these women go out there and do interviews about how much of a stud you are. i would only say that if these women don't think you where the stud that has been presented &amp;amp; packaged to the world, then sure a few mill here &amp;amp; a few mill here doesn't hurt, but if they are gonna say good things about you, then by all means let them. i couldn't ask for better press than to have multiple attractive women doing interviews w/katy couric &amp;amp; diane sawyer, and whoever else &amp;amp; say how much of stud i am (maybe my wife would take notice (jk amy), and how i was rated p.g. (perfect gentlemen). i also say that not knowing if there is a pat o'brien voicemail tape out there with tiger saying similar things like pat said on his voicemail to a lady not even a 3rd his age, asking her to partake of illegal substances with him and then do things that would make your mother cry, then by all means pay up, and pay whatever they ask. i know there will be a few (2 maybe) who will say this such a trashy post, and you would be right, but it needed to be said now. now with no further ado, go out and start petitioning congress about this award before congress decides its their job to start regulating more college athletics. i close this post by using a golf word we should all know by now and that is FOUR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-3748122225744200308?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3748122225744200308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/got-tiger-by-tail.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/3748122225744200308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/3748122225744200308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/12/got-tiger-by-tail.html' title='got a tiger by the tail.'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SyG93wFttHI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3aU9x5WdHMI/s72-c/tiger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-2363943790232938533</id><published>2009-11-29T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T00:21:18.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>some pics for the holiday season</title><content type='html'>amy tried to get this pics for the blog, but had some trouble, so i am just posting them in this post for your to enjoyment. happy holidays from the anchor blog, and a merry x-mas, and whatever else my 5 loyal readers celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SxItvop7ybI/AAAAAAAAAHI/slyDmebW36U/s1600/images2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 95px; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409436398815791538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SxItvop7ybI/AAAAAAAAAHI/slyDmebW36U/s400/images2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SxItrZX9QeI/AAAAAAAAAHA/BLTVWShW7Bk/s1600/images3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 116px; HEIGHT: 116px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409436325994381794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SxItrZX9QeI/AAAAAAAAAHA/BLTVWShW7Bk/s400/images3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SxItdjtcxWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/K7IuE8LQg9k/s1600/images1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 120px; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409436088250713442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SxItdjtcxWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/K7IuE8LQg9k/s320/images1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SxItZPbGh3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/_2QFKva6-wM/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 96px; HEIGHT: 111px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409436014085572466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SxItZPbGh3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/_2QFKva6-wM/s320/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&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/3590817582052719922-2363943790232938533?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2363943790232938533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-pics-for-holiday-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/2363943790232938533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/2363943790232938533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-pics-for-holiday-season.html' title='some pics for the holiday season'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SxItvop7ybI/AAAAAAAAAHI/slyDmebW36U/s72-c/images2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-5804596790083944027</id><published>2009-11-29T00:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T00:11:54.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tis the season part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SxIsuyAALaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/co_8xIIHgMY/s1600/white+trash+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 210px; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409435284632776098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SxIsuyAALaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/co_8xIIHgMY/s400/white+trash+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;since my white trashiness has been called into question, i will further add a p.s. to my previous list &amp;amp; add an additional 5 items that point to how white trash i am. with no further ado:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. i have been to a monster truck (and loved it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. i still watch professional (and some amateur) wrestling, and have since i was a young buck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. i know next to nothing about computers, and pretty much anything that has to do with technology.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. i've owned both as mullet &amp;amp; dallas cowboys cheerleader calendars (i still wish i had the dallas cowboys calendar).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. and the final for this short list is................. my love of county fairs. not the big city ones, but the real small town ones (just like in the lbk).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;with all that being said, i may not be 110% white trash, but i know im sitting pretty easily around the high 80's. so long, cause i need to get to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-5804596790083944027?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5804596790083944027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/tis-season-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/5804596790083944027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/5804596790083944027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/tis-season-part-2.html' title='tis the season part 2'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SxIsuyAALaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/co_8xIIHgMY/s72-c/white+trash+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-4560417599720449893</id><published>2009-11-27T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T22:59:45.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tis the season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SxDKL5y66VI/AAAAAAAAAGY/4MFp_eRe4vI/s1600/dukes+whitetrash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409045458313734482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SxDKL5y66VI/AAAAAAAAAGY/4MFp_eRe4vI/s400/dukes+whitetrash.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the festival season alive in air, i've been doing alot of deep thinking about why i am sooooooooo "WHITE TRASH". yes, i said, and i will say it again "i am white trash"(this time in lower cases letter to take the emphasis off how bad off i am). the reason i am writing about this subject for this post (mainly cause amy blogs about what the daily family happenings are, and im not that creative or imaginative) is due to the fair was just in town, and all over the globe i keep reading about things that are white trash, but really aren't. i am here to set the record straight for those of us who, are Yes, sirree; died in the wool; true blue, through and through white trash. with all that said, let me lay out a quick top 5 list for my 5 readers to let them know just is going on inside the mind of this anchor that leds me to believe (and probaly you ) that i am white trash:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i love steven seagal movies (goes back to when i was a kid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i still play air guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i have been teaching my kids to play air guitar &amp;amp; air drums, using some of my tracks from anthrax, metallica, iron maiden, judas priest,and other 80 metal bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. if it weren't for the fact that i hate messing with hair, i would have a mullet (no joke).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. finally, i got my free bird tattoo to top it all off with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tonight's post was just a real quick one since the festival season is on it's way out. remember being white trash is not a choice, but a by product of bad hair bands &amp;amp; movies. till next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-4560417599720449893?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4560417599720449893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/tis-season.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/4560417599720449893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/4560417599720449893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/tis-season.html' title='tis the season'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SxDKL5y66VI/AAAAAAAAAGY/4MFp_eRe4vI/s72-c/dukes+whitetrash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-2210525681106419937</id><published>2009-11-20T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T17:24:26.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>back at the chopping block</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SwdBJs6rg5I/AAAAAAAAAGI/H8ya7icj6Yg/s1600/twlilght+big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406361512613479314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SwdBJs6rg5I/AAAAAAAAAGI/H8ya7icj6Yg/s400/twlilght+big.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i just posted a quick blurb reagarding what this post is going to be about on my facebook, and that is what is the deal (sorta speak) with the twilight series, and the whole hoopla surrounding it? for full disclosure, i haven't read the twilight book series or watched any of of the movies regarding the series. with that disclosure now read to all 5 of you, i ask again what is so great about this series. i know the fans will say "don't judge it till you read or watched it", and to that i say i sat there and listened to my wife describe for me the gist of the series, and from that all i wanted to was stab myself in the ear with a shapr object for having listened to the cliff notes of the series. if your 12 years old i can see why there would be some appeal for this, but when may people (older than me even) beyond their teeny bopper years are crying and fighting over this series, it forces me have to have to take a step back (and even write a post about it), and try to figure out why? i know that there is bella &amp;amp; she's a human &amp;amp; there is edward and he is supposed to be this super hunk vampire, and they fall in love, and all that good stuff, and then there's a werewolf, frankenstein, a mummy, and the invisible man. all that is missing van helsing. maybe in the future a ghost writer will pick up where mrs. meyer left off, and bring van helsing in for a finishing touch romance. i am sorry if i am missing the point on this series, but i can think of quite a few other books (mainly non fiction since that is my preference, but since we are dealing with fiction i will list fiction) or movies that would be better time spent than watching or reading this series. since i threw that comment out there i will make a quick list of 4 books &amp;amp; or movies that are better than this series, and i will try to keep it in the same arena of ideas:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. bram stroker's "dracula", where it all started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. mary shelley's "frankenstein", one of my favorite books of all times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. "a clockwork orange" by anthony burgess, this is my favorite book of all times, and the first book over a 100 pages that i read and didn't use cliff notes for (back in 7th grade)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. and last for my quick book references of better books than twilight is..... "that was then, this is now" by s.e. hinton. a book that really deals with teenage angst, and the drama that comes with being a teenager.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;now for movies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. sticking with teenage angst &amp;amp; s.e. hinton is "the outsiders", i know it wasn't #1 on my swayze list but it gets it here on my quick list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. since twilight is a series i am putting one of my favorite trilogies "the karate kid part 1 &amp;amp; 2, and would even rather watch part3 with hillary swank than any of the twilight movies (my opinion only, and those of people with impeccable taste such as myself).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. the blade trilogy, i have only watched the first 2 films in the series, and don't remember the 2nd one, but i do remember the first one, and this is one of the only vampire inspired movies that i like &amp;amp; wesley snipes kicks some undead backside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. those who know me will now know how badly i think of the twilight series after reading my 4th pick. it is a series that i will forever dislike (there some things about it do like, but as a whole its awful, and yet i would rather watch this series than the twilight series).............rocky 1-10 (or how there are). yes i know, please don't reread it, it did say rocky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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;after that, i don't think anything could express my feelings more about this series than seeing rocky on my quick list. i don't want to trash people who do like the series (my wife is included in this group), cause to each there own. i just wanted to vent about what i see being called entertainment these days and how bad its getting. granted i will say that most of my entertainment is considered to be white trash (and it is), but it at least its good white trash. tell next time when we are breaking dawn because there is an eclipse over a new moon in the twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&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/3590817582052719922-2210525681106419937?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2210525681106419937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/chopping-block.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/2210525681106419937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/2210525681106419937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/chopping-block.html' title='back at the chopping block'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SwdBJs6rg5I/AAAAAAAAAGI/H8ya7icj6Yg/s72-c/twlilght+big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-7246030307491883750</id><published>2009-11-12T14:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T14:59:37.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SvyTOZ9bfeI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9OKK0V8i2Qg/s1600-h/termninator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403355528633744866" style="WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SvyTOZ9bfeI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9OKK0V8i2Qg/s320/termninator.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;guess who's back? after a few weeks of down time thanks to dell having the swine flu, the anchor is back in business. after all that time off (no vacation was taken), i am still at a loss for what i should say to my 5 (possible down to 3 since i was gone for so long) faithful readers that they will enjoy. my first thought was to tell some of the great and magical adventures i returned from. another thought was to tell the story of how i slayed a dragon with my bare hands. i figured since it's been so long, and i don't want to bore whats left of my few readers, i will write about the next best thing..... sex, drug, and rock n roll. well maybe not, due to this blog is rated p.g. (per blogspot regulations). i would like to tell a little story that just took place recently. as i am sure all you know by now (if not read my wife's blog about it) i had surgery last april to have a tumor removed from nasal &amp;amp; brain area. a couple months after the surgery i had to have radiation treatments called "cyberknife" to have the remaining portion of the tumor removed that was inoperable for surgery. this past oct (around the 2nd week, give or take), i had my follow up m.r.i. done for the neurosurgeon involved with the radiation treatments to have him check to see if the tumor was still gone, and only scar tissue in it's place. several weeks went by after i had the m.r.i., when i received a phone from the surgeons office letting me know that they had discovered some residual on the scans that needed further looking into to verify what it is. no problem i thought, cause since i have been dealing with this tumor my case is one that is presented to the group at the barro's neurological center for evaluation. so my case was presented to the group last week, and i was instructed to call the surgeon back to get the results if i hadn't received word from their office by friday. friday comes, and low and behold, no contact from the dr's office, so i called the office, and spoke with a a lady there in the office who instructs me to call back next week, cause the people i needed to speak with where currently out of the office. no worries i thought , all the while in the back of my head i was trying to get myself ready for anything (well almost anything). one thing i have learned from having this tumor is to expect the unexpected. monday comes around, and right in the middle of my work day i get a call from the dr's office informing of the results....... no, they tell me i need to talk to my ear/nose/throat surgeon (i don't know how to spell autolargologist, and frankly don't care enough to look it up, sad, i know) to get the results since he was the one who presented my case to the group. needless to say i immediately get on the phone, and leave a voicemail for a call back from his office to let me know of the results. by this time, its been about a 2 week span from the first phone call about the possible residual , and this had been weigh in on me ever since. finally after 5:00pm on monday i get the call from the correct dr's office, and am in formed that......................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tune into next time to find out!&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;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just kidding, that everything is alright, and that they see no problems or sign of a tumor, YET! now wasn't that little tale more exciting that sex, drugs, and rock n roll, well maybe the drugs &amp;amp; rock n roll part. keep a wrinkle till next time. hasta la vista.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-7246030307491883750?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7246030307491883750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/7246030307491883750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/7246030307491883750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-back.html' title='i&apos;m back'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SvyTOZ9bfeI/AAAAAAAAAFw/9OKK0V8i2Qg/s72-c/termninator.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-8158726286039846290</id><published>2009-10-23T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T17:52:45.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the 30 dirty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SuJP1qv8ZEI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Xf3RxSeThRg/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 124px; HEIGHT: 124px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395963086970315842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SuJP1qv8ZEI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Xf3RxSeThRg/s320/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;now that i have had a couple days to soak in being 30, i am going to do a post that will stand as a time capsule for me, and this blog (with the big assumption that both of us are still around in the future). i am going to put down some ideas, and ask for those 5 readers of this blog to share any input or ideas that you may have, regarding making my 30's even be better than my 20's. hard to beat, no doubt, but i think with a little blood, sweat, tears, and greenback (it's money for those who didn't know) we can make my 30's bigger and better than my roaring 20's. so for starters i am suggesting that i at least make it through my 30's alive. easy to do you may say, but how many of you have heard of the darwin awards? next would have to be...... finishing school. i know your reading this thinking "jodie you have an associates degree in telecommunication from the prestigious south plains college, what else do you need? if your not thinking that, then you should, but back to the point at hand, i need to at least get to my bachelors, if not masters (but let's not get too ahead of ourselves now) before i turn 4.0. i am planning on still being with my wife amy, and our adorable boys (you can read amy's blog if you want to know what trouble they are currently getting into), but you never know, amy could come to her senses (for my sake let hope she doesn't). its a sad but true, but that is really all i got right now as i am trying to be as realistic as possible. yeah there are somethings like play in a band &amp;amp; touring, or making films, and skating @ burnside, but we all know that is just wishful thinking right now. gotta take it in baby steps just like bill murray. i am now opening this post up the 5 to give any of your input/ideals/goals/or thoughts as to what i can do in the next decade to make up things better for myself (selfish i know) than my 20's, as well as make up for things not accomplished as of yet. in 10 years from now (i'm remembering my 1st day at cromer (i think that's how it was spelled) elem &amp;amp; it was a fresh new school, and i was starting the 2nd grade, and we had this great big assembly with larry peterson the new school principal. he and the staff had each class put some stuff into a time capsule, and then at some point (i forgot when) they would take it out from where it was buried (on the inside of the school), and reveal its contents. if anyone remembers when they where going to open up that capsule, please let me know), and together (hopefully the 5 will have multiplied instead of divided) look at what as been said today, and see if i was able to make it to the summit called the 40's. that's all i have for now, but please (pretty please) if you read this post, leave me a note or something that can be added to this momentous occasion. good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-8158726286039846290?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8158726286039846290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/30-dirty.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/8158726286039846290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/8158726286039846290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/30-dirty.html' title='the 30 dirty'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SuJP1qv8ZEI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Xf3RxSeThRg/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-4359277383000540789</id><published>2009-10-20T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T20:08:56.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dum dum dum dum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/St5cbgY8JrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Y4cg6WtPEtM/s1600-h/10-12-07_F_Minus_bday_scene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394851031257196210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/St5cbgY8JrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Y4cg6WtPEtM/s320/10-12-07_F_Minus_bday_scene.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;with this being my last hours prior to turning 3.0, i decided that i would try to reflect on my 20's with a top ten list of "what i can remember memorable moments". now i am going to apologize in advance if i forget something big. my memory isn't the greatest these days. here i go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. courting &amp;amp; getting married to amy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. both my boys being born (mason's was more memoriable, but that goes without saying).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. the realization that i wasn't going to be able to ever in this lifetime become a pro skater (that one still hurts to this day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. got my associate degree from the world renowned south plains college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. grew a beard (several times).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. was in my first films (you can see 2 of them on my facebook).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. had my 1st computer crash (and hopefully my last).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. gained weight (lots of it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. learned to cook (a few things).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. finally, i had my face taken off, and then put back on using a titanium plate and screws to make me even uglier than before (if you can imagine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there you have, the things that stick out the most (or that i can still remember) from my past decade on earth. it's a sad but true i know, but none the less it's me. take it or leave (just kidding to my 5 readers, i need you to keep reading)it. so long till after i am 3.0 (and to my 20's). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. a couple things i forgot to put i the top ten, but did happen just recently, and are worth noting are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. was hit by wife with car (and i saw it coming).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. hot myself in the eye with a towel, and have some blood &amp;amp; fluids come out (seriously).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i'm sure that enough foe now. so long to my 20's, hello 3.0's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-4359277383000540789?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4359277383000540789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/dum-dum-dum-dum.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/4359277383000540789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/4359277383000540789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/dum-dum-dum-dum.html' title='dum dum dum dum'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/St5cbgY8JrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/Y4cg6WtPEtM/s72-c/10-12-07_F_Minus_bday_scene.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-4935921656888836681</id><published>2009-10-07T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T17:03:02.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the true meaning of halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/Ss0qrXs5iZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/PECT47wAbps/s1600-h/blossom-six-joey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 67px; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390011253617428882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/Ss0qrXs5iZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/PECT47wAbps/s320/blossom-six-joey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been having some food for thought moments over the past few days (i can hear you saying it now, here we go again), thinking about the differences between when i was a young buckaroo and celebrating halloween, and now some years later as a father experiencing it with my boys. since i have not celebrated halloween for over quite a few years (previously working nights) the spirit of halloween which once ran through me like the colorado river has since almost dried up much like most the rivers in az. so with a little scrooge in me, i am going to try my best to give some of my thoughts on the differences i see from now to back in the day. the main reason i am kinda down on halloween is the lack of creativity that i see expressed by this current generation. when i was a kid (i do a pic somewhere to prove it), i think i was around 9 or 10 i took and spiked my hair up with gel, wore ripped jeans with a ripped up bye bye birdie t shirt, tied some bandanna's around knee, and put pink hair dye spray on my hair, and i was a punk for halloween. now this costume i put together myself (the only thing i was unable to was purchase the hair spray so my mom did), and that was what i was then. now of days it's all goofy looking masks &amp;amp; costumes that look even cheaper than when i was a kid. people these days believe you have to purchase a costume from a retailer, so they can feel good about not having as many people fired and on food stamps. people used to use their imaginations &amp;amp; creativity to come up with some great costumes. here's another cheesy costume i did for halloween quite a while back (prior to being married to amy, just courting her), and i was joey lawrence (i was the blossom joey, not the i just got out of chemo joey) for halloween. the thought process at the time was amy would be six (blossoms best friend from the show, and amy is a spitting image of her), and i would be joey. so i cut off some sleeves on a flannel, put on some pants with holes all through the knees and elsewhere, put on some old combat boots, and did up my hair up (what hair i had), and spent the evening say "whoa". amy went as six, and all she did was purchase a hat, some flower pants, &amp;amp; a top all that six would have worn and we where the perfect couple at the party. see a little imagination, and a few"whoa's", and you can get costumes on the cheap. i know its hard these days to think of great ideas for costumes with life coming at you a mile minute (i have adhd, so things are going by me even faster), but to me people used to be more excited for halloween. i can remember when i was growing up there being at least one haunted house on each block, if not more, and kids used to be able to roam the streets with their parents, and go door to door (assuming the porch lite was on with no sign that read "will shoot solicitors on site, no questions asked"), and fill up the largest pillow case they had with candy. just like archie said "those where the days". i know there are still some people out there who hold on to that spirit of halloween all year round (we call them pagans), but it seems they are a dying breed (not the pagans). i am venting cause this will be the first time in a number of years that i will be able to get out there and roam the streets (if i can get amy's permission to do so) with my kids, and i would like them to have at least a glimpse of what halloween used to be for me. i want my boys to get the pillow case full of candy (so i can take the good ones from them afterwards, and leave them with candy corn, and the crappy peanut butter wraps that come in only orange and black wrappers- jk), and know what a real haunted house's are (no its not a house that young teens are pressured into going in &amp;amp; are then shown little plays that tells them not to engage in immoral activities, and then out of peer pressure write on a note that they have accepted jesus and all is now well (not to knock it for those of you who like it)), but the real way halloween was supposed to be celebrated and the real haunted house that made you pee your pants cause something freaked you out so badly. now i am going to leave this message with you (my 5 readers), and this is directed at the young (to slightly older) ladies, wearing next to nothing or "ho" outfits for halloween, they don't constitute a costume. i won't complain if you do, but i've seen this in full effect over the past few years since used work nights and i work right next to asu. when i would be getting off of work, the party's on mill ave right next to my work where already in full swing and i could see them for miles. even though it may seem like a good idea to wear the mini skirt w/stockings and call it a witches costume its really not a witches costume (unfortunately due to the blog being rated p.g. i cannot fully disclose a more appropriate word for those costumes. although who am i to dictate for anyone of my readers (all 5 of you) what to wear for halloween. till next time, "trick or treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat, if you don't i don't care, i'll pull down your underwear"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-4935921656888836681?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4935921656888836681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/true-meaning-of-halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/4935921656888836681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/4935921656888836681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/true-meaning-of-halloween.html' title='the true meaning of halloween'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/Ss0qrXs5iZI/AAAAAAAAAFY/PECT47wAbps/s72-c/blossom-six-joey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-240298699681533736</id><published>2009-10-03T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T15:38:36.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>help wanted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SsfSYOMnThI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ZRBH53fGfT0/s1600-h/wanted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 104px; HEIGHT: 104px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388506792741785106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SsfSYOMnThI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ZRBH53fGfT0/s320/wanted.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was watching a movie earlier this week (one that i had seen previously), and my first thought after a few minutes into it is "why am i watching this movie again"? it's been sometime since i last watched (a few years) this film, and i didn't like then. still i spent the next hour and forty minutes (give or take) planted on my bed watching this movie. i don't know if i was expecting it be better than i remembered or just out of plain laziness, but i sat there and finished it for the second with the same results as the first time "i want my hour and forty minutes back". this is the intro for the subject of my post today. i have been thinking long and hard about this with my life (i promise not to go back over my previous post about a similar subject). i have been wondering a great deal how my life has become so complacent. i don't know when it started, but i do know that i need to do somethings different with it or lose more than just the hour and forty five minutes i lost earlier this past week. i know that the first step to getting out of complacently is to first acknowledge it, and then take action against it. with that being said, i leave this post open to all 5 readers (and if there is more, feel free as well) to offer up some suggestions that have worked for you, or if you don't find yourself in the same predicament as myself, you can leave some suggestions that's working for you. please don't think that i am sitting here all depressed (even though it may seem that way). i have just been thinking long hard about how much more my life could be (and hopefully should be), and what the reality of it is. on that note i open it up to the readers of this blog for your help. i thank you in advance for any suggestions offered up to help assist me. please note alcohol and drugs won't help me with this problem, as someone at work suggested (jokingly i hope) this week. till next time. toodle loo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-240298699681533736?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/240298699681533736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/help-wanted.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/240298699681533736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/240298699681533736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/help-wanted.html' title='help wanted'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SsfSYOMnThI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ZRBH53fGfT0/s72-c/wanted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-6708945452075517382</id><published>2009-09-30T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T18:11:51.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just when you thought.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SsQBzizMiWI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OlzkHY-e5Rc/s1600-h/larry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 124px; HEIGHT: 124px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387433039268448610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SsQBzizMiWI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OlzkHY-e5Rc/s320/larry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have been spending the last week, working night &amp;amp; day, day &amp;amp; night on my thesis to share with the world, and now that i am done with it........ i am canning it. it was really bad, and not worth all 5 readers time, so bye bye. anyway i will have something for all 5 of you readers in the near future (i can't guarantee it won't suck). so for now i will leave you with a couple quotes from one my favorite (and possibly the greatest) thinkers of the present day to ponder upon til next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hear the birds? Sometimes I like to pretend that I'm deaf and I try to imagine what it's like not to be able to hear them. It's not that bad". - larry david&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I tell people that I've now done one decent thing in my life. Albeit inadvertently". - larry david&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've led this empty life for over forty years and now I can pass that heritage on and ensure that the misery will continue for at least one more generation. - larry david&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish i had been the one to come up these gems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-6708945452075517382?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6708945452075517382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-when-you-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/6708945452075517382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/6708945452075517382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-when-you-thought.html' title='just when you thought.....'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SsQBzizMiWI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OlzkHY-e5Rc/s72-c/larry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-23544868655328003</id><published>2009-09-26T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T15:44:20.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new tunes for one and all</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/Sr6ZMSls7gI/AAAAAAAAAEA/L3ukG11pMAE/s1600-h/soundtrack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 116px; HEIGHT: 53px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385910640809143810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/Sr6ZMSls7gI/AAAAAAAAAEA/L3ukG11pMAE/s320/soundtrack.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;due to the lack of requests (none to be exact), i took over the concept of what music to be added to the blog. the theme for the time being is movie and tv soundtracks. here you can enjoy 11 hits (and 1 t.v. soundtrack) from some great movie soundtracks, and some not so great (ie:rocky4). there is one film i can't vouch for, but the song is a personal fave of mine. see if you can guess which songs are from what movie (t.v.), without the help of google or other internet search engines. keep your feet on the ground, and keep reaching fopr the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-23544868655328003?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/23544868655328003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-tunes-for-one-and-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/23544868655328003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/23544868655328003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-tunes-for-one-and-all.html' title='new tunes for one and all'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/Sr6ZMSls7gI/AAAAAAAAAEA/L3ukG11pMAE/s72-c/soundtrack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-1898705565809604404</id><published>2009-09-23T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T22:07:16.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cops: fighting crime in the future time</title><content type='html'>for all my readers out there (all 5 of you) i have some homework for you. please watch this complete episode before my next post. i will be doing my master's thesis about this episode. please enjoy one of my favorite cartoons of all times.&lt;br /&gt;ps rock slim you're back! what's it like at the johnson estate? i've got a lot of enemies over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LkvGxkydFgw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LkvGxkydFgw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vhewEOGwzJU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vhewEOGwzJU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590817582052719922-1898705565809604404?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1898705565809604404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/cops-fighting-crime-in-future-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/1898705565809604404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/1898705565809604404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/cops-fighting-crime-in-future-time.html' title='cops: fighting crime in the future time'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-6279766802416985730</id><published>2009-09-22T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T18:16:19.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new tunes coming soon, by you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/Srl2bb_VB9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/d6Y_YWrHJao/s1600-h/duke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 276px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384465043240060882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/Srl2bb_VB9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/d6Y_YWrHJao/s320/duke.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am just putting it out there for the next time i switch up the tunes list, what would you the inspired readers of this wonderfully insightful blog like to hear (please keep it appropriate). i'm all ears, sorta speak with your choices. i will tell you upfront, that i will not honor any requests for song renditions done by the cast of glee. i have hear enough of them here at my house during the week. i look forward to hearing what suggestions are out there. tootle loo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-6279766802416985730?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6279766802416985730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-tunes-coming-soon-by-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/6279766802416985730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/6279766802416985730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-tunes-coming-soon-by-you.html' title='new tunes coming soon, by you'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/Srl2bb_VB9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/d6Y_YWrHJao/s72-c/duke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-9025294039816111487</id><published>2009-09-21T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T16:58:26.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hindsight is always 20-20, But looking back it's still a bit fuzzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SrgS2mwjW8I/AAAAAAAAADw/flJ4l7cOjW8/s1600-h/life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 270px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384074083847855042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SrgS2mwjW8I/AAAAAAAAADw/flJ4l7cOjW8/s320/life.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today is the one month mark till i become the big 3.0 or thirty as they used to call it in the olden days. since this momentous occasion is creeping near, i have been taking some time out of my busy schedule to do some soul searching, and to mainly ask myself one basic question: what the heck happened to my life? here i am about to turn thirty, and can only wonder what happened to my life. i have heard that when people are faced with insurmountable odds or danger is looking them square in the face, they often have out of body experiences, where they watch their life pass right before them. i haven't had that opportunity yet, but i am sure that it would pretty quick, and pretty painful to watch. having lived my current life for almost thirty years, when i look back all i can think of is where did the time &amp;amp; everything go. this may sound like another depression induced rant by yours truly (and maybe it is), but i have been doing some soul searching as i have also been pondering, &amp;amp; wondering on the choices i have made. we all have had to make choices, and i am wondering if some of the choices i have made along the way have been wrong or not the best ones. here i am looking at thirty, and i still don't have my bachelors degree. i can boast an associates degree from one of the top colleges out there (spc), but it doesn't seem to compete in the real world against a bachelor's, or even a higher degree. i can remember back in my youthful days, and i knew i wanted my career to be playing pro basketball for the nba. it started way back in my elementary school days, but after being beaten one of my teachers who was wearing cowboy boots, and was shorter than me (even back then). that let me know that it wasn't going to be realistic for me to able to compete in nba (wnba possibly, just for you steph). then in my early teen days it changed to being a professional skateboarder, but by high school i was pretty sure that i didn't have what was needed on a skill level to compete, and make a living at it. then i started to move towards films &amp;amp; film making, and although it is still a strong interest of mine, i have come to realize its not all the glitz &amp;amp; glam or blood &amp;amp; violence that i once thought it to be, but a cesspool of remakes &amp;amp; unoriginality that goes along with lots of grotesque fill in the blank_________ . i have worked on several films (most of them have never been finished), but no project yet has been able to light the fire under my backside to get me to put all my eggs in that basket &amp;amp; roll the dice. around this time i also thought about screenwriting. as i am sure for the 5 that read this blog, you know i can't write a correct sentence using the correct punctuations or use the right word with the right context. now that i have looked down on my life's path, and have wondered what in the heck took place, i seem to remember that i met a young lady (although 30 now, so young might not be the appropriate word), and had a world wind romance with her, and even got married (to which i am still married to this not so young lady, and am even more in love with her today than ever ;) (that ought be land me some brownie points)). i have several close friends that i keep in touch with somewhat regularly (from once a week to once a month), and they are the best. although i am still looking for new friends or replacement friends, if you know somebody that would fit in with this motley crew, please have them send in their applications to me for review. i also have two little demons, i mean boys, who are the light of my life. they are the biggest pains in my back, but i can't stay mad at them when they tell me that "daddy your a decepticon, but i love you anyways". who can resist that, being called a bad guy, and at the same time being let told that you are still loved. before i get too fruity with this post, i wanted to end by saying, even though right now i am not doing exactly what i would like to do as a career, i can at least say that "i have job" (as i have been reminded of quite a bit lately). so for those of looking back on life and saying "man i am doing exactly what i want to do with myself" forget you. for those of you, who like me, may have had life not turn out so far not as planned, hopefully there is enough good stuff in your life to help you want to keep from call dr. kevorkian, if not, then take up a hobby like watching sports, or fill in the blank_________. adios amigos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-9025294039816111487?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9025294039816111487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/hindsight-is-always-20-20-but-looking.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/9025294039816111487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/9025294039816111487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/hindsight-is-always-20-20-but-looking.html' title='Hindsight is always 20-20, But looking back it&apos;s still a bit fuzzy'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SrgS2mwjW8I/AAAAAAAAADw/flJ4l7cOjW8/s72-c/life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-8426680068576534628</id><published>2009-09-16T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T16:21:49.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>celebrate good times come on, let's celebrate them!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SrFyS6TJTCI/AAAAAAAAADo/ee8nBhcB5AQ/s1600-h/youckie+drink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 213px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382208698897222690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SrFyS6TJTCI/AAAAAAAAADo/ee8nBhcB5AQ/s320/youckie+drink.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am in a good mood today like no one good mood i have had for such a long time. my toes are arched upward (or possibly downward, whichever way feels best), and i can't stop smiling (whether that is a good thing or not is yet to be determined). the grass is greener, the birds are chirping, and the sky is a shade of baby blue (not technically) i haven't seen for sometime. the reason you maybe asking yourself, "why would someone who lives in a constant state of suicidalness (if that's a real word, i have never played scrabble, so i don't know) &amp;amp; is always looking at everything as the cup is half empty, could be so cheery today"? and that is a great question, thank you for asking. i have the answer for you, and its been a long time coming. for the past year (give or take a week or so) i have been ruled by a regime that has held a bitter grudge against me daily &amp;amp; in return has created some very awkward moments at work. i opened my big mouth last year (around the same time as now) and made some disparaging remarks to this person about some people that they didn't know, but this person is partial to those being disparaged (i due admit the remarks where a little distasteful (and out of character for me). ever since those remarks where uttered there has hovered over me this dark cloud or an even better way to describe the situation is the 2 ton elephant in the room (and the room is the size of my kids playroom, which if you didn't know is really small). this grudge that has been held against me finally comes to a resolution today (and officially in a couple weeks). i will now be working with a new individual &amp;amp; at this point i am starting over. for me the foot stays in my mouth &amp;amp; doesn't ever get to leave it for any reason. after having those remarks thrown back into my face over and over (as recently as yesterday to be exact), i cannot wait for this fresh start. so for the next couple of weeks, i will keep my nose to the grindstone, and my foot in my mouth, but come the beginning of oct i am a new man. good things come to those who wait (or don't make off hand remarks about people to other people who you don't know will take them way to seriously &amp;amp; to their heart ). amanda "don't call me mandy"if your reading this post, i miss working with you. you where the best (and i sincerely mean it). so tonight we open up a bottle of the finest champagne available (since i am a non drinker that will be either be sprite, or ice cold water (as my kids call it), and let's make a toast to better days ahead. so long (sucka), and good night. tootles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-8426680068576534628?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8426680068576534628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/celebrate-good-times-come-on-let.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/8426680068576534628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/8426680068576534628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/celebrate-good-times-come-on-let.html' title='celebrate good times come on, let&apos;s celebrate them!'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SrFyS6TJTCI/AAAAAAAAADo/ee8nBhcB5AQ/s72-c/youckie+drink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-3162342366075982637</id><published>2009-09-15T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T18:19:13.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in remembrance of dalton</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SrA8o95tVNI/AAAAAAAAADg/25NQIcIntH0/s1600-h/patrick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 132px; HEIGHT: 122px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381868229216785618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SrA8o95tVNI/AAAAAAAAADg/25NQIcIntH0/s320/patrick.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;recently i posted about starting top 10 list posts, and in keeping in that same spirit of the necessity to have to put everything in top 10 lists, i am going to do my list today on patrick swayze movies. in remembrance of a mediocre actor who never forgot where he came from, and never backed down to a good smoke (even after being diagnosed with cancer), what a trooper i will try to put down for my readers (all 5) my top faves. now with this tribute being for patrick and in remembrance of his legacy, i hate to admit it but, i never really liked him, so i couldn't come up with a complete top ten list of his movies, so i will do my best to make as complete a list as i can of the movies i have seen with him (no i haven't seen dirty dancing, and currently have no plans on seeing it). so without further ado here is my list of movies with patrick swayze that i have seen and would recommend:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. point break - by far his best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. red dawn - the next in line behind point break in goodness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. the outsiders - he's the big brother we all wished we had if our parents died while being a teenager  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. skatetown u.s.a - most people probably haven't seen this gem, but worth the watch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. roadhouse - although i believe he was nominated for a razzie, it is worth the watch (at least once)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. black dog - mainly because of randy travis &amp;amp; meatloaf, but pat's not so bad in it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. his appearance as guest host of snl back in 1990 - yes i do know that the only skit anyone remembers from this is the one with him &amp;amp; chris farley as chippendales (classic)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the true fans out there reading this post, i am sorry, but this is where the list ends for me. now a moment of silence for this master actor (smoke em if you got em). till next time (unless your patrick).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-3162342366075982637?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3162342366075982637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-remembrance-of-dalton.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/3162342366075982637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/3162342366075982637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-remembrance-of-dalton.html' title='in remembrance of dalton'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SrA8o95tVNI/AAAAAAAAADg/25NQIcIntH0/s72-c/patrick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-9055102066275118399</id><published>2009-09-14T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T16:53:54.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>last week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/Sq7XerLr73I/AAAAAAAAADY/KBvvyvEEHoE/s1600-h/vomit.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381475526742110066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/Sq7XerLr73I/AAAAAAAAADY/KBvvyvEEHoE/s320/vomit.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;well in case you where wondering if i was dead (all the people that really care), yes i am still alive and well (relatively speaking that is). last week was one for the books. i haven't been that sick in quite sometime. usually every 6 months or so i tend to get a little sick &amp;amp; then after a day or so i good to go, but this last week knocked me down. it started on tues evening (around 11pm) throwing up &amp;amp; having other liquids emitted from my body, till around 4am (it was pretty consistent till around 2ish, &amp;amp; then it was around every 15 - 30 mins or so). needless to say i was off of work on wed, but then i woke up thurs &amp;amp; i could barely move. my whole body (joints especially) hurt like back in the day when i would play b-ball or skate for hours on end with no real stretching done prior. so thurs evening roll around, and i am in a world of pain physically, but my stomach had settled down for the most, so i figure tomorrow (friday) i am well enough to get back to the grindstone. friday morn comes around and i can't even stay awake, &amp;amp; i am hurting even more physically. so going into the weekend i am thinking that i will feel better, but here i am monday afternoon, and i am still not feeling 100% (although i'm around the mid 90's area). i know your probably asking yourself, "why did i just waste my time reading this post, when i could have been doing a billion other things that would have been more constructive with my precious time", but too bad "sucker". the truth is that your right about that. usually i try not post about my day to day life (mainly cause its really boring, and not a fun read), but i figured since i can't think of anything else to post, why not just let this post rip (sorta speak). in case your wondering, yes both my boys got the same thing, and had to miss school (connor on thurs &amp;amp; fri &amp;amp; mason on fri). till next time, please wash your hands profusely &amp;amp; get plenty of rest. a quick tip, sprite with chicken noodle soup &amp;amp; saltine crackers does sit better in your system than anything else (i found this out last week). laterz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590817582052719922-9055102066275118399?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9055102066275118399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-week.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/9055102066275118399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/9055102066275118399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-week.html' title='last week'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/Sq7XerLr73I/AAAAAAAAADY/KBvvyvEEHoE/s72-c/vomit.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-9191394862206181115</id><published>2009-09-08T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T20:13:46.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new threads</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SqccELxcn9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/svZbhwqyamI/s1600-h/john+hughes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 100px; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379299138122588114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SqccELxcn9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/svZbhwqyamI/s320/john+hughes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;because my time is so valuable (around 12 dollars an hour these days), i try to not blog everyday, and if i do a post, then i like to keep it @ around one post per day, so you know when i drop two posts in a day it can only mean one thing... good things are coming. i am ripping off &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dave&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;letterman&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; entertainment weekly, and am starting a new thread of posts that will be about my current top ten faves in different fields. i invite all who read this blog to participate in the top ten lists. i know i enjoy reading about people faves as much as the next guy, so feel free to comment, or add ideas as to what upcoming top ten lists maybe. so with this spirit,  i am starting off my first top ten list in remembrance of a great film maker who we all lost recently, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mr&lt;/span&gt;. john &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hughes&lt;/span&gt;. tonight's top ten is my top 10 favorite john &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hughes&lt;/span&gt; movies (these are from him either being a director/producer/writer, or all the above):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. breakfast club (need i say more/&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; fave)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. uncle buck (my fave john candy flick ever)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ferris&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bueller's&lt;/span&gt; day off (the only thing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;matthew&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;brodrick&lt;/span&gt; has done that i remember liking)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. pretty in pink (o.m.d. soundtrack, i still the 45 of "if you leave")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. weird science (i have always wanted to create a computer program girl since i first saw this movie, and when technology catches up with john, i will have my computer created women. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;amy&lt;/span&gt; is not computer generated women (as far as i know))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. home alone (ac says ten percent, well ac ain't in charge anymore) note: none of the other ones even come close to making this list&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. dutch (this was the first movie i ever saw with ed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;o'neill&lt;/span&gt; in after married with children, and realized how bad of an actor he truly is, but in a good way)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. national lampoons &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;european&lt;/span&gt; vacation (nothing further needs to be said, by far the best of any of the national lampoons)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. planes trains &amp;amp; automobiles (another classic with not only &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;steve&lt;/span&gt; martin but john candy as the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;abbott&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;costello&lt;/span&gt; duo. also this movie connects &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;joh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hughes&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kevin&lt;/span&gt; bacon without going through all 6 degrees.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. last but no least, well maybe.... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mr&lt;/span&gt;. mom (outside of the first couple batman's, this was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;michael&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;keaton's&lt;/span&gt; best work. this movie means more to me now, since i am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mr&lt;/span&gt;. mom at home, just ask &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;amy&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so this concludes my first installment of the top 10. so please feel free to say what you like (or dislike) about my list (as long as it's appropriate). please give me any suggestion for any &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;further&lt;/span&gt; top ten lists you would like to read about. on that note good night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-9191394862206181115?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9191394862206181115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-threads.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/9191394862206181115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/9191394862206181115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-threads.html' title='new threads'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SqccELxcn9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/svZbhwqyamI/s72-c/john+hughes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-3616581583767194543</id><published>2009-09-08T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T15:56:21.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>connor's post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/Sqbf3xqoQKI/AAAAAAAAADI/B2L8_i0fG7k/s1600-h/transformers_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379232954258571426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/Sqbf3xqoQKI/AAAAAAAAADI/B2L8_i0fG7k/s320/transformers_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today i am going with the approach that since i have nothing of importance to say, i am going to sit here and type a story that my son connor tells me. if you read mine or amy's blog you know that connor is really really really into transformers, so here goes a new story about transformers as told by connor &amp;amp; ghost written by yours truly. connor even picked the picture for this post (although i tried to get him to pick a picture of megan fox, it fell on deaf ears. i didn't know she couldn't even compete with optimus prime &amp;amp; megatron). here it goes ..... &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;once upon a time there was remote control truck that was regular (not a transformer), and they drove it to the decepticons are &amp;amp; they transformed. they fight the autobots and they transform back into robots and then they fight again, and then they drove again. they are super fast. then they transform, and then they fight (again). theses statements are then repeated a few more times, and then...... the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;i hope that this little story was more gratifying than having to be subjected to another rant by myself. till next time "keep your feet on the ground, and keep reaching for the stars" (property of casey kasem, and no other).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-3616581583767194543?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3616581583767194543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/connors-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/3616581583767194543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/3616581583767194543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/connors-post.html' title='connor&apos;s post'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/Sqbf3xqoQKI/AAAAAAAAADI/B2L8_i0fG7k/s72-c/transformers_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-7553731782469228867</id><published>2009-09-07T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T11:51:58.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new tunes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SqVWF9XnhzI/AAAAAAAAADA/jqZNH03gk1g/s1600-h/tunes.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 119px; HEIGHT: 119px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378799990336882482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SqVWF9XnhzI/AAAAAAAAADA/jqZNH03gk1g/s320/tunes.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;just a quick fyi, new tunes are available for your listening enjoyment. just a quick note about these new songs. these tracks where picked by my two boys. the first 5 where picked my connor, and the remaining by mason. yes connor picked major tom in spanish, cause he though it sounded funny. enjoy the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-7553731782469228867?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7553731782469228867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-tunes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/7553731782469228867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/7553731782469228867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-tunes.html' title='new tunes'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SqVWF9XnhzI/AAAAAAAAADA/jqZNH03gk1g/s72-c/tunes.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-7204903544476178557</id><published>2009-09-05T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T21:17:04.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>holy day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SqM3sDcbj0I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Ra-WEfi2sQE/s1600-h/football.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378203609988828994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SqM3sDcbj0I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Ra-WEfi2sQE/s320/football.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today is a day of worship that kicks off the holiest time of year. i am sure most people know as to what i am referring to. this is the season that brings in more church goers than christmas. if you don't know what religious day today is, then you must not be a fan of college football &amp;amp; football in general. due to lack of tickets or team around to root for, i had to watch today's sermon from the comfort of my little cottage. i unfortunately don't have dish or cable so my game viewing time is limited (usually to nbc/cbs/&amp;amp; abc). as with any good church goer i made several observations during today's sermons from the 2 games i was able to partake of (both being pretty boring, but at least the georgia vs osu game wasn't a complete blow out). here is my list of observations that i came across today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. the use of the mute button when there's no plays going on the field. even a pastor knows when to give it a rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. snacks are a necessity. diet soda &amp;amp; chips are a great sacrament, but you (mainly me) need more goodies than just that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. espn is the king james bible for college football. i need to get the king james, and stop using the niv updated version (nbc/cbs/abc).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. a nursery or some place to keep the kids occupied is a must, in order to be able to get the fullness of the sermon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(just a side note, there is no religious overtones for the next few observations)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. cutting the cameras to somewhere else on the fields when players start to squabble is a no no. we need to see the players in action at all times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. giving the cheerleaders more camera time is a must. they are a very important part of the team, and need much more face time than the stations giving them right now. the only exception to this rule is the male cheerleaders, and that is because they the ones who either got cut from the team or couldn't make through the tryout process. no one (or most people) wants to see people that can't cut it in the real leagues ( just look at arena football &amp;amp; the wnba).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. a real h.d. tv is a must. even with the stupid converter box, i still spent quite a bit of time adjusting the antenna to get the picture to work properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. even a montage of great college football clips can't make the dave matthews sound good. they are just awful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. being there live &amp;amp; tailgating is night and day from sitting at home (in most cases) and watching the games on t.v.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. final observation from today's sermon..... it doesn't have to due with football, but the fall lineup of shows on abc look really really really dumb. sorry if your a fan of the fall lineup, but the promos for the shows i saw today made me cringe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;with all this being said, i think there is really only one appropriate response to end this post or sermon which ever you feel it is. amen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590817582052719922-7204903544476178557?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7204903544476178557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/holy-day.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/7204903544476178557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/7204903544476178557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/holy-day.html' title='holy day'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SqM3sDcbj0I/AAAAAAAAAC4/Ra-WEfi2sQE/s72-c/football.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-5069969961849933591</id><published>2009-09-05T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T20:23:44.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>comments please</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SqMnMebIGwI/AAAAAAAAACw/_BUZJYuY3mQ/s1600-h/comment.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378185475289258754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SqMnMebIGwI/AAAAAAAAACw/_BUZJYuY3mQ/s320/comment.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;just a quick note for those of you (all 5) out there who are reading my thoughtful &amp;amp; provocative posts on this great blog, if you could please just leave a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Little&lt;/span&gt; (or big, i don't care either way)comment for me after you read my posts. its so sad that my wife has such long stacks of comments after most of her posts (which she uses against me daily), and i am usually the lone ranger after most of mine. just a quick comment. please. pretty please, now i feel like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;adam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sandler&lt;/span&gt; in the "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;herlihy&lt;/span&gt; boy" sketch from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;snl&lt;/span&gt; from back in the good old days (when it was worth staying up late to watch it, cause you know it was going to be funny). thanks again from anchor management.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/VbMAslNzV-EWVemRPK2Prw"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/VbMAslNzV-EWVemRPK2Prw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; WIDTH: 130px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; HEIGHT: 146px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" width="130" height="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3590817582052719922-5069969961849933591?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5069969961849933591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/comments-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/5069969961849933591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/5069969961849933591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/comments-please.html' title='comments please'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SqMnMebIGwI/AAAAAAAAACw/_BUZJYuY3mQ/s72-c/comment.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-4723547421370332466</id><published>2009-08-31T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:33:54.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>additonal poster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SpxdmueZfZI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vxm-u0rBJj4/s1600-h/Incompetence+update.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376274975065472402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SpxdmueZfZI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vxm-u0rBJj4/s320/Incompetence+update.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enjoy another pic on the house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-4723547421370332466?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4723547421370332466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/additonal-poster.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/4723547421370332466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/4723547421370332466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/additonal-poster.html' title='additonal poster'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SpxdmueZfZI/AAAAAAAAACo/Vxm-u0rBJj4/s72-c/Incompetence+update.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-9190920070208459332</id><published>2009-08-31T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:29:32.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>incompetency seems to be the future</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/Spxcy-UGCBI/AAAAAAAAACg/hKzKwBBOMNM/s1600-h/incompetence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 223px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376274085964023826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/Spxcy-UGCBI/AAAAAAAAACg/hKzKwBBOMNM/s320/incompetence.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have been curious for sometime now, why is it that people in high places, seem to show such a level of incompetence, that even someone with such low standards as myself is shocked? i will be the first (and many would agree) to admit that over the years i have shown some incompetence from time to time, but they where usually when i was in a position to do so and not effect anyone else but myself. now i am seeing more and more the levels of incompetency, and its getting very scary to me. i due not wish to turn this post into a political one (although the content is right on the money), i just want to vent for a minute as to why i have to be one to go above and beyond just because someone else doesn't deem it important enough? why i say? why? i find it interesting that the more competent i seem to perform, the more i get into trouble or get talked to, and these are usually done by the same people that don't even have the knowledge or skills to due what i am doing. as you can probably tell, something(s) happened to me recently make me write this post. several events have transpired to inspire this vent, but due to circumstances beyond my control, i will not share specifics at this time (maybe in the future, if i am competent enough). i only ask that if you can, please try not to be as incompetent as some of the people i have been in contact lately. thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. family is currently excluded, in case you're wondering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-9190920070208459332?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9190920070208459332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/incompetency-seems-to-be-future.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/9190920070208459332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/9190920070208459332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/incompetency-seems-to-be-future.html' title='incompetency seems to be the future'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/Spxcy-UGCBI/AAAAAAAAACg/hKzKwBBOMNM/s72-c/incompetence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-3939504353582357022</id><published>2009-08-27T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T19:03:58.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bad day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/Spc69pf5JHI/AAAAAAAAACY/NA_h_BVmmAw/s1600-h/bad+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 130px; HEIGHT: 105px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374829511076029554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/Spc69pf5JHI/AAAAAAAAACY/NA_h_BVmmAw/s320/bad+day.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am sticking to the old adage that "if you have nothing nice to say, then say nothing at all", and with that, good night!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-3939504353582357022?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3939504353582357022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/bad-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/3939504353582357022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/3939504353582357022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/bad-day.html' title='bad day'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/Spc69pf5JHI/AAAAAAAAACY/NA_h_BVmmAw/s72-c/bad+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-3421979854718889068</id><published>2009-08-26T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T18:31:43.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a day of rememberance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SpXhl5NOZWI/AAAAAAAAACI/EwXZimVK7F0/s1600-h/mary+jo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 137px; HEIGHT: 109px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374449771464254818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SpXhl5NOZWI/AAAAAAAAACI/EwXZimVK7F0/s320/mary+jo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;as i know everyone has probably heard by now, we lost a dear man yesterday. sen kennedy, so please let have a moment of silence observed as we hold our breath under water. so long. glub glub glub&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SpXhsFymEgI/AAAAAAAAACQ/kzX5-hs5XYY/s1600-h/kennedy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 119px; HEIGHT: 141px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374449877921436162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SpXhsFymEgI/AAAAAAAAACQ/kzX5-hs5XYY/s320/kennedy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/3590817582052719922-3421979854718889068?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3421979854718889068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-of-rememberance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/3421979854718889068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/3421979854718889068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-of-rememberance.html' title='a day of rememberance'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SpXhl5NOZWI/AAAAAAAAACI/EwXZimVK7F0/s72-c/mary+jo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-7573421473476111196</id><published>2009-08-26T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T17:50:33.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>newton's laws of motion debunked</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SpXYTrWFPvI/AAAAAAAAABw/pp7sd_VH90M/s1600-h/issac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 146px; HEIGHT: 87px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374439562901012210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SpXYTrWFPvI/AAAAAAAAABw/pp7sd_VH90M/s320/issac.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes as the title states, i the anchor am here to let everyone know that in fact sir issac newton was wrong. in newton's law of motion, it states that "for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction". now i know that its common place to accept these old school theorems as the gospel truth, but here i will let you know just exactly how wrong newton was. now issac newton was born back in 1643, so at the time i am sure he didn't know what force would lay ahead of him after after he departed this earth. these forces would come in the years 2002 &amp;amp; then in 2005, they are known as mason and connor (x3). my first example that debunks this law is that every time i clean a room (kitchen, bedroom, playroom, etc), they are destroyed by these forces in a matter of minutes (if not seconds most times). when these two forces combine, get out of the way. no matter how many times i try to stop them, they barrel right through me, and anything else in their path. another example is when i make them food, before i can finish even cooking it, these guys have already devoured what was there, and are working on seconds. for those of you who know me, know i'm not much of a science guy, other than having to watch alan alda &amp;amp; bill nye science videos in school, my knowledge in the science fields are non existence. for those of you reading this post &amp;amp; know heath cotter, i remember the first time after he left the bakery to work in construction, and he come into the bakery to chat with everybody. he told me of how most of what he was doing with the construction company was demolition work. i remember the way he spoke about breaking through walls with jackhammers &amp;amp; bringing down the house with all sorts of power tools. i vividly remember my own thoughts of the fun and excitement of wearing a hard hat &amp;amp; driving a crane and demolishing any building in my way. now that a demolition crew with twice (if not more) the power is bringing down my own little cottage, my thoughts aren't as rosy as they once where. so remember when someone tells you "for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction" let them they are wrong, and they can view the evidence by coming to my house (or whats left of it). till next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590817582052719922-7573421473476111196?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7573421473476111196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/newtons-laws-of-motion-debunked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/7573421473476111196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/7573421473476111196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/newtons-laws-of-motion-debunked.html' title='newton&apos;s laws of motion debunked'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SpXYTrWFPvI/AAAAAAAAABw/pp7sd_VH90M/s72-c/issac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-2028918660809527570</id><published>2009-08-24T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T16:57:49.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the truth behind bloggin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SpMovd8OtTI/AAAAAAAAABo/M8Nz62-A-xg/s1600-h/blogging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 246px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373683576339346738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SpMovd8OtTI/AAAAAAAAABo/M8Nz62-A-xg/s320/blogging.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i found this picture, and it pretty much sums up most of my feelings i have felt over the past few weeks, as i got started in the blogging realm. i have been told that i even have some similarities to our friends in the monkey world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tootles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-2028918660809527570?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2028918660809527570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/truth-behind-bloggin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/2028918660809527570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/2028918660809527570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/truth-behind-bloggin.html' title='the truth behind bloggin'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SpMovd8OtTI/AAAAAAAAABo/M8Nz62-A-xg/s72-c/blogging.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-8054217396936220926</id><published>2009-08-24T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T16:48:46.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another day in......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SpMmryKG4LI/AAAAAAAAABg/ohmjk2X3oUU/s1600-h/medisctry.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 258px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373681314023530674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SpMmryKG4LI/AAAAAAAAABg/ohmjk2X3oUU/s320/medisctry.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;just another day in paradise (or as i call it mediocrityville). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;adios till next time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590817582052719922-8054217396936220926?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8054217396936220926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-day-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/8054217396936220926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/8054217396936220926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-day-in.html' title='another day in......'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SpMmryKG4LI/AAAAAAAAABg/ohmjk2X3oUU/s72-c/medisctry.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-5865645342021673244</id><published>2009-08-23T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T09:25:48.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>too bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SpFtC1TQFGI/AAAAAAAAABY/py2nNde9-u8/s1600-h/dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 118px; HEIGHT: 92px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373195725864703074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SpFtC1TQFGI/AAAAAAAAABY/py2nNde9-u8/s320/dance.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i am sorry to say, but due to the overwhelming lack of caring (or possibly due to their concerns about the damage that could be caused) on behalf of the voting people, the beast will stay contained, and will not be eligible to be unleashed for another 10 years. just around the time disney re releases lady &amp;amp; the tramp, little mermaid, pocahontas, 101 dalmatians, aladdin, etc, etc, . thanks to the few that did vote, you exercised your god given right right as an american to vote. i'm ending it now due to i can't keep amy in anymore suspense. she could barely sleep last, and since she wasn't sleeping that good, it was up to her make sure i didn't either. now that she has been put out of misery, we can now move on. anyway, sorry, but the beast will stay leashed and locked up until further notice. enjoy your sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-5865645342021673244?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5865645342021673244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/too-bad.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/5865645342021673244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/5865645342021673244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/too-bad.html' title='too bad'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SpFtC1TQFGI/AAAAAAAAABY/py2nNde9-u8/s72-c/dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-2672166101052103355</id><published>2009-08-20T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T16:51:27.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so you think the beast can be unleashed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/So3hb4f7mNI/AAAAAAAAABQ/BXA2DD6Udl4/s1600-h/vote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 124px; HEIGHT: 99px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372197799661902034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/So3hb4f7mNI/AAAAAAAAABQ/BXA2DD6Udl4/s320/vote.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish everyone who's voted (or even read the post about the dance off) could see amy sweating bullets these days as the countdown comes close to an end, and the votes aren't even close to get this old dogg on the dance floor . she's bitten her fingernails all the way down to the bone, and she's such a nervous wreck. all this stress stems from her deep desire to see me unleash this beast in such a way that hasn't been seen in the united states since hurricane katrina (although taiwan came close recently with typhoon morakot). there are scientists &amp;amp; geologists from all over the world are running tests and experiments to try to gauge what the death tolls we be if the leash should come off of this beast. me being the realist that i am, know that there is no way that there could be 23 votes (not even 10 people read this blog), so i am lowering the bar down in order to try to even out the playing field. that being said, the new vote threshold will now be a minimum of 10 votes, but they still have to be from 10 different people. right now the readers are about half of the way there with everyone who has voted so far throwing caution to the wind in the name of being a part of history. the countdown continues on through sometime this coming sunday (aug 23), after which if the votes aren't there, then the beast goes back in the vault for a min of 10 years, just like all those lame disney cartoon movies. i do promise that if by a miracle there's at least 10 votes, and the majority are for the beast to dance, then you will not only be a part of history, but you will be more entertained &amp;amp; in awe than any of the boring disney cartoons (pinocchio being the only exception) that we were all forced to watch as children. just to sweeten the pot, connor has signed up to appear beside (as long as he can keep up) me on the dance floor for this momentous event. let the games begin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&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/3590817582052719922-2672166101052103355?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2672166101052103355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-you-think-beast-can-be-unleashed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/2672166101052103355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/2672166101052103355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-you-think-beast-can-be-unleashed.html' title='so you think the beast can be unleashed'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/So3hb4f7mNI/AAAAAAAAABQ/BXA2DD6Udl4/s72-c/vote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-6398639242629884845</id><published>2009-08-17T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:42:51.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dance off (or not)!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/Soom0tBjBpI/AAAAAAAAABI/yHbvgi8HaxI/s1600-h/dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 137px; HEIGHT: 65px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371148192473876114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/Soom0tBjBpI/AAAAAAAAABI/yHbvgi8HaxI/s320/dance.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this past week my loving and wonderful wife has been buggin me to allow her to video myself in the act of getting down, and bogeying on the dance floor, because i dared to speak out on the truth about the idiocracy that is known as "so you think you can dance". during the past seasons it hasn't been an issue in our house cause i worked nights, and wasn't subjected to the ridiculousness of this show, but due to a change in my work schedule i was thrown like a dirty towel into the mix of this show this season. of course i don't dare watch it for fear of losing anymore of my keen brainpower with their mindless dance routines. i know i did several dances for amy during the course of the show this past season, and i couldn't once get her attention, so hopefully now i will. i even went as far as to do a striptease, getting all the way down to just my shorts, only to find her gaze on another man doing a lame choreographed dance. her gaze never even came my way after the routine was done and they broke for commercial. oh well her lose (or so i keep telling myself). i can't for the life of me see how people can sit there, and be shown how to dance, and then wham we are supposed to be wowed by that. to me dancing is very much a spontaneous and has its own flow through the body, not some choreographed moves approved by mtv &amp;amp; teenagers! now i will stop myself &amp;amp; give the proper props to these dancers cause there is some skill level to they are doing, but to waste 3-4 hours a week watching that nonsense is unlogical to me. that being said, my wife thought that because of my trash talk during this last go around on t.v. (yes i have been notified that they are now branching off into the fall, which means fox will become a 24hr / 7 days a week reality nightmare for which the nigel guy from the show will be producing and profiting like a bandit) i should put my stanky leg where my mouth is, and allow her to video tape me doing a dance. she would then post it for everyone to vote to see if i am as good as i say i am. to steal her thunder, i am now putting out a vote for the few readers to my blog: WHO WANTS ME TO UNLEASH THE BEAST, AND DUE TO A DANCE THAT EVERYONE CAN BE IN AWE OF? OR WHO WOULD RATHER THE BEAST STAY LEASHED UP TIGHT? the rules i have are simple, if i can get 23 people (it must at least be 23 &amp;amp; they must be different people) to say yeah or nay to this vote i will let the majority rule. that being said, there has to be at least 23 different people voting, non of this garbage from the show where you can call as much as like (you can, but it only counts 1 time). the vote starts right now, and will be over by this sunday (aug 23) at sometime during the day, i am not sure when, but it will probably be around the time i check this blog. so once again to reiterate, i am having people (a minimum of 23 different to make the vote valid) vote to see if whether or not they want this beast unleashed or if they want to keep the beast contained. if by a miracle i get the 23 votes, and the majority want to see the beast unleashed, then i will post a quick post of a couple tracks to have people vote on, and from there amy will due to the honors of video taping a master at work for the world to see. if not, then oh well, at least we will all know the truth (that the citizens of the Internet couldn't handle double doing the stanky leg). on your marks, get set, let the voting (games) Begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i promise all votes will be counted (but only 1 per person).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; WIDTH: 130px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590817582052719922-6398639242629884845?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6398639242629884845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-past-week-my-loving-and-wonderful.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/6398639242629884845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/6398639242629884845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-past-week-my-loving-and-wonderful.html' title='dance off (or not)!'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/Soom0tBjBpI/AAAAAAAAABI/yHbvgi8HaxI/s72-c/dance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-1040651951645563406</id><published>2009-08-17T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:54:04.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new playlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SoolwL4PmRI/AAAAAAAAABA/TTCr_iK6B-E/s1600-h/mars+volta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371147015345379602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SoolwL4PmRI/AAAAAAAAABA/TTCr_iK6B-E/s320/mars+volta.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey everyone (all 3 - 5 readers of this blog), i have a new playlist, and with this new playlist comes a new theme for it. the theme i picked this time around is music from bands that i have seen play live. there are many other bands (most of them i am unable chose from the main playlist) that i have seen live. there is however one band on this list for which i have not seen live. that music talent is non other than matthew sweet. to make a long story short, my bro jake bought me &amp;amp; him tickets for my 15 b-day, and when he purchased the tickets he was told (i was with him to witness) that it was an all ages show, so right at the beginning as we where getting in line to get into the show, we where told that it's an 18 and up show only. needless to say my dreams where shattered, and my life was altered in a way that i have never been able to recover from. since i was supposed to be at this show, i feel i can put 1 of his tracks (the one i like the most) on this playlist. what i did with this theme is try to pick 2 songs from the albums for which i saw them performed. matthew sweet only got 1 cause i didn't technically see him, #poundsign# &amp;amp; baboon only have 1 song, cause that's all that was available for them. i hope you enjoy the music, as i did a decade ago (for most of them) live. one last note, i did try to get live tracks when available for the theme. enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. if anyone wants to drop some names of people or bands they have seen live feel free, i am always curious as to who's seen who.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; WIDTH: 160px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; HEIGHT: 122px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" width="24" height="108" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590817582052719922-1040651951645563406?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1040651951645563406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-playlist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/1040651951645563406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/1040651951645563406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-playlist.html' title='new playlist'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WzvpcAzebtU/SoolwL4PmRI/AAAAAAAAABA/TTCr_iK6B-E/s72-c/mars+volta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-6627441548901011150</id><published>2009-08-16T15:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T15:46:32.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>test</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590817582052719922-6627441548901011150?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6627441548901011150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/test.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/6627441548901011150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/6627441548901011150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/test.html' title='test'/><author><name>Anchor Enterprises</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10736306779377723032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-5594415232464903140</id><published>2009-08-15T08:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T09:13:58.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>karma... the reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vqcmgKX-Z1k/SobermUDUAI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wwDHV-IccLs/s1600-h/mr.+pefct.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 149px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vqcmgKX-Z1k/SobermUDUAI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wwDHV-IccLs/s320/mr.+pefct.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370224446286286850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this past week at work, one of my fellow colleague commented to me after i had relaying a story about something new my boys did that i couldn't believe they would do, and they're reply is one that i have heard from this person, and many others multiple times (especially from my parents), and that response is "well its payback for what you did to your folks (or as in my parents case what i did to them to cause they're grey hairs). i was wondering about this when this week we received a report from mason's teacher that he took off all his clothes at school. i can't recall a time that during my tenure as a student of the public school system i was guilty of such charges. however i have been told on several occasions that when i was young buckaroo, and my mom was primary pres, that i was under the impression that primary was a clothing optional area at church. also can't recall a time that i ran down the street naked growing up as both my boys are guilty of on more occasions than I can count (and hopefully our neighbors have forgot those incidents) on both hands. there is however a story my parents have told to me and others about when i was 2 or 3, and i climbed out the window of our apartment, and walked down the street to the local mcdonalds. a lady driving by picked me up, and brought me back to my parents before i reached my destination. this scenario now of days, probably wouldn't have turned out so well. i was thinking there has to be something my kids have done that i never did to my parents. my first thought was i have never robbed a bank with a toy gun and note, and thankfully neither of my kids have either. so i guess karma does exist. my message to everyone reading this post who is thinking of bringing kids into this world, or has kids already, please be aware of your actions, cause your actions are going to come back on you full circle, as i am learning the hard way right now. it is better that each of you follow the actions of the only mr. perfect i know, and this mystical person is..............my older bro jake. i am wondering right now if my parents have ever said, "you remember when jake brought peace and harmony to our house" or " what about that time when jake fed our whole family with only oil soup and deviled eggs". i will have to be sure to bring this up at next reunion, when mr. Perfect himself will be hosting with his better half &amp; fam. now with all that being said, i am now going into the kitchen to feed my whole family with oil soup and deviled eggs for breakfast, as i imagine my brother is doing right now with his fam. Eat up everyone, and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;adios &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590817582052719922-5594415232464903140?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5594415232464903140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/karma-reality.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/5594415232464903140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/5594415232464903140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/karma-reality.html' title='karma... the reality'/><author><name>Amy Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-So6lKQwRlf0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAByg/ES581YuHmYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vqcmgKX-Z1k/SobermUDUAI/AAAAAAAAAP4/wwDHV-IccLs/s72-c/mr.+pefct.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-4057389184930025079</id><published>2009-08-13T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T16:39:18.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the true meaning of life, as told by double j</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vqcmgKX-Z1k/SoSj3Rfse2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/v-Ia4bOkOf0/s1600-h/sega.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vqcmgKX-Z1k/SoSj3Rfse2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/v-Ia4bOkOf0/s320/sega.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369596825716947810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately i have been contemplating the meaning of life. i’ve been in a deep thinking mode about the reasons why we are all here on earth? where we'll all go after we are six deep into the ground? and what is my (ours) purpose while here on earth? the conclusion i have come to after much contemplation &amp; deep thought is that we are all here as a.................. cruel video game. with my limited exposure to video games having only owned an original nintendo, that came to its early demise due to a group of young kids fighting over who was going to be the players for mario. i still get tears when i think about it. now back to the topic at hand. while i was thinking about which video game is the most similar to each us and this life. my first thought was pac man. as a young kid growing up, my best friend had an arcade pacman in his house for which i would try to play it every chance i could get. that is my usual go to video game, cause of the long amount of time i spent playing it. once again back to the topic i know you are all sitting on the edge of your seat to find out the great insight i have come up with. when playing pacman you are basically running away from some ghosts and eating pellets, and then when you are in a bind you eat a ball, and you can then fight off the ghosts, all the while waiting for a fruit to show, so you can get a few points. after thinking about this game, i decided that it wasn't the game we are all stuck in. then i thought of mario, but there is no real comparisons i can find. the thought of paperboy, by my standards one of the worst games ever made. you throw papers on people porch’s while dodging lame obstacles, repeating over and over again. my thought was wow this is it. my life in a nutshell. but then i thought about how i have had some fun times, and enjoyed most of my life, and i know that by no means is there anything fun or redeeming about paperboy (as far as i am concerned). i was called back into meditation to ponder harder on this topic, and found the one game that i feel is the most comparable with the video game called life..... sonic the hedgehog, for the old sega genesis. here you have a hedgehog who jumps up and down, goes around obstacles, and then go really fast at the same time gathering up coins, and as soon as you get a lot of coins, BOOM, you hit some dumb little object and lose all the coins that you had worked so hard to accumulate. sounds about right to me. please don't fret or get discouraged, cause after you lose all (or most) of your coins, you go back to starting over again. this is repeated over and over again till you have to get up and walk away before you throw something (tv, sega gaming unit, family members, etc), or you win (which in my case never happened). please know that i am not trying to bring everyone down with this post, but quite the contrary, i am trying to inspire everyone to be better, and work harder, so that when your time expires here in this game, you can become the player in the next game. my hope is that when (and if) i ever become the player in a new game, that the game is either contra or double dragon, my personal favorites. adios for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. if your interested, i would strongly recommend watching the documentary "king of kong: a fistful of dollars". i think this doc shows how best video games imitate life. a must for everyone with good taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vqcmgKX-Z1k/SoSj-23sq7I/AAAAAAAAAPg/osd8BPWqBEE/s1600-h/kong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 90px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vqcmgKX-Z1k/SoSj-23sq7I/AAAAAAAAAPg/osd8BPWqBEE/s320/kong.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369596956008819634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590817582052719922-4057389184930025079?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4057389184930025079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/lately-i-have-been-contemplating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/4057389184930025079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/4057389184930025079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/lately-i-have-been-contemplating.html' title='the true meaning of life, as told by double j'/><author><name>Amy Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-So6lKQwRlf0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAByg/ES581YuHmYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vqcmgKX-Z1k/SoSj3Rfse2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/v-Ia4bOkOf0/s72-c/sega.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-2328173491249685608</id><published>2009-08-10T16:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T17:22:38.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sbtb reunion, a must for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vqcmgKX-Z1k/SoC5wkHHgeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/CHrsUfSclt0/s1600-h/bell+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 94px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vqcmgKX-Z1k/SoC5wkHHgeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/CHrsUfSclt0/s320/bell+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368494999804019170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to everyone who is jumping ship to join the new &amp; improved blog. i know leaving jamc is hard, but just like ryan &amp; pam who left dunder mifflin (another office reference) for the michael scott paper company, you know better things are ahead. today i am just doing a simple post about the need for a much over due saved by the bell reunion. i first pitched the idea to ac slater in an email to him back when he was on the show "the other half" around 2002 with the idea of a sbtb reunion show. i even mentioned to him (assuming he was the actual reader of these emails), how they're show may actually get some rating by doing this. unfortunately he didn't listen, and we all know (or at least the 100 or less people that watched the show) where that show is now. so even today i still feel the need to get some closure on this chapter in my life, which continues to be written. here are a few questions that i am in of real answers with a reunion: why screech hates the rest of the cast (except for mr.b) so much? why kelly cheated on zack with jeff? what happened to kevin (screech's robot) after he helps screech win the ms. bayside pageant? what became of the malibu beach club (along with stacy korosi &amp; papa bear)? i need answers people to these, and other pressing questions. it’s a sin (to me anyway) for people magazine to tease me with a cover story of a sbtb reunion, only to let me down with the reality that there really is no reunion. the upcoming tell all from screech sounds semi intriguing, but i need to know how tori of all people came to closer for the 5th season, after jessie &amp; kelly walked away? was there really no other actress out there to fill the high heels left by these ladies leaving? as you can probably tell, the more i type about this topic, the more questions i continue to come up. jimmy fallon made a half hearted attempt (although a well done for him) to bring zack back out of hiding for his show and to get a reunion, but to no avail as well all know. fellow tigers i want you to do something for me, if you so chose, and that is to for you to go, and tape yourself for the first (and probably only), video yearbook for the anchor blog. i am strapped for cash right now, so there is no guarantees that i won't record over your voices, and sell your info to another blog or high school for a few extra bucks. to end this post, i am saying you can wait for my next blog..... but not in slaters car.&lt;br /&gt;dundundundundun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/254/C6EDED53AAF9EBAD999AA6094079C94C.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590817582052719922-2328173491249685608?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2328173491249685608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/sbtb-reunion-must-for-me.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/2328173491249685608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/2328173491249685608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/sbtb-reunion-must-for-me.html' title='sbtb reunion, a must for me'/><author><name>Amy Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-So6lKQwRlf0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAByg/ES581YuHmYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vqcmgKX-Z1k/SoC5wkHHgeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/CHrsUfSclt0/s72-c/bell+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-8506563166582890618</id><published>2009-08-09T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:53:19.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a quick note about the current tunes on the blog</title><content type='html'>just a quick note, the music for this blog will be done in theme's. the first being music selected from several skateboard videos of which i used to (and sometimes still) watch pretty regularly. i was originally going to only have the music from one of my favorite video "asian goddess", but due to the fact that only 2 tracks could located in the playlist i decided to expand my theme to encompass some more (to get me up past 2 tracks). as you will hear the music does differentiate quite a bit, so hopefully there will something pleasing to everyone’s ears. on that note... "green bay packers hat alright, lets go play some football". enjoy double j&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590817582052719922-8506563166582890618?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8506563166582890618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/quick-note-about-current-tunes-on-blog.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/8506563166582890618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/8506563166582890618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/quick-note-about-current-tunes-on-blog.html' title='a quick note about the current tunes on the blog'/><author><name>Amy Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-So6lKQwRlf0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAByg/ES581YuHmYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3590817582052719922.post-6980948659989328806</id><published>2009-08-09T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T17:56:31.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first post</title><content type='html'>hello everyone, &lt;br /&gt;this creation is due to the fact that the boss (amy) wanted her blog to be a certain way, and she felt it was best for my creative outlet to start a different type of blog, in other words, she didn't like my posts. however i am curious though after having watched the office, and seeing the episode where ryan sets up a blog for creed. the only thing is that it's not a blog, but a word doc set up so the world doesn't have to be exposed to creed's writing. my mind is wondering if the boss didn't take a note from the show, so here it goes, and we'll how the response is. with all that being said, i have nothing else really to write about this evening, so i won't bore you (assuming there is someone reading this)any further. keep posted for further developments with this blog.&lt;br /&gt;toodles - double j&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3590817582052719922-6980948659989328806?l=theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6980948659989328806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/6980948659989328806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3590817582052719922/posts/default/6980948659989328806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theanchorisreadytoblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-post.html' title='first post'/><author><name>Amy Johnson</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-So6lKQwRlf0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAByg/ES581YuHmYk/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
