<?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-6461987</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:04:58.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hyper super global net dot hamms</title><subtitle type='html'>Real stories, insane ideas, and crazy mind tinkering.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>760</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-8334603237039355495</id><published>2008-03-21T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T16:47:46.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WAKE UP GOD DAMNIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am sorry for not posting all that often but since I moved out Jerry had his computer re-done which took the lock I had on this blog off the computer.  So I stopped blogging because he was reading it.  And as many of you can assertain I can't stand that bastard.  But I can post again because he is now in a mental health institution getting well help.  For those of you keeping score at home he had a mental break at a doctors apt had to be restrained and bit my father.  So they took him to wear he is now.  They decided there that he is a threat to Harriet, himself, and others.   Gramma was in then put in a nursing home for a while.  The following is a facebook post of mine dealing with more of this, if nothing else I'll copy and paste from here to there and there to here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so sorry folks I have become more of a facebook-whore and have kind of backed off myspace.  But anyway here is quick update: still working in dodgeville, jerry is now in a mental health institution, and still single.  Now here is a post from facebook:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st off I worked the morning of Good Friday, no big deal, I'm not religious in the least but it would have been nice to have slept in, especially since I haven't been getting to bed until after midnight all week. Maybe a nap will be in order once the NCAA tourney takes a break. I picked up a co-worker and drove to work and the roads were horrible. On the way back I pulled over as an ambulance was coming toward us, when it past I saw it said Belmont, 1st thought ohh shit second thought my phone is on silent and they called, third thought find out. Well it turned out that it was my grandmother in the ambulance. Yesterday my dad took her home and today she fell banged her head and was bleeding pretty good. She could answer all the questions posed to her so that isn't a problem. Update while writing this my mom called and told me they are releasing my grandmother and she is going to my parents house for a while at least the weekend because they don't want her to be alone. I want to make a ham roast this weekend for easter, I loves me some ham roast, not the compacted stuff you buy in a tin no the stuff you buy from a butcher shop. MMM ham roast with mashed taters and broccoli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Icky deals with cleaning the house in Belmont. Finding disgusting things is one thing finding things they buy (and use?!?!?!) is even more disgusting. My sister found a book titled "Sexual Intamacy: a couples guide to sex" WHAT THE FUCK THESE ARE MY GRANDPARENTS AHHHHH AHHHH AHHHH FUCK THAT AIN'T RIGHT. A few years ago my brother was told by Jerry that he (jerry) was now on viagra. I don't want to hear that even from my parents OR friends. What you do in your bed room is your business. No matter how sexy, unless you are a good looking woman who likes to experiment with other women then ...wait off topic here... ;). The second thing we found was the weirdest looking shit you could see something that once you see you just go uhhhh and shutter. All while going what the fuck is this? Imagine a jock strap. But where a cup would go there is a plastic unrolled condom looking thing. My sister said it looks like one of those sleeves used in bull semen collection. I do remember him talking about (while at dinner table a few Christmases ago) him having problems with urine dribbling but then he got that fixed. God all of these things we find make me wonder more and more about his lack of mental capacity the last few years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-8334603237039355495?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/8334603237039355495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/8334603237039355495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#8334603237039355495' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-1953902387330784275</id><published>2008-03-14T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T21:45:57.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M BAAAAAACK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I haven't been posting on here in like ages.  Sorry folks but the reason was because Jerry (my idiot grandfather) had found it and was reading it and making his own decisions based on what I was saying on here.  In other words he thought I doing things I wasn't then telling my parents what I was doing SOOOO I quit blogging.  Now however that dumb sumbitch is in a nut house and not getting out any time soon so I am back WOOO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-1953902387330784275?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/1953902387330784275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/1953902387330784275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2008_03_01_archive.html#1953902387330784275' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-8198727373355436917</id><published>2007-07-30T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T20:34:39.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule #16&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do not show up at closing, and say you are sorry for showing up late.  The place is closed.  If the Door is locked its closed.  If you come in late like 2 minutes before close and say you're sorry, you really aren't all that sorry because you are STILL DOING IT!!!!  If you really are sorry you would just turn around and find some place that is open.  Sorry don't cut it, and telling me you have the right time is even worse... ohh I'm sorry maybe you should come in and reset all the clocks to YOUR time so that we can ALL accomidate you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-8198727373355436917?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/8198727373355436917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/8198727373355436917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#8198727373355436917' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-2279891450353751697</id><published>2007-07-11T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T21:31:33.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule #15:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FUCK YOU!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule # 14:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you don't control your kids when you are out I should get free reign to disipline them for you.  A park is one thing a parking lot another a place to eat something entirly different.  Control your damn kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-2279891450353751697?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/2279891450353751697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/2279891450353751697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#2279891450353751697' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-5335294792440938857</id><published>2007-07-10T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T16:10:39.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule #13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Standing in line for more than 45 seconds IMMEDAITLY revokes your ability to say I just don't know what I want.  You were in line, you had time to see what was offered or read the menu.  You get hit in the head with brick next time you do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule #12:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Never talk down to a cook or a server.  It only gives them more reason to fuck your order up.  I may not get paid as much you, I may not be as smart as you.  But I am the one you came to see about your meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule #11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You don't need exact change all the time.  If it takes you more than 10 seconds to get it don't bother.  Also where the fuck do people who always pay with exact change get all their fucking change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-5335294792440938857?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/5335294792440938857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/5335294792440938857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#5335294792440938857' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-5443393890410358879</id><published>2007-07-10T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T16:01:42.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can get so pissed off&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OK so dumb people of the world are starting to unite.  Damn it all to hell.   Asshole had an RV parked in the drive way to my parking lot.  Not just in the driveway but in the middle can't get around middle and he was blocking the 1st row to get in.  Fucking asshole.  So I back out and start to go around the block and end up coming back on High Street heading back down it.  When I see this fucking clown driving a van doing a 5 point turn around on High street.  High Street isn't as wide a Main Street in Platteville.  Then the fucking clown starts to back UP high street.  God damn dumb drivers piss me off.  One of the douchebags that I have to deal with at work tells me he is bored with what we serve.  I wanted to tell him bored people are spoiled people.  But I can't stand the guy cause he comes off as such an arrogant prick that I just pass it over.  I am going to start shooting poeple.  Dumb asshole people.  And one lady jumped in line yesterday because one of her 'guests' was already there.  I don't like you dike looking lady.  AHHHHHHHH  Fuck you all!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-5443393890410358879?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/5443393890410358879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/5443393890410358879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2007_07_01_archive.html#5443393890410358879' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-3516398150261459146</id><published>2007-06-27T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T19:12:15.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like Porn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Simple straight forward.  I own porn.  I have a decent amount of it.  I don't hide that fact.  If you can't get over it or 'say me or the porn', well you better be damn worth it.  And so far I have met NO ONE that is worth it.  I would be willing to maybe stop the consumtion of porn for some one.  But I am not going to get rid of it.  Besides the right one for me would have no problem with me having porn and would possibly enjoy it.  OK so there is a limit to my porn.  No midgets (even though I talk about it), no animals, no incredibly weird shit, no old people, no minors, and none of that shit/piss stuff.  Porn never asks where you were, what you doing, it never has a head ache, wants to talk about the relationship, is there if you want it, and if you get tired of it you can get a new one no questions asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-3516398150261459146?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/3516398150261459146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/3516398150261459146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#3516398150261459146' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-5349581743470110958</id><published>2007-06-21T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T18:15:20.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its been a year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So one year ago today June 21, my older brother put a bullet in his brain pan.  He did it because of a girl, not a woman but a girl.  I can't say I am happy with that decision but I do understand how a woman can push you to things like that.  I can also say that not a day goes by that something doesn't just pop into my head and remind me of him.  Its smells, and what not.  There is this guy who acts just like him and has a starnge resemblance of him too.  This guy works out at LandsEnd and just strangly makes me think of him.  I did my crying, I did my feeling bad.  I hopefully an over it.  Not over losing a brother no... but losing him like that.  He was a selfish prick.  HE wasn't all that great of a brother either.  He treated both me and my younger brother like shit.  He was the most important.  We weren't.  I was never his friend, never would have been either.   I didn't lose anything when he died, not a son, not a friend or uncle, not a source of income.  Just a brother.  He is my brother, and I miss him.  If I saw him or had one day to talk to him I would beat the shit out of him.  Why are you so fucking stupid you fucking idiot.  AHHHH.  Dumb bastard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-5349581743470110958?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/5349581743470110958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/5349581743470110958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#5349581743470110958' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-1073975146993812490</id><published>2007-06-20T21:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T21:20:48.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Discussion Points&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why is it that we use realtionships to define ourselves?  Why do other people ask, "So when are you gonna meet some one nice and settle down?"  Why is it that we need to feel that connection with someone?  Why is it sometimes so hard to find that right person?  Why do some people continue to see people even when they are unhappy in that relationship?  Why can't some people just get the idea that some one else is wrong for them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I had that job that kept be busy all the time I'd be fine with never meeting the right one,I'd just throw myself into the job.  But right now I have way to much time on my hands.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bugger relationships and how they define us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-1073975146993812490?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/1073975146993812490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/1073975146993812490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#1073975146993812490' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-903825079126216153</id><published>2007-06-15T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T20:16:36.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule 8 Clarifaction:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Friends should always forgive, unless the drunken crime was hienious.  Such as setting some one on fire, sleeping with a friends girl, or something along those lines.  Drunken boy/girlfriends who do dumb things don't always get the pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Rule #9:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do not make your girlfriend order your food for you because you are on the phone with some body talking about how you just got BLITZED last night and how these girls were all over you.  Thats like 1st vote douchebag Hall of Fame material.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Rule #10:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do not send your kid into a place to get you something to eat while you sit in the car and listen to the radio.  Amendment: Don't send your kids if under 10 years of age into a place by themselves to get you and themselves food.  Shut the car off and go in with them.   Especially if the food is for you.  Man up do it yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fuck am I mad at the world right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There is some one who the more I get to know her the more I like her, but she is almost too young and she smokes.  While those are too things that get some disqualified, there are just these glimpses of what she can really be like and I like those.  She can be so sweet at times and to me we flirt well together.  I need sleep later bitches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-903825079126216153?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/903825079126216153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/903825079126216153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#903825079126216153' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-857711724541477631</id><published>2007-06-05T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T19:33:29.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E-Harm Officially Sucks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So the one girl I actually get a date with won't return my phone calls.  It doesn't piss me off it just depresses the hell out of me.  So now I can't get a date even with people who are supposed to match me in personality.  What does that say about me?  I knew that my looks were an issue, now my personality is too?  Well fuck that noize.  I am not changing to please any one.  Fuck you, fuck the horse you're gonna fuck, and fuck you for making me pay to get rejected.  Sumbitches.  Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck.  I'm going to bed.  Eat it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hammer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;New Rule #8:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just because you're drunk doesn't mean you can be an ass, and just because you're drunk doesn't mean you can be forgiven the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-857711724541477631?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/857711724541477631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/857711724541477631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#857711724541477631' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-3798194028006491425</id><published>2007-06-02T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T20:19:37.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I have some friends/co-workers who have been asking me how e-harmony has been going.  Here is the quick answer: shit.  Here is the long answer, intial responce is always to looks, honestly if you don't find some one attractive it just won't work, thats why I closed out some and thats why I was closed out by some.  They should have that as a reason for closing some one out,  I don't find you attractive.  None of this I beleive the physical distance bullshit.  Especially when you live in Madison or Dubuque.  What the fuck lady do you want me to live right down the fucking hallway from you?  Fuck you.  In my three months on e-harmony, I talked with one person in person or on the phone, was closed out by 2-3 women who matched and the of the remaining 1 4-5 of those were non paying so they couldn't respond anyway.  Yeah it pissed me off, these fucking matching sites to me are bullshit.  I have to pay to get rejected fucking christ man.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So all day I have been going back and forth from pissed to depresed to happy.  I went to madison today, bought an adult DVD, comic books, had dinner at Uno's somewhat flirted with the waitress golly she was cute, saw Knocked Up, and had a fairly good  day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The reason behind me feeling depressed is that the one girl I was actually coresponding with on there hasn't called me back.  We had a day date had lunch and icecream and talked she said to call her, I did, three times over the week.  She doesn't like being smothered so thats all I got.  She said she would call or I could call her.  I though the date went well, apparently I was on a different date.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Women just plain confuse me, go to slow with one and its not slow enough with the next, they want good guys, but only if they have rock hard abs and great bone scruture.  Great personalitiers only happen when your good looking.  A sence of humor keeps you in the room but he had to be good looking to get in in the 1st place.  You know the line I'd use here so I won't use it.  Instead, fuck it.  I am tired of persuing women, fuck it.  Yeah I want kids, yeah I want a relationship, but if this is the shit I have to deal with to get that fuck it.  It ain't worth the heart ache or brain drain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Later Bitches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-3798194028006491425?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/3798194028006491425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/3798194028006491425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#3798194028006491425' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-6816788172278042361</id><published>2007-05-19T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T08:51:48.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Rule #6:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABSOLUTLY NO REVING THE ENGINE OF A REALLY LOUD MOTORCYCLE BEFORE 8AM ON A WEEKEND MORNING!!!! AND FUCK YOU IF YOU DO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Rule #7:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get lost, try finding a map, no stopping at closed businesses and banging on the door. You're annoying as it is don't become more so. Also I don't need your whole back story as to why you're lost AHHHHHHH!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-6816788172278042361?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/6816788172278042361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/6816788172278042361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#6816788172278042361' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-2379909495091915108</id><published>2007-05-10T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T19:16:22.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Rule #5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on people are going to have to pass a test before being able to buy certain clothes. There will be a committee headed by myself to tell people what they can and can not wear. Ugly shit will be fine. Muffin topping will not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-2379909495091915108?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/2379909495091915108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/2379909495091915108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#2379909495091915108' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-8004554035325580903</id><published>2007-05-06T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T09:37:22.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;New Rule #4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you are accelerating to get ahead of some one once you get ahead of them pull into that lane, and don't slow down.   So that people behind you could possibly not get into that lane.  Don't be a dick, allow people to get into the lane behind you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-8004554035325580903?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/8004554035325580903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/8004554035325580903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#8004554035325580903' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-5330418961300950552</id><published>2007-05-04T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T15:07:35.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Rule #3:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't lean, lay, climb, smash your face against, or otherwise be dumb on a plastic sneeze guard.  You are dumb don't act like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-5330418961300950552?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/5330418961300950552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/5330418961300950552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#5330418961300950552' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-1537956517769289930</id><published>2007-05-03T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T14:07:27.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Rule #2.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you order food while on the phone I have the right to throw food at you until you hang up.  You'd expect my undivided attention I expect yours.  By the why I'll start small but the long you are on the bigger and messier the food gets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-1537956517769289930?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/1537956517769289930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/1537956517769289930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#1537956517769289930' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-2199143243356411306</id><published>2007-05-02T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T21:01:41.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Car Update&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;New info that wasn't given about a week plus.  Last Tuesday my car's water pump broke.  Thats was 327.42.  With the previous work that totals $734+.  And no the car wasn't taken to the same place both times.  If it breaks down again I have a 3rd place to go to.  Same tow truck driver both times though.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E-harm continues to be a nothingness to me.  I can get rejected for free.  Bugger.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hero's this week was freaking sweet.  Thank you Scott Abing for turning me on to that show.  Two jobs and sleep.  Thats all I do any more.  I haven't worked out this week and an feeling guilty for it.  But I really twisted my knee last friday and I want to give it some time to heal and I think its better to be healed than to reinjure it trying to be healthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Hammer is out later bitches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ohh yeah and fucking gas prices SUCK!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally New rule 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will only stop for people I deem as good looking when they are not in a cross walk.  If you are in a cross walk no mater how ugly I will stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Spider-man in 2 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-2199143243356411306?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/2199143243356411306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/2199143243356411306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#2199143243356411306' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-1504107056842774848</id><published>2007-04-18T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T18:42:03.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Car Update&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OK so the people were able to look at it today.  Seems that a spark plug popped (literaly) and they had to try and get one end out.  Well it was stripped and they have to get a kit to fix the strip.  Otherwise I would need a new head for my engine.  If I knew shit about cars I would understand this.  I do know this new heads cost money.  So please Superman help me out here.  I am hoping they have it fixed for this weekend.  Otherwise I am gonna have to bum a car so I can travel to P-vegas for the Brewer Trip.  Which by the way I was discussing with some co-workers and I have up to 7 or 8 but at least 3.  OK that is all.  By the way Cory, my younger brother, is doing something special.  And I am proud of him.  Can't say why because there may be readers who don't need to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Later folks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hammer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-1504107056842774848?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/1504107056842774848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/1504107056842774848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#1504107056842774848' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-8612083942713899402</id><published>2007-04-17T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T16:45:13.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You still there?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Does any one read this any more?  I would say not because I post so irregularly.  OK so update, e-harm has done nothing for me.  I better meet the woman of my dreams on there.  Wait she is already married.  Damn you Michael Douglas.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I continue to be gainfully employed with Sodexho.  Its nice that they gave me a vote of confindence about two weeks ago.  There are other issues, nothing bad that I would discuss here but I don't want to get into them in a public forum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will be starting a new job next Tuesday night at Subway of Mineral Point.  I need a second job.  I like money too much and well I don't have a personal life so might as well.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last night on my way to darts my car decided that it didn't want to go and it started making a sound similar to that of a tire tread coming off and flapping.  Well i slowed down thinking that it might slow too, nope it didn't that and the check engine light started flashing so I was fucked.  A nice passer by stopped and kind of helped he thought it sounded like and acted like the fuel injector sensor, or something like that.  So my car got towed.  By the way 5 people stopped to ask if I needed help.  Thank you people.  I have AAA so it wasn't bad.  My car will get looked at 2morrow as the place I took it to was booked for today.   I will continue to get bum rides from a co-worker.  Thank you Shannon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Speaking of darts, if it wern't for my hang ups on somethings one person would be really attractive to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OK so the Hamms is out, don't be insane, keep your stick on the ice and save the whales, fuck a fat chick/guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Later bitches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Entourage ROCKS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-8612083942713899402?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/8612083942713899402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/8612083942713899402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#8612083942713899402' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-6459194707848266848</id><published>2007-03-25T06:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T06:49:40.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Update Harm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quick update, I got closed out by the really good looking girl from Chicago who I almost started talking with, and i closed out the one that hadn't been talking to me.  I feel down and but also just want to feel wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-6459194707848266848?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/6459194707848266848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/6459194707848266848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#6459194707848266848' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-7448468689146580341</id><published>2007-03-24T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T18:35:13.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;feeling blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So all day I am feeling fine feeling relaxed, feeling happy.  Went to the p-ville to do the draft lottery.  Everything there was good, then I drove home.  And while driving home I just get hit by this stupid revelation that I am going home to be alone.  I sucks it really does.  So far e-harm, I just keep getting closed out.  And the one that I am talking or was talking too hasn't responded in almost a week.  and a very beautiful one who connected me hasn't responded in the same amount of time.  I don't like hearing that bullshit about ohh it'll happen.  fuck that.  I am so unused to anyone of the oppisite sex showing me anything that its getting me bummed the fuck out.  Then I get home and hear some girls voice yelling "you fucked her didn't you?"  And I realize just how much I like being single but at the same time, just realize that I would probably never be accused or sleeping around.  I just don't have the ability to attract any women.  So once I actually had one in my life I am pretty sure she would be the only one.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am feeling better while writing this down though.  I got some good Itunes going, and MTV2 is playing cool videos.  Right now its Green Day "When I Come Around" from Woodstock 2.  And the begining has Billy Jo grabbing a chunk of mud and putting it in his mouth and saying, see you can't die from that.  Thats good stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-7448468689146580341?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/7448468689146580341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/7448468689146580341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html#7448468689146580341' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-3851252494913252744</id><published>2007-02-25T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T20:46:31.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Causin' Harm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am on eHarmony now.  Just sick and tired of not being able to talk to women... yeah I suck I know.  Anyway I did it last night cause with the blizzard going on I had nothing else to do.  This morning these two good looking women already ended communication with me.  Damn man damn.  Usually I get the good ones to ignore me after they get to know me.  Anyway don't wish me luck.  Wish me pennies and panties.&lt;br /&gt;Later Hamms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of right now:  Papa Roach "Scars"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-3851252494913252744?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/3851252494913252744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/3851252494913252744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#3851252494913252744' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-5440659966472118844</id><published>2007-02-16T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T18:50:35.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yeah I can be a dick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tonight on my way from D-ville to P-ville I got behind a Caddy, now let me say i am kind of a snob when it comes to driving etiquit.  One is when you are trying to pass some one on a multi lane highway you pass then no matter even if they speed up especially if there is some one behind you.  another rule is you do not get into the left "passing lane" and go the same speed as the car in the right lane.  Another rule is after you pass some one you get back in the right lane.  Thats the cruising lane.  The left is reserved for passing so get back over, you dumb fucking loser.  OK so any way I get behind this guy who is passing a semi when he slows way down allowing me to get on his ass, when anyway I am right on his ass trying almost to push him, when he flips me off.  Hey i deserved it.  But this guy needed to keep his speed and not just slow the fuck down.  So he finally goes faster and pulls into the right lane so I start passing him and and then he starts speeding up to match me.  So i look for and he looks like a frat boy who thinks that his sideburns are fashionable.   C'on dude drive with some brains.  OK so I am done with work until 2morrow see all of you later folks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song of the day:  Seether "Fine Again"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-5440659966472118844?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/5440659966472118844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/5440659966472118844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#5440659966472118844' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-8760744528421650359</id><published>2007-02-14T19:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T18:12:07.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because I hate valentines Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines Day Shortened is VD and nothing says loving like VD. I hate Valentines day... not because I am single but because businesses say you have to show your love on this one day... what about the other 364?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i hate here are some songs to help me hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Static-X "I'm The One"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in the momentForgotten and repeatedNo i cannot be that oneNo i cannot be beatenI'm the oneI don't want youI don't need youWith closed eyes iSee right through youI was crawlingAlways fallingYou don't know whatI have lived throughNo i am not a rich manNo i am not a bitchI know you made one mistakeThis is my lifeYou cannot take itI'm the oneI don't want youI don't need youWith closed eyes iSee right through youI was crawlingAlways fallingYou don't know whatI have lived throughAutomaticTerminationSelf-destructiveRevolutionBring it down To the groundI'm unchainedNot a slaveI'm the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Static-X "The Only"&lt;br /&gt;I'm winning, you're losingI'm falling, your agonyLower than Lower beforeYour forgotten memoryMy heaven, your hellI'm killing, you're fantasyMore and more, you followYour divorced realityYou're trying to take meYou're trying to make meThis is the onlyGive me the only thingI'm tired of tryingI'm tired of lyingThe only thing I understand is what I feel.Identity, fantasyHeresy, Killing meLower and lower,beforeThis thing to feedHypocrite, LunaticFanatic, hereticMore and more you followYour divorced realityYou're trying to take meYou're trying to make meThis is the onlyGive me the only thingI'm tired of tryingI'm tired of lyingThe only thing I understand is what I feel.Hypocrite, lunatic, fantatic, hereticYou're trying to take meYou're trying to make meThis is the onlyGive me the only thingI'm tired of tryingI'm tired of lyingThe only thing I understand is what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hed PE "Blackout" This songs reminds me of a girl I knew who called in one night to request this song when I was at SUP hanging out with Darlene and Adam. God I had a crush on her.&lt;br /&gt;I blackout!!Don't you put words in my mouthDon't try to shut me upI'm not about plastic skinI gotta get out, gotta get out, inWhat about those things you said to meWhat about the time we've wastedEveryday's just like the one beforeEverytime I see your face….. [CHORUS]I blackoutYou know I gotta get in Just let me in You know I gotta get in But, I gotta know now, where do I fit inI blackout…Don't you tell me what to thinkYou'll never know how I should feel I see through plastic skin,I gotta get out gotta get out, inWhat about the 5 o'clock newsWhat about the Sunday paperEvery day's just like the one beforeEverytime I turn the page…..[CHORUS]I can't breathe – My heart is freezing While we pray My soul is packing its bags…. and leavingBlackout!! What about those things you said to me…I wanna know now where do I fit in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godsmack "I fucking hate you"&lt;br /&gt;For everything you doI'd like to swallow youAnd everyday I'm gonna blame youEven if you justifyEvery fucking bullshit lieIt only makes me want to break youYou pull me downAnd you crucify my nameYou make me insaneIt's broken nowDon't ever look my wayDon't even think I'm playin''Cause I fucking hate youYou're such a liarAnd I love to hate youYou're all the same to meWhen you repeatedlyTake advantage of meThe only thought I get of you sickens meEverybody knows you're fakeYou're everything I fucking hateAnd I'm everything that you could never beYou pull me downAnd you crucify my nameYou make me insaneIt's broken nowDon't ever look my wayDon't even think I'm playin''Cause I fucking hate youYou're such a liarAnd I love to hate youYou're all the same to meI fucking hate youYou're such a liarAnd I love to hate youYou're all the same to me(Fuck you)(Fuck you)(Fuck you)You pull me downAnd you crucify my nameYou make me insaneIt's broken nowDon't ever look my wayDon't even think I'm playin''Cause I fucking hate youYou're such a liarAnd I love to hate youYou're all the same to meAnd I fucking hate youYou're such a liarAnd I love to hate youYou're all the same to meFuck you (fuck you)Fuck you (fuck you)Fuck you (fuck you)Fuck you (fuck you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sevendust "Face to Face"&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me now with a smile on your faceThat you're lost...down and outWhen there was nothing left in meYou can't stop fuckin' with my headStop fuckin' with my headMy silence you breakThe smile that you fake (you fake)[Chorus:]There's not one thing that you can say to make it rightUnless you say "I'm leavin"And if you're not...then please tell me whyPlease tell me why you can'tSave faceSay it to my faceCan I take all the filth in your headAll the words that you said (that you said)And throw it away (throw it out)You can't stop fuckin' with my headStop fuckin' with my headMy silence you breakThe smile that you take away[Chorus:]There's not one thing that you can say to make it rightUnless you say "I'm leavin"And if you're not...then please tell me whyPlease tell me why you can'tThat shit you're talkin' don't mean nothing to me anymoreLimp dick...you fuck stick...let's settle the scoreRun and hide you know I'll find you anywhereMotherfucker...two faced prick with hell to payWhat's real is real...it's time to step up to the plate againSwing batter-batter, swing batter-batter, swing...What's real is real...it's time to step up to the plate againSwing batter-batter...fucked me for the last time!Just take a swing...C'mon...you should've taken that swing...Just take your swing...[Chorus:]There's not one thing that you can say to make it rightUnless you say "I'm leavin"And if you're not...then please tell me whyPlease tell me why you can'tSwing...just take your swing...fuck you!Just take your swing...You can't stop fuckin' with my headStop fuckin' with my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sevendust "Bitch"&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine to be like youThe pain and the suffering you put me through woahI can't imagine to be like youThe pain and the suffering you put me throughDon't tell meI can't imagine to be like youAll the pain and the suffering I go throughYou surround yourself with evilEvery night that you have is an equalDon't hesitateOr you'll live in your own hellOut of my wayYou're surrounded by evilDon't hesitateYou can get awayOut of my wayOut of my way (huh)The dark clouds that follow youThe rainy days will always find youYou can never get awayEvil comes another dayDon't hesitateOr you live in your own hellOut of my way you're surrounded by evilDon't hesitate, you can't get awayI can't imagine to be like youThe pain and the suffering you put me through woahI can't imagine to be like youThe pain and the suffering you put me throughStep up andI can't imagine to be like youAll the pain and the suffering I go throughYou surround yourself with evilI hope it catches you upI can't imagine to be like youThe pain and the suffering you put me through woahI can't imagine to be like youThe pain and the suffering you put me throughI can't imagine to be like youThe pain and the suffering you put me through WOAH!I can't imagine to be like youThe pain and the suffering you put me throughThank you now you know a little more about me... now go listen to them all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-8760744528421650359?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/8760744528421650359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/8760744528421650359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#8760744528421650359' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-622642913252334601</id><published>2007-02-08T17:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T17:54:57.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pop Culture&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TrimSpa Baby!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Nichole Smith is dead. Its bad that her new born now has no mother but otherwise c'on did she really deserve all the publicity she has recieved over the years no. She was a dumb Texas blond and people thought she was more. Its like people expect more from than what they are. Britney Spears dumb southern girl trailor trash. People lets stop making worthless people into celebrities. Lets start by revoking Paris Hilton's celeb status. People need to be more worried about what they are, should be, and could be doing than what others are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day: Nine Inch Nails "Closer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-622642913252334601?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/622642913252334601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/622642913252334601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#622642913252334601' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-117090365104156175</id><published>2007-02-07T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T19:00:51.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no news&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OK so Aqua teen hunger force... old news BUT no publicity is bad publicity.  Was Shake behind this whole thing?  What about Carl.... no Carl would have had some classic rock thing going on.  In news no one wants to hear... its fucking cold outside has been for a week.  I hate doing somethings for my radio job because in most cases it means listening to assholes who never give scores and then I have nothing to pass on to the announcers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to meet some one in my life or at least start something with some one I know but I have no idea how.... I was thinking about this again the other night.  None of my friends has ever tried to set me up with some one.  The one time a friend did it turned out she was shit crazy.  Now I'm not asking for people to start hooking a brotha up instead I am wondering why.  Do my friends not think they know any one I might like?  Do I not show what i like?  Or am I just that bad that my friends don't want me to ruin one of their other friendships?  OK so i am being sarcasic here.  But honestly why people?  Why?  Are all my friends friends seeing some one or married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my taxes are to be done Friday night.  I am hoping for something big or at least maybe something over $200... cause one job fucked me over by never paying in on federal or state... damn that guy.  I was at that job for around 5 months and at one point had to work with a girl I had a huge crush on, but she wanted nothing to do with me... freaking uhg.... ok time to go.  Need sleepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song of the Day:  Evanescence "Going Under"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-117090365104156175?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/117090365104156175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/117090365104156175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html#117090365104156175' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-117029345201503915</id><published>2007-01-31T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T17:31:24.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so fucking tired &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so fucking tired of being blamed for some one elses stupidity and fuck ups. I am so fucking tired of people asking some one else to call me because THEY fucked up. I am so fucking tired of being treated like I am 10 and still can't tie my shoes. I am tired of people just being dumb and thinking they are the smart ones. I am so fucking tired of Jerry. I get a phone call from my mom that my grandmother was crying about how the computer doesn't work and its my fault and they can't pay some bills. Rule one when it comes to this computer I would never ever ever fuck with it because then I would have to talk to Jerry about it. I hate talking to that man because he never ever listens. He knows what he knows and thats what he knows. He makes up his mind thats it. Even if he is wrong he is right. He is never wrong. He hears one thing and listens to an other. Case in point "No Jerry it would be illegal and wrong to hide money in a seperate bank account." What he actually heard, "yes Jerry you can hide money in a seperate bank account thats very legal" Why did he hear the second version because he made up his mind before that version two was going to be said and that was what he heard. Ok so about the computer that he has. He fucks things up, he bookmarks things after he has signed into a site. He doesn't know how to use the top address line, where you might type in say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; he doesn't know how to use that. He has no clue about a lot of things, technical things mostly. I am just so fucking pissed off about this fucking guy that it hurts it honestly hurts. My blood pressure is prolly sky high right now because I HATE DEALING WITH HIM. I moved out so I wouldn't have to deal with his shit. Ohh and I am being blamed because I used computer Monday night to burn all my IPod songs so that I could put them on a new computer. So its all my fault. Hey fuck you Jerry. Fuck you. I am tired of your shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I hate people who are too lazy to push their WalMart shopping cart 15 feet to one of those cart holding areas. You are a fucking duche and you are lazy. Fucking walk it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day: Sevendust "Bitch"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-117029345201503915?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/117029345201503915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/117029345201503915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#117029345201503915' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-116969334668486788</id><published>2007-01-24T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T18:49:06.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mineral Point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OK so I am moved to MP now.  Small little place.  Heat set at 60 or less.  Everything is good so far.  Except the door which is a business door.  Big window in it.  Its covered but I want to get something else to cover it as well.  I also need curtains soooo.... if you have curtains I would like full length cutains.  I am thinking of getting a 3rd job.  yes i said 3rd.  Why?  cause i need stuff to do.  and i like money.  So far the trek there and back to work works for me. &lt;br /&gt;I also got cable and internet there so its not so bad.  I love the selection of channels I have including G4, FX, Food Network and a few others.  But the kicker is I get telemundo.  What is telemundo you ask.  well its spanish language TV and it has hot skantily clad women in EVERY show.  There was a stripper giving an old man a lap dance at one point and then his kid walked it and I guess with the laugh track it was a comedy.  I don't know Spanish but WOW.  I had like three church channels but since I live like 4 blocks from at least 4 churches i figured there was no need.  Well I am hoping this game I am doing goes quick cause I am tired.  uhg.  need sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also is it just me or is that blond convance commercial girl REALLY FREAKING CUTE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later folks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song of the Day: Nine Inch Nails "Closer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-116969334668486788?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/116969334668486788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/116969334668486788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116969334668486788' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-116839309771449070</id><published>2007-01-09T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T17:38:17.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because RJ needs something to read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Following conversation happened on January 9, at 6:45pm, between an OnStar subscriber and Hamms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duff Man - {on ESPN Radio} says:&lt;br /&gt;my theory is that if one lesbian wants to use anothers viborator, permission should be asked for first .. unless there is a clear understanding that there is a community viborator drawer in which each viborator must be washed following use and placed back in said drawer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hamms: Johnny Page in 2012!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;always wash a vibrator with warm soapy water rise an air dry NEVER use a dishwasher unless it says dish washer safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Duff Man - {on ESPN Radio} says:&lt;br /&gt;sound advice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hamms: Johnny Page in 2012!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;and always remove the batteries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Duff Man - {on ESPN Radio} says:&lt;br /&gt;honestly though, i think each should have her own that way fighting doesn't occur when there is time conflict in time of use .. like headphones around here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hamms: Johnny Page in 2012!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;very true but what of the action where two lesbians who share a mutual fuck buddy ask said fuck buddy to borrow a double headed dildo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Duff Man - {on ESPN Radio} says:&lt;br /&gt;in that situation, the two lesbians are then referred to as one party, since they are acting as one party, not seperate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hamms: Johnny Page in 2012!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;ok so then they should ask said fuck buddy to borrow even when it is not theres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Duff Man - {on ESPN Radio} says:&lt;br /&gt;in the event that it is double-headed, the assumption should be made that there will be multiple person involved in the action, therefore both parts of the party should be present so the lender knows who is using the equipment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hamms: Johnny Page in 2012!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;what about express written consent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Duff Man - {on ESPN Radio} says:&lt;br /&gt;i don't think written consent is needed, but a strong verbal understanding would be best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hamms: Johnny Page in 2012!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;what is said fuck budy would like to join this action and make it a three way with a "joint" toy is there any action to be taken then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Duff Man - {on ESPN Radio} says:&lt;br /&gt;i use a previous case for help, say you and page are hanging out watching TV and i stop by with a 12-pack of a beverage, since i brought said beverage i can offer it up to anyone if i so choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hamms: Johnny Page in 2012!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;what is the etique then if say RJ shows up and with out asking opens a beer with out your knowledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Duff Man - {on ESPN Radio} says:&lt;br /&gt;depends on how much you like the third party who drops in ... now in the heat of the moment, i would say its forgivable to use said viborator without prior consent ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hamms: Johnny Page in 2012!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;what about in the case of dead batteries, is it much like last one to use it should put in new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Duff Man - {on ESPN Radio} says:&lt;br /&gt;its like gas in the car, you use the car, you gas it up before you return it .. or you have your own batteries ... ie batteries not included in transfer of item&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hamms: Johnny Page in 2012!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;makes sence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Duff Man - {on ESPN Radio} says:&lt;br /&gt;i knew i should have studied law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hamms: Johnny Page in 2012!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;i don't know of many vibrator use cases you would come across&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Duff Man - {on ESPN Radio} says:&lt;br /&gt;never know .. maybe not around here, but someplace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hamms: Johnny Page in 2012!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;always hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hamms: Johnny Page in 2012!!! says:&lt;br /&gt;and hope even harder that they are hot ones too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Duff Man - {on ESPN Radio} says:&lt;br /&gt;or at least mild ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so just a few quick updates, One MediaCom just got fucked by Sinclare media.  Sinclare are those assclowns who a few years ago refused to show the unedited version of Saving Private Ryan on Vetrans Day, because they were afraid of the the backlash in the Post Janet Jackson Nipple show.  These are also the assfucks who wouldn't show a newscaster reading off names of the dead in the Iraqi war.  Fucking conservative fucks.  So anyway Sinclare wants more money from some cable companies to broadcast LOCAL stations that Sinclare owns.  Sinclare can rot fuck 'em. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also last night I was a vindictive prick.  Some duche was following me last night and had there high beams on.  Well they would dim them for on coming traffic but would then turn them back on.  I am a firm believer that if you can continually see some ones tail lights you should have your dims on.  This person didn't.  So I said enough of this shit.  I pulled over and let this guy pass.  Well then the assclown slows way down and finally passes me.  Well I can't just whipp back out because there is a van behind this person.  So now I have to catch up and pass this van so that I can bright this asshole, not easy cause there was only one small passing zone.  So i pass the van then throw my brights on and follow this fucker into to Belmont.  I don't do this very often but ya know what fuck it.  Some people have just been pissing me off way to much and now deserve to be fucked right back.&lt;br /&gt;Alright people I am off, go fuck yerselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song of the Day: George Thorogood and the Destroyers:  Bad to the Bone and Static-X "Enemy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thought O' Day: Why why why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-116839309771449070?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/116839309771449070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/116839309771449070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116839309771449070' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-116657057380396589</id><published>2006-12-19T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T15:22:53.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Having Kittens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Spent last weekend at the parents place.  Its nice to get away.  Helped cut wood on Saturday before I had to go to QB for a basketball game.  I forgot how much that can tax the body.  My left middle finger is still slightly sore from it all.  The middle knuckle hurts to bend it.  Came back that night and went out.  Before I met up with some fellow Myspace freinds I stopped at a bar I thought they may be at.  Well they wern't but some one I know was.  I talked with this young lady who i knew and who was very drunk for about 5-10 minutes before I noticed she was staring at my mouth and not looking at my eyes when I was talking.  So I asked why, and her responce was "You just have this huge tongue and I love to see it, and how big it is, and I'd like to feel it."  Well needless to say I didn't give her the chance to grab my tongue nor to feel my tongue in other places. &lt;br /&gt;Sunday I took two of my moms kittens to Madison where I exchanged them with a former college friend and his wife to be, I can't spell that word so I won't even try.  Anyway I took one really nice one and one nice one that could still be nicer.  Well the really sweet one sat on me for about 15 minutes and I had to drive with one hand.  While the other one was in the animal carrier.  Well around Barneveld the one in the carrier started crying so I thought it wouldn't hurt anything to let him out so I opened the door.  It took him awhile but he came out and then sat on me for about 10 minutes and then they both sat on me for awhile.  Then around Mt. Horeb they both got off and jumped in the back seat.  One went right to sleep the other meowed a few times while looking out the back and side window.  Then the both slept until I got to East Towne Mall.  I made the drop off and the kittens really seemed to like the new people.  And I hope the parents really like the kittens as well cause thats who hey are going to.  It was hard giving them up but they both get a nice home and they won't have to worry about wild animals or trying to find food if they get locked out now, and I bet they have heating pads that they could lay on too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-116657057380396589?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/116657057380396589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/116657057380396589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116657057380396589' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-116545656118612181</id><published>2006-12-06T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T17:56:01.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why I Hate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Because it is easier to hate the things and people you don't understand than to embrace their differences.  Or because they are really fucking dumb and annoying.  Tonight was a good example of the latter.  I was running late for work when I came up on a Caddy doing 55 so I started passing the guy.  Noticed another car coming toward me.  I started speeding up to pass the caddy when that fucking guy started speeding up.  I started really going and he kept speeding up with me.  Now I see that the other car is speeding up as well.  Well I finally pass the guy after having to speed up to 90 to do.  I miss the oncoming car by about 6 feet and the passed car by about 3 feet.  So to all you fucking retards who like to speed up when some one tries to pass you.  Fuck you.  Asshole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader try outs on CMT are kinda hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song of the Day: Alice in Chains "Man in the Box"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thought O' Day: Where did she go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-116545656118612181?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/116545656118612181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/116545656118612181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116545656118612181' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-116510225898598733</id><published>2006-12-02T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T15:32:24.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing all that big going on in my life. Work and work and sleep. Been kind of boring lately. Been trying to keep to myself as much as i could as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its tele-thong weekend and that means weird shit happens. One weird thing that I was hoping for didn't happen. Which sucked. Last night was fun though hanging out with old friends, and just doing really stupid really fun things. To try and explain some of the things that we did would just defeat the purpose, you had to be there. There were pictures of testicals taken, not by me and not mine, there were pictures of men licking other men's heads and forheads and faces, yes I did a lot of that. There were at least 5 spilled drinks and 3 broken glasses. Which is way off last years pace. Two of the strangest people were me and Ed and neither of us were drinking. I "stole"two helium filled ballons from the Tub Club and walked downtown with them. I was in rare form doing the Special Ed "Its my Birthday thing" (yes I know I am going to hell at least I am having fun on the way there) I ended up giving one of my balloons to a fellow reveler, who was quite good looking. We ended up getting kicked out at 2:30 from the Hendge. Tonight should be fun but I don't know how long I'll be out. Unless it becomes a Puddin' and Porn night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am watching the telethon on Channel 5 right now and there is a lady on there in an interview that looks like if she were scared would shit herself is is so tightly wound. She is breathing so damn hard and looks nervous as shit. And the guy with her has a great wavy mullet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK later folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: AC/DC "Highway to Hell"&lt;br /&gt;Thought O' Day: Why do I fall like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-116510225898598733?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/116510225898598733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/116510225898598733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116510225898598733' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-116390628255429920</id><published>2006-11-18T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T19:18:02.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today i woke up early, for a Saturday when I don't have to work that is.  I went to Daryl Fischer's father's funeral.  Let me tell you I was lost.  It was a Catholic funeral and wow do I know nothing about that.  I think there should be instructions for those not raised Catholic as to what is going on and what to do.  I almost tripped over one of my fellow travelers twice because once he knelt to do the FSHS cross and then again because he stopped to get the blessed water.  I know they have their own way but wow was I freaking lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some very inapropreate things were said after the funeral.  Not mean things (well if you have no sence of humor and were old then maybe they were rude and crude.)  We Stopped at this place called Eddie's Irish Pub in PDC it was nice little place.  And they had the badger game on so that was better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to The Ville I dropped kyle off at his place and then was taking Johnny out to the QB building when at the intersection of Water and Pine there was some yahoo holding a sing that said "HOMOSEXUALITY IS A SIN" I pointed it out to Johnny who laughed at its absurdity and then I flipped the guy off.  And yes i know he saw me cause He waved at us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say what you will about gays and lesbians and people who live the homosexual "culture" but there is one thing that matters above all else.  These people are humans too.  Treat them as such.  I am tired of people hating others for that person being gay, black, muslim or anything else that isn't your norm.  You can hate all you want in the privacy of your bed room, but please by going public with it you just show your stupidity and hatred.  Didn't Jesus Christ say "hate the sin love the sinner" and didn't Denis Leary say "they only make you watch this shit so that they can cover their ass next time a black person dies in a fire."  My point is this, stop being stupid and start learning and start accepting others for what they are.  I think people are born gay, some "change" because of the pressure that is "exerted" on them.  They may say that it is their choice to change but really its them changing to appease those around them.  Do what makes you happy, and don't worry about others.  You have enough time to worry about yourself.  I also talk about this because I am reading this months Playboy and there are pics in there about those fuckers who call themselves Christians and then endorse the website www.god hatesfags.com  those fucks can all die.  Mostly because they are close minded assclowns, I mean they even say that the reason Americans are dying in Iraq is because we allow gays to live in America freely.  I hate these people uniquivically (sp)because they hate so much as well.  Live your live let others live theirs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song of the day: Mark Collie "In Time"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thought O' Day: What if we just moved these assholes to some jungle or desert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-116390628255429920?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/116390628255429920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/116390628255429920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116390628255429920' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-116276501767619940</id><published>2006-11-05T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T14:16:57.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm getting married&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope some day.  I was talking with a good friend of mine in Madison on Friday when I made a quick trip there for some a wedding gift and some reading materials.  We discussed what to do for a wedding.  She by the way is getting married next year some time.  The discussion started when i told her how I was an usher (WHAT!!!??!?!  YEAH!!!!!!  OK!!!!!) at a wedding this past weekend.  I told her that I was thinking about how I would some things at my wedding.  Yeah i know I would have to have it all ok'ed and allowed by the future wife but still.  One thing was sending out tickets with the invites.  You need a ticket to get in.  No ticket no seat.  Beer and peanut vendors.  COLD BEER HERE!!!  I just think it would be fun.  No yelling however during the actual ceremony, then only walking around.  Then we just started having fun with it.  By saying we should try and get everything sponcered.  This wedding dress donated by..., The cake brough to you by...., this is the kind of thing a sales person (her) and a but job (me) think about when you have nothing else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in Madison for maybe an hour and a half, just got my stuff and got out, Grabbed lunch with Ang and then the stuff.  The wedding gift I got was a daily calendar of daily sex postions.  and some Strawberry flavored body gel.  Yeah i know I am sick, I don't care.  :)  Bought some new pants, had too everything else is getting way to baggy on me.  I also pulled two numbers from some very good looking young ladies.  I didn't ask for them i just got them.  The first girl asked if I was from Madison I said no she asked if i was from around here and said I live an hour away, ohh well if you are ever in madison give me a call.  Weird I know really weird.  The other one just gave me her card with her "personal cell phone number".  the wedding was nice, the reception nice as well.  Some very good looking young ladies there.  I was tempted to talk to some of them but my lack of game and my ability to sound dumber than usual really prevents that.  At the very end of the night as every one was clearing out one of the brides maids was looking at me as if to say "Please Please come talk to me."  I would have liked to she was very good looking but I'm just to chicken around women.  SIDEBAR:  It takes me a while to get comfortable around women, and once I do get the nerve to ask them its pretty much over cause we are now friends. &lt;br /&gt;Spent the night at my parents place, they still have one kitten living in the garage, that kitten is so sweet, it just wants to be petted and played with.  So I played with the kitten for quite awile while I was home.  Nice cat.  When I move I hope to find a place where they allow pets.  I know they can smell and all but at least they provide companionship, I'd get a cat only because I would have to have a house with a decent sized yard for a dog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I am out later person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song of the Day:  Papa Roach "Scars"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thought O' Day:  Why can't I just do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-116276501767619940?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/116276501767619940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/116276501767619940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116276501767619940' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-116252518803285016</id><published>2006-11-02T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T19:39:48.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girls Gone Wild&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...is coming to Platteville. Thats right.  They are advertising on KAT FM of all stations.  Who do they expect to find?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song of the Day:  Two Live Crew "Me so horny"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thought O' Day:  Ohh jeezz this should be really interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-116252518803285016?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/116252518803285016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/116252518803285016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116252518803285016' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-116234459897724455</id><published>2006-10-31T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T17:29:58.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Job&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just so some of you know I have a new job.  Its full time and I get benefits with it so I am happy.  It in Dodgeville.  I will be working for Sodexho.  If you don't know them imagine them as a catering company that caters to businesses hotels and such.  I start Monday Nov 6th.  Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-116234459897724455?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/116234459897724455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/116234459897724455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116234459897724455' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-116123111169173348</id><published>2006-10-18T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T21:11:51.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Funeral&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK kids I ave to post this sorry, and no I am not thinking of dieing any time soon, that would make to many people happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I die I want my obit to read : Chad Benjamin Henneman died (insert how I died unless it was with a hooker then make something up) give date and my age. Chad was hated by many, and liked by few. He had a sick and twisted sense of humor, and almost always found the humor in things. He was considered an asshole by many and acknowledged the fact that he was an asshole. If you didn't like Hamms (as he was well know to go by) then you were a no sense of humor pinko commie liberal loving duche bag. He will be missed mostly by the bill collectors and no one else. Tell them how many kids I had all my family shit etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for my funeral. I want it Vegas style, dancing girls, strippers (good ones to I don't want to see any mesetomy or c-section scars and they have to have all their teeth for Christ sakes). I want lights and music. Good music, Metallica, AC/DC, Ozzie, Sevcndust. That stuff, if its a descent ballad by one of them I have it on a CD for you. Open casket, I don't care how I die my friends are going to want to poke the body with a stick to make sure I am dead. Open bar. This is where my HUGE life insurance policy will figure in. Everyone drinks. Or at least everyone tries to drink. They can get me a stone it will say Chad Benjamin Henneman 10/01/79 to what ever. "My body lies but still I roam." And I want a traditional Norse burial. I want to be put on a raft soaked in oil set out on the water and set on fire by a flaming arrow. Of course this may have to be done a few days after the funeral to get rid of the drunks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you honestly think I am kidding here? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-116123111169173348?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/116123111169173348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/116123111169173348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116123111169173348' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-116062711172313096</id><published>2006-10-11T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T21:25:11.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FX&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Has some great shows.  Rescue Me is excellent.  The Shield was really good.  ASIP isn't bad.  And Nip/Tuck is just a freaking nutjob fun house.  I just finished watching last nights show.  The whole cheating on your wife and then that girl becoming your nanny weirdly great.  Then she gets hit by a freaking bus when the good doctor tells her she is nuts and thinks about killing her only to have said bus do it?  That... is... freaking... awesome.  And bringing the dead drug dealer back to be Sean's conscience.  That is inspired.  I have got to get the 1st few seasons on DVD damn thats a good show.   And Brooke Sheilds as a nutcase shrink who gets Property of Chirstian Troy tatttoed above her ass.  Unfucking believable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have to get over the hedge mostly so I can send it to my niece.  I think I may buy it on-line and have it shipped to her.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-116062711172313096?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/116062711172313096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/116062711172313096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116062711172313096' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-116048911019828733</id><published>2006-10-10T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T07:05:10.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Old Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I found four really long old man eye bows yesterday.  I mean really long like 1/4 inch long.  I cut them.  Aren't I too long to start having old man bushy eye brows? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I got to work and it was dark I left work and it was dark.  This is going to suck if it keeps up.  But hey I don't much care for really bright sunshine.  Sensitive eyes and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison this weekend was fun.  Wings and weed.  The weed thing is because they were having some legalize weed thing by the terace.  Then later I smelled it being smoked.  I don't do that, nor would I ever but I have no problem with people who do, as long as it doesn't effect your daily life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-116048911019828733?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/116048911019828733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/116048911019828733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116048911019828733' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-115853154434074907</id><published>2006-09-17T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T15:19:04.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weekend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I taught my niece she of 5 years of age how to do the devil horns and say METALLICA!!  That was fun.  Saw a girl who was cute then is hot now.  And had a pretty good weekend.  Packers lost again, but hey I wasn't expecting a 12-4 season.  I also learned some things which lead me to say thank you to a former crush.  Thank you for not leading me on any more and actually making me think I ever had a chance.  For that I am greatful.  Because apparently that is how Keith felt about this girl.  He was in complete head over heals infatuation with her.  I was like that with some one but thankfully she never let me get closer.  I was at arms length and that made it better.  Because what if she let me get close then shuts me out.  Its like a pitcher letting a lot of runners on in the the 1st five innings and still tossing a shut out then not allowing a baserunner, compared to a pitcher who throws a dominant perfect game.  I'd rather have the perfect game thrown against me cause that way you can not bitch about the missed chances.  In other news the last few times I have stopped at Wal-mart or K-Mart and gotten a check out person of my age and female I have gotten to the point where if I asked for their number I would have got it I think.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Also on Saturday I was flipping channels when I came across this Smallville scene where Lana strips to this red lace bra and panties set then jumps into a pool.  Damn she has a body but I most like her eyes, damn those eyes are just stocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song of the Day: Metallica "One" LANDMINE HAD TAKEN MY SIGHT TAKEN MY HEARING, TAKEN MY SOUL LEFT ME WITH LIFE IN HELL"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thought O' Day: I am kind of boring aren't I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-115853154434074907?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/115853154434074907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/115853154434074907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115853154434074907' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-115836681157205453</id><published>2006-09-15T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T17:33:31.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The mind is a terrible thing to use&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;stupid dreams.  The last two nights I have had these stupid dreams involving women.  I knew neither woman, and they looked similar, perhaps even the same, shorter than me, about 120, dark red hair, and brown eyes.  and no matter what I tried to do she kept looking at me and with these eyes like she really loved me and i ended up just loving her back,  Stupid dreams, make me feel bad about not having any one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-115836681157205453?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/115836681157205453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/115836681157205453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115836681157205453' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-115820353248221407</id><published>2006-09-13T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T20:12:12.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mediacom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In Belmont we have Mediacom cable.  It is way better than what Platteville offers.  Platteville offers 4 basic cable channels and the local access station.  Other than the fact they switch us from Brewers FSN to Twins FSN, I am feeling good about it.  One channel I enjoy watching is this mediacom sports local access which will replay old Hayden Fry Iowa Hawkeyes football old basketball and new stuff.  Take away the Iowa part and its fine.  Last night however they had UNI and Notre Dame women's volleyball on.  I am a disgustingly perverted man some times so i watched.  Damn both teams had some hotties, and UNI had a few who were 'to big for the sports bra' if you know what I mean.  hehehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh great now TV 3 has some fucking thing on suicide great now some ass clown is going to get more ideas.  Ahh fuck fuck fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song of the Day: Sevendust "Going back to Cali"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thought O' Day: Fuck fuck fuck now he is going to think he knows all GOD DAMNIT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-115820353248221407?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/115820353248221407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/115820353248221407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115820353248221407' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-115759335503234906</id><published>2006-09-06T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T19:02:25.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You live and you learn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NOT TO BE STUCK IN THE MEAT ROOM WITH JESSE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No that is not some euphamism for something else. It just means not to be get stuck working with an ass clown. The guy told me all about his life. I wanted to tell him I fucking care. There are only two kinds of people who I want to know about the thier lives. Those people I like and those women who's pants I am trying to get into. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse, and for those not following my previous posts he is a douche bag, told me all about his freaking life and being homeless and bouncing from job to job and having some fucking pet and his wife and her kids and his hobbies and how he has had such a bad life and how his mom once was considered a catch and how his dad paid for his mom's college but she slept with her proffessor. I mean shit this guy is a walking after school special. I really wish I knew why he thought he had to talk to me. I don't like him and yet he wants to talk to me like I am his friend. shit man just shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news last night I spilled some ice cold 7up on my nuts. Holy shit that was fucking cold. Ahhh I shudder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-115759335503234906?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/115759335503234906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/115759335503234906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115759335503234906' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-115733886551022269</id><published>2006-09-03T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T20:01:05.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Killing is my business and Business is good.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A lot of people have heard the saying if you could kill five people with out having to worry about any reprocussions would you? &lt;br /&gt;Fuck ya.  I have the top three people already picked out.  I work with none of them so that might surprice some.  Those that would get an honorable mention to the list I would just beat the hell out of that would be it.  But yeah I would kill people if I could get away with it.  I would torture some one to the brink of death then bring them back.  I know that it is really sick of me to be thinking about stuff like this but hey I have dark thoughts.  I just keep them under control.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love animals and I like well behaved kids after that you better get on my good side.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am almost done reading Wolves of the Calla so now I need to get The Dark Tower.  I already read book 6 of the 7 so now the peices are fitting together.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ever break down that word together.  To Get Her.  Thats how I remember to spell it.  It is also strangely prophetic.  If you can get her you will be together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was good to see an old classmate and his wife this weekend.  He has changed a little for the better but seems to still be the same person.  Which is good, he was a good kid before and still is.  It was also to go out and not be bothered or at least recognized by people.  But one thing I didn't miss... the smell of smoke.  I tried to drive home saturday night with the windows done but couldn't do it it was so smoky.  I ended up getting to my parents house and stripping outside and hanging my clothes out side so that the smell of smoke stayed there.  Uhg the smell of smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day: Stone Sour "Come What(ever) May" if you listen to it, it sounds like its about George W. Bush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-115733886551022269?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/115733886551022269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/115733886551022269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115733886551022269' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-115690908754910723</id><published>2006-08-29T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T20:38:07.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alright&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I forgot to put the post a pic of my stitches on here. By the way its healed enough that there are no stitches any more just a pretty cool scar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7545/348/1600/stitches.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7545/348/320/stitches.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;had some good thoughts about some one I wish I could reconnect with but if it happens it happens.  If god wills water there will be water its ka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song of the Day:  Buckcherry's new one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thought O' Day:  I should do what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-115690908754910723?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/115690908754910723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/115690908754910723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115690908754910723' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-115630538756498719</id><published>2006-08-22T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T20:57:36.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remembering&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know when I used to have to deal with stupid assholes at work I went and drank. Now I don't drink. I try to let it just slide right off my back instead some people just get so deep under your skin it just fucks with your life. This guy at work tonight who is a real ass clown was being an even bigger asshole than usual. He kept telling me that I was doing things wrong and that I should be doing other things, I never listened to him. Then he asked if I liked him or not&lt;br /&gt;I replied, "no not really."&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Because you try and control and order people around.&lt;br /&gt;Well I know what best.&lt;br /&gt;Sure you do.&lt;br /&gt;I also left earlier than I should but fuck it he always leaves early so I don't give a shit. He can stay later than me for a fucking change. To clarify that I stayed late but left before him. Pretty much because I can not stand dealing with him. I am going to talk to both my bosses tomorrow about him. Its fucking ridiculous that this assclown thinks he can do what ever he wants after the bosses leave for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news a body is just flesh and blood what makes a person special is their soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Robert W. Callahan when am I to expect an invite to your wedding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song of the Day:  Tom Jones "Whats new Pussycat?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thought O' Day: Why did I pick that song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-115630538756498719?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/115630538756498719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/115630538756498719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115630538756498719' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-115565351053360319</id><published>2006-08-15T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T07:51:50.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sleepy dreams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I have been having these really weird dreams as of late.  One is a reoccuring dream of Keith.  In it he etheir gets to come back from the dead and spend time with the family before he has to go back, or its before he commits suicide and only I know that he is going to do it.  Its really wierd because it seems like I am the only one who wants him to go so that the pain isn't as much on others and me.  Really strange.  The other dream I had last night was where I am this type of gunslinger and I am taking revenge on a town.  Just killing every body at this big ball type of dance.  They let some one be killed by some not so savory types and now I am taking it out on them.  I think this has to do with the fact I am reading Wolves of the Calla by Stephen King, and in the previous books they referenced Roland (a gunslinger) killing a whole town.  Weird shit. &lt;br /&gt;Ohh and I slept almost 14 hours yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;Typing is kind of wierd today as well as yesterday at work I cut the palm of my hand pretty deep on a tuna can lid.  Had to go to the emergency room, get five stitches and a tetnous shot.  It was a four inch pretty deep cut.  I should have stayed home yesterday.  Worst part is, I use my hands ALOT in the line of business I am in.  So this sucks.  I think I will just suck it up though and keep working.  I needs the money yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song of the Day: Soil "Halo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thought O' Day: What the hell can I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-115565351053360319?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/115565351053360319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/115565351053360319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115565351053360319' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-115533771035540370</id><published>2006-08-11T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T16:21:34.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Brewer game was fun. Grilling was had brats were eaten. I like to heckle the Cubs and their players cause they are so hapless. Actually was so annoying the Cubs fans beside me left. YES!!!!! And it was only in the second inning that I got them to go to. :) My best line of the day was when mark prior came to bat he is hitting .083 and his ERA is 6+ so I said, "Hey Prior shouldn't your batting average be higher than your ERA!?!?!?!" I hate the Cubs. Boo you. They tried started the lets go cubbies chant and got booed out. Cubs and Vikings fans are the most arrogant assholes out there. What have you won? Please tell me that what have you won? Ohh yeah and if you like the Iowa Hawkeyes you suck too. One side note though is that Cubs have a the highest hottie fan quota ever. They have a higher sampling size but still damn some of them are just plain hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After the game we made it to madison for Dommer's birthday drinking.  There was this really good looking lady at Pedro's i think she was of latin decent.  She also had this cute little girl who was about 3 or 4.  I waved and smiled and said hi to the little girl just as they were leaving the little girl smiled and waved back.  I should have hit on the lady through the little girl.  But I didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-115533771035540370?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/115533771035540370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/115533771035540370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115533771035540370' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-115493220381153960</id><published>2006-08-06T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T23:30:30.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;please&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;don't wake my up unless you need something from me. Otherwise its all details I can learn in the morning, or afternoon when ever you get back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That said I am going back to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-115493220381153960?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/115493220381153960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/115493220381153960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115493220381153960' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-115491822976130826</id><published>2006-08-06T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T19:37:09.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What its been&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I spent the weekend at my parents house, not a bad time.  Made them dinner both days.  Kind of a boring time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have to give props to Robert W. Callahan how ever on the final page pictire in this weeks Boscobel Dial.  Its the upper left hand pic on the last page of section two.  It shows stripper quality "bartenders" washing a truck in two peice bikini's by Muscoda.  Its great reporting like that that makes me proud.  Speaking of car washes I havn't seen many around this summer.  I know last summer and the one before it were some of the best recruiting years for car washes I have seen.  Last year as I posted was a car wash at Chandler's in Mineral Point with the Life guards doing the car wash.  It was hot.  This year maybe I am just in the wrong places at the wrong times.  Yeah it makes me sound like a dirty old man but I am a dirty young man.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I like boobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song of the Day: Stone Sour "30-30-150"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thought O' Day: Was that her hand writing?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-115491822976130826?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/115491822976130826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/115491822976130826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115491822976130826' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-115411864607692239</id><published>2006-07-28T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T13:30:46.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lance Bass is Gay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Duh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey at least this way when some one says "Lance Bass is Gay" its no longer a derogitory term its a fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ohh and now it gives new meaning to Boy bands suck.  hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-115411864607692239?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/115411864607692239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/115411864607692239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115411864607692239' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-115396670806679921</id><published>2006-07-26T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T19:18:28.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James Blunt Needs to Die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Horribly and hopefully painfully.   Also that ass clown who wrote that Bad Day song should Die as well.  I have to hear that shit way to much and neither song is all that good any more.  Kelly Clarkson how ever gets to live cause I like her song that they over play.  Plus she is hot.  Also has any one else noticed this of maybe I am just going crazier, but the start of that Kelly Clarkson song Walk Away almost sounds like the begining of a Live song like Throwing Copper or something.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I eat fruit and continue to cut notches further in my belt to keep it tight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-115396670806679921?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/115396670806679921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/115396670806679921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115396670806679921' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-115379897539617275</id><published>2006-07-24T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T20:42:55.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fucking Freezing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How the hell can I be freezing its like 80 plus outside right now and its 10:30.  So I am freezing because he keeps the fucking air between 72 and 68.  But then during the winter keeps it in the high 70's low 80's.  I ask WHAT THE FUCK HERE PEOPLE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OK so not much happens to be during the week any more.  But the week ends and when I go out things seem to happen.  This past week end on the way to Madison, Kyle attempted to start my car on fire.  How he managed this I don't know.  It happened right before we would have gotten to Mt. Horeb.  We were behind a pair of motorcycles when I could smell something burning.  At first I thought it was the motorcycles.  Then I saw smoke coming from the back seat.  And as they say where theres smoke their some Madison liberal trying to say it shouldn't be allowed in businesses.  :)  Anyway I started pulling over as soon as I could and Kyle threw water on it.  Seems as though some of the ashes from Kyle's cigar flew into the back seat and started my bandanna on fire.  Damn weird I tell ya.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Keep having the same dream just with two different women.  On is a regular and I can't my mind off the other is a new one who I had a crush on in high school.  She was a really good looking tall blond and I tried as hard as I could to make her hate me.  Why?  Cause for me its easier to make some one hate me then to make them like me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song of the Day:  Hinder "Lips of an Angel"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thought O' Day:  The mind is a beehive of shit huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-115379897539617275?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/115379897539617275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/115379897539617275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115379897539617275' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-115310711879733422</id><published>2006-07-16T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T20:31:58.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You just want to punch people in the fucking head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On another note, i mowed the yard today outside temp 96 at the time according to a termometer.  I had to raise the mower cause somebody decided it was better to scalp the yard than to trim the grass.  Let this be a lesson to you people.  Keep the grass nice and green.  Never scalp it.  That just invites weeds and bad things.  Keep the mower set to a some what high blade cut.  This will keep your yard nice and green.  Also for you Rob Callahan if you read this, No, I did not move anything.  Its going on two plus years of mowing around items in the yard.  If you know me you'll understand why.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I saw Pirates of the Caribean Dead Man's Chest tonight.  I thought it to be very good.  Nice twists and cool effects.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a second interview with Pizza Hut on Monday night.  This is for a managerial postion.  I hope.  I want this to go well.  I hope it goes well because I need something in me life these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ya know what I love about my friends they have never taken a digital camera out when we were drinking so that stupid pics of us could be taken.  My friends drink we didn't do things we drank.  I realized this while cruising My Space.  I have no drunken photos.  Thank God.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Speaking of drinking, when I had my gall bladder out they said that I shouldn't drink again for a while.  This is good because in all honestly I don't want nor feel the need to drink any more.  Actually I do some nights want a drink but then I remember how depressed it would make me.  And all the drunken e-mails I would send.  Yeah I have it under control and don't feel the want to drink.  I'll still go out and hang with friends but thats where I draw the line.  That and I don't want to know what I would do if I were drinking and started to think of my brother.  I don't want to be a blabbering drunk that is becoming overly emotional.  I hate people that do that and I don't want to be that person, again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Went to The Dells on Wednesday with Page it was fun.  We drove go carts alot.  I spun out a few kids.  Its not my fault they gave me the inside and I took it.  They should have looked over their shoulders.  Damn kids learn to drive and KNOW that I drive to win.  We also went golfing at Deer Valley Golf cource in Barneveld.  That was a nice cource.  Especially hole 5 and 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want a realtionship but I am unwilling to change to get that so I guess I'm fucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ohh yeah and when the hell are people going to realize that the flag burning issue and gay rights are just smoke screens to get our sites away from gas prices, Iraq, and medicre at best White House leadership.  OK so gays should be able to form some kind of civil union whether it be marriage or not.  It just seems 'funny' that it only comes up when elections are nearing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song of the Day: Sevendust "Failure"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thought O' Day: Choice your own and I'll answer it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-115310711879733422?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/115310711879733422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/115310711879733422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115310711879733422' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-115219754739689589</id><published>2006-07-06T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T07:52:27.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bad before I even wake up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Had these messed up dreams again.  They involved the 1st girl I eer liked and liked me back (see prior post) and one girl from college.  Most of the dreams dealt with them and me in Platteville on the ripped up Pine Street.  Its bad that you feel depressed before you even wake up in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-115219754739689589?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/115219754739689589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/115219754739689589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115219754739689589' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-115207459955049761</id><published>2006-07-04T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T21:43:19.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just did a check of my astrology sign and found that only one sign an Aquarius is a good match to my Libra.  Ohh all the other signs had something good about the match but they also had down sides.  This sucks I will only find love with some one born between January 20th and Febuary 18?  I can say this the 1st girl I ever really liked and she liked me back was born on Feb 18th.  But she moved to Appleton when we were in Jr High.  This sucks.  My love life sucks and now this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-115207459955049761?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/115207459955049761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/115207459955049761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115207459955049761' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-115203277588695270</id><published>2006-07-04T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T10:08:07.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;right now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel alone, scared, not in control, and guilty. I feel alone because there are so many people who I could talk to but no one I want to talk to. I don't even know if that makes sence. I want some to consol me but not with just words over the phone. I just want to sit and feel some next to me right now. I feel scared because now I just feel like things are pressuring me. Mostly its me thats putting pressure on me. I feel the pressure to start a life, have a wife and kids and do something with it. Before I could just fly under the radar while every one worried about the other boys. Now I feel like I have to produce. Like that number 6 hitter who has always hit 20-25 homers and driven in 80 now I feel like I am being moved to number 3 and given more responsability. Problem is I can't hit a curve ball and I can't find a decent batting coach. I want some one I can share my life with and I want it to work.  I want love, but I am to scared to find it.  These feelings suck.  I feel not in control because my life hangs with others. And I feel guilty because at times I am having fun and I am enjoying myself and then I think about my brother and it just brings me down. I know that eventually it will fade but right now it still hurts. I cried last night, I cried in my dreams. I know its to soon after the event but man I wish it would go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My mom is taking it really hard still. Who can blame her. I asked her if keith had gotten anything for Jaden for her birthday (which already happened but the party is this weekend.) She said no cause he said he had plenty of time, and she started to cry. Its tough it really is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want to know what happened but only two people know for sure. One will never talk again and the other I don't want to talk to for fear that I might do something. I can usually be fairly calm in situations that call for it but here I just don't know. I want her to feel pain worse than my families combined. Thats what I want. I wish I could be as strong as my father who says he doesn't wish her any pain, because she has a little kid. But I wish her pain lots of pain. So much so that she does the same. Maybe its not right but I want her to suffer for so long and hard that she does it eventually. She has moved to the top of my hate list. The only thing thats good about her is that I don't have any idea what she looks like and thats better because I can't just hate an imagine, but I can hate an idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song of the Day: Stereomud "Pain"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thought O' Day: I feel like being sadist towards her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-115203277588695270?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/115203277588695270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/115203277588695270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115203277588695270' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-115095154895079626</id><published>2006-06-21T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T21:45:48.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Open Letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To my brother Keith, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know that we were never buddies nor did we ever just hang out or shoot the shit.  I know that things between us were never that great, but we were brothers.  I'd like to think that if I got into a fight with some one besides you that you would have my back.  I like to think the same of myself.  Now I have to ask you this.  How could you be so fucking selfish?  I know you'd never say your sorry to me.  I wouldn't expect it from you.  But you should say your sorry to your niece.  You know the only one you have that loves you unconditionally and loves it when you would twirl her around so that she could feel that feeling of flying.  Why didn't you think of her?  Why?  Her birthday party was coming up in two weeks and now she doesn't have an uncle there. The worst part about all of this is you did it over a girl.  Not even a woman but a girl.  Some one who had no idea what the hell they wanted out of life except to know that they wanted to get drunk this Friday night.  You selfish bastard.   Why would you ever consider doing something like this?  Since when is this a good idea?  You have no idea how you make the people around you feel.  This one person, she won't give a shit in two weeks and yet some how this is to make it better?  What in the world were you thinking?  You took the easy way out.  You decided that you'd had enough.  WHY DO YOU GET TO DECIDE!!!  I was ready for the call at 10 in the morning say you'd wrapped your truck around a tree that I could have lived with but this WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!?!?!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm sorry Keith but this is what you get when you do this kind of thing.  I wish I would have said something sooner but hindsight is 20/20.  I can cry all I want but it won't bring you back just for one minute so that I could tell you that you are my bother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This letter is in reponse to my brothers suicide on June 21 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-115095154895079626?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/115095154895079626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/115095154895079626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115095154895079626' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-115060359104995684</id><published>2006-06-17T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T21:06:31.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damn it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate these depressed moods I get in to.  Hate them it just sucks.  I know that by writing this down I'll feel better and in the morning I feel better as well.  I'm just glad I'm not drinking any more, cause that would just make this mood so much worse.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can confidantly say that it wasn't going to happen so that makes me feel bad.  At the very least I have people who I would now consider friends who I probably wouldn't before.  But is that honestly as far as its ever going to get.  Friends.  I hated the show and I hate being "just friends."  Most of it is my fault.  I don't play hard to get I am hard to get.  I don't show a whole lot of emotion towards people its just not me.  I don't know how to "win some one over" it really sucks.  I know how to make people laugh and how to get people to hang around with me but thats all its ever been for me.  I know that it will take some work on my part to find the 'right person' but as of right now I don't want to work at finding that person.  I like being alone but at the same time detest it.  At least I can always bury myself in work and hope it doesn't get to the point where I wouldn't be doing anything and I would start to think about this.  uhg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;also as a side note I was thinking about this in the car on the way home.  I have never been any ones anything.  I have never been some ones best friend, i have never been some ones special other.  Hell I am just the middle child.  Not the 1st boy, not the oldest not the youngest.  I'm the middle one.  The one who was never really 'cared for'.  I just feel so left out right now, and pretty up always have.  I know some people who will call me once and awhile and invite me out and that feels good, but still I just can't get over this feeling of being 'unwanted.'  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its like one of those old west posters but instead its a picture of me saying UNWANTED instead of wanted.  Well fuck it I'll feel better in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song of the Day: Static-X "Dirthouse"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thought O Day: See above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-115060359104995684?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/115060359104995684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/115060359104995684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115060359104995684' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-115038705352365711</id><published>2006-06-15T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T08:57:33.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;more dreams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;had this really weird dream while sleeping.  I was at one of those experiental places where they try things on you for pay.  I guess something like covance maybe.  Well it was at the Madison East High School or at least that what the signs said.  Anyway they were hooking what looked like jumper cables up to our chests then shocking us.  Anyway I met this really cute girl and my dream sticks right over the talking part to where I am sitting next to her and it resembles to people who really like each other sitting on a couch holding each other while watching movies.  Anyway every few minutes I have to let her go so she can get shocked then I can get shocked.  I know fucked up.  Well this goes on for a while until the end of the experiments.  We leave together and she takes me to her house which is just a few blocks from where I parked my car in a parking complex.  Which by the way was only accesable by walking through the front door of some run down house.  She says she wants to take me some where but her car has a flat so could I get some one to come and flix the flat?  Well the rest of the dream deals with me running to find a phone book, and when I do I come to realize that she is having a snow ball fight and completely ignoring me.  I also find out that there is a car dealer ship that sells tires just a block from where her car is.  The dream then jumps into the dealership as I am walking around in it.  Then I finally get a full on view of the girl and its some I've met and kind of know but not really.  Dreams are messed up POS's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song of the Day:  System of a Down "Sugar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thought O' Day:  I need to talk to a professional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-115038705352365711?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/115038705352365711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/115038705352365711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115038705352365711' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-115005608414833792</id><published>2006-06-11T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T13:01:24.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brewers game&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am watching the Milwaukee Brewer/ St. Louis Cardinals game and they just replayed Ned Yost getting run and there were two big things that I caught.  One was the umpire yelling THATS BULLSHIT!!!  The other way Ned saying to the ump, "FUCK YOU"  Its always great to see Neddy blow because when he goes he goes big.  Kind of like his former employer Bobby Cox.  Neddy was in the umps face too bumping his head with his hat visor.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God I love it when managers blow up like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-115005608414833792?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/115005608414833792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/115005608414833792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115005608414833792' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-114996055671946997</id><published>2006-06-10T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T10:29:17.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ranting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OK so people know by now that slow drivers annoy me.  People who don't know what they want.  And people that give no eplanation just do it.  Also any one who plays Kevin Bacon with people who I don't know or for that matter care to know.  Don't tell me that some person did this and that and that they are the father of some person who you heard about.  I don't care.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One thing that has been pissy me off a lot though is the express lane or lack of knowledge of how to properly be in the express lane.  If you are paying with a check have everything BUT the amount writen out.  Do not ask the date or who to write it out to ESPECIALLY IF YOU ARE IN FUCKING WAL-MART!!!  if you are paying by credit or debit card have the card ready and swipe it before all the things you have have been priced.  This means once your stuff starts getting rung up swipe your card.  Don't wait til the very end.  If you are going to use the express lane and it says 12 or less items or what ever have 12 or less.  Don't have 20 and think no one will care.  I care that you are being an ass and not reading what you should have been reading and thinking you are more important.  They should really have a lane for 5 or less.  Or cource then assclowns will still try and pay in check.  I say FUCK YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.devilducky.com/media/25512/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.devilducky.com/media/25512/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So how do you take some one not calling you for over a week after two weeks of talking for over 40 minutes each day?  You get depressed and wonder what the fuck did I do?  Not even a I just wanna be friends or I'm not quite ready for it right now.  God women confuse the hell out of me.  They depress me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song of the Day:  Sevendust "Face to Face"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thought o' Day: If I went on a killing spree is any one going be surprised?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-114996055671946997?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114996055671946997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114996055671946997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114996055671946997' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-114965426402793603</id><published>2006-06-06T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T21:24:24.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not that he is the only doctor fulfilling women's vaginal enhancement needs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That is a line from any article I am read in the most recent Playboy.  At 1st I thought it was a fiction article about this lady going in to have some work done but apparently its real.  They can inject collegen into the G-spot (the mythical one at that) they can trim the 'lips' incase one is bigger than the other, they can do tucks, they can remove hoods... and all I can think is sumbitch this is getting more and more compliacted maybe I don't want to ever go there.  geez.  It is an interesting read so far.  The title of the article by the way is Rose Bud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Watched Rescue Me tonight.  That is a damn good show.  Dennis Leary is funny as hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Need a job any leads people?  I am willing to be a personal chef/butler/ 50's house wife (minus the sex) unless you are really hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thought O' Day: Damn bills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song of the Day: Megadeth "Peace Sells"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-114965426402793603?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114965426402793603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114965426402793603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114965426402793603' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-114943592698417986</id><published>2006-06-04T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T08:45:27.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Softball&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Any one else watching the college softball world series?  Damn some of those girls are hot.  But I did see one play where the 2nd base(wo)men was taking throws at 1st instead of the 1st base(wo)man.  That was odd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Also work at the ticket has dwindled I look for other jobs.  More applications will be filled out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know where I stand with some people and that always makes me wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The cuts are healing nicely soon scars will be there.  WHOOOO SCARS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Saw X-Men 3 when it came out.  Interesting premise.  I am sure some hard cores didn't like it.  Can't wait for the Wolverine Movie to come out.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Going to see the Da Vinci Code later.  I have a free ticket so I plan on using it.  Later folks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song of the Day:  Ozzy "Paranoid"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thought O' Day: Should I get that veggy pizza?  Sounds good...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-114943592698417986?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114943592698417986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114943592698417986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114943592698417986' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-114840074547891152</id><published>2006-05-23T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T09:12:25.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Medical Alert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well kids this weekend was good hung out and had fun.  Then I had a bit of a problem.  Seems as though my gall bladder decided to become inflamed I think from the peanuts I ate.  Well it hurt all day Sunday so I went to the emergency room at 1am Monday morning.  HAd my gall bladder out by 1pm and now I am on a break from all that is hectic.  nothing but rest for the next 7-10 days.  God this is gonna suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-114840074547891152?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114840074547891152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114840074547891152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114840074547891152' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-114805032047575263</id><published>2006-05-19T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T07:52:00.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strangest Damn Dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I was at a Supermarket that had alcohol dispencers like candy machines, and this really cute darker skined (kind of like a puerto rican) lady was behind me getting drinks, she said your kind of cute.  We started talking then it cuts to this montage of tastefully done sex clips with nothing being shown.  Man I have got to stop eating pickles before bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Brewers Trip this weekend.  Really looking foreword to hanging out with a certain person.  Been talking alot to her and now I get to hang out the weekend with her.  I am hoping for good things.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song of the Day: Pantera "Cowboys from Hell"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thought O' Day: Can I get the oil changed today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-114805032047575263?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114805032047575263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114805032047575263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114805032047575263' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-114788060232558011</id><published>2006-05-17T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T08:43:23.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back in the Saddle Again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I am back among the living.  Been so for a week plus now.  Strange things afoot at the circle K though.  Very little if any pain any more.  Its mostly a empty stomach feeling now.  I eat something and it goes away.  Set up my surgery date yesterday it will be June 26th at a Clinic attatched to St. Mary's.  In lue of flowers just send money.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The city of Platteville is fucking up let me tell you.  Its taking them forever to get anything going and they waited until the week before freaking graduation to start construction on Pine Street.  Dumb.  Then on monday the idiots staged a readiness thing for the emergency workers.  What did this mean?  It meant the closed off 6 city blocks and some streets that would be considered access roads to get out of town.  Add that to the back of traffice because Pine is closed and you get just a clusterfuck of FUBAR traffic.  Drove around for 15 minutes trying to get out of town.  AHHHHHH!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Graduation is this weekend.  woo.  Going to a Brewer game with like 100 of my closest friends.  Actually I am going to Fond du Lac to pick up a friend and some other friends then going to the game then going back to Fondy to spend the night and hang out Sunday.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Also for all you out there who didn't know, I shaved off the goattee and my hair is shorter.  I look presentable.  I also look freaking 18.  Yeah the facial hair made me look older.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Also this low fat diet I am on isn't bad so far.  I need a new belt cause my pants fall down when I walk but otherwise it seems cool.  I have lost weight and continue to do so.  I want to continue to lose even more weight.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song of the Day: Godsmack "No rest for the wicked"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thought O' Day: This should be interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-114788060232558011?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114788060232558011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114788060232558011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114788060232558011' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-114668859002671709</id><published>2006-05-03T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T13:36:30.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quick update&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;spent the last 6 days in st mary's hospital in madison, wi.  My gall stones blocked the common bile duct which caused the pancrease to become inflamed.  Pancrititis is not fun.  Spent to much time in the fucking hospital bed.  OK now its time to start finding ways to get donations to pay for it all.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-114668859002671709?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114668859002671709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114668859002671709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114668859002671709' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-114588498008484802</id><published>2006-04-24T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T09:50:52.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haven't been feeling well&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last week I went for some pizza and a longy or two. I had a slice and a half and 1/2 a longy and felt very ill. I ended up puking it all back up and have since been unable to keep a lot of food down. I have been eating a lot less lately and am thinking that my stomach has shrunk and is not allowing much food to be eaten. Yesterday I had all day a breakfast burrito some chocolate milk two slim jims half a can of tomato soup and 1 1/2 egg salad sandwiches spaced through out the day. The soup and sandwich were my dinner and they ended up in the toliet about 10 minutes after I ate it. After about 20 minutes I tried to finish the sandwich and soup and was able to. So that made me feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Also I started to try and clean my car. I also mowed the yard for the 1st time yesterday. I hate the 1st mow of the year the grass is so damn long and thick, it makes the mower shut off a lot. Also hung out the laundry for the 1st time. yeah me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-114588498008484802?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114588498008484802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114588498008484802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114588498008484802' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-114503442316013329</id><published>2006-04-14T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T10:11:24.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some Pics from Miami.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also two pics of a Black Forest Tort I had at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes that is me and Bo Jackson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7545/348/1600/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7545/348/320/26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also that is what an empty $10 White Russian looks like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7545/348/1600/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7545/348/320/25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7545/348/1600/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7545/348/320/21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7545/348/1600/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7545/348/320/20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7545/348/1600/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7545/348/320/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7545/348/1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7545/348/320/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7545/348/1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7545/348/320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7545/348/1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7545/348/320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7545/348/1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7545/348/320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-114503442316013329?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114503442316013329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114503442316013329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114503442316013329' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-114478475223901721</id><published>2006-04-11T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T12:45:52.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miami&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just spent the weekend in Miami. Nice place, but it was way too humid, way to crowded and way to expensive for me.  Nice place though.  Hot chicks every where.  One of them was on my knowledge bowl team.  When I get the pics I'll post one of them.  AS soon as all my pics are done I'll post more.  Had my own room with a king size bed in it.  I could get used to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OK so I went to the hospital got the whole kidney thing well I bill.  $3222.35.  Fuck dude.  I understand the whole money is needed for research and shit but fuck dude.  I think that there should be some sort of thing that would allow for people to get free health care in certain cases, medical emergencies like car wrecks, sports injuries and the like would be fully covered.  Unless it was something self inflicted.  Other things suck as cancer should also be paid fully by those that can can afford it.  You see were I am going I hope.  It just seems to me that this shit is way to expensive for what is being done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On a lighter note I have been plaing phone tag lately.  I think it makes me out to be needy/ a stalker.  I don't want that but at the same time I want to make sure she knows I do have interest in her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song of the Day: Rob Zombie "Boogie Man"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thought O' Day: Damn paying for that is gonna suck big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-114478475223901721?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114478475223901721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114478475223901721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114478475223901721' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-114407714758855641</id><published>2006-04-03T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T08:12:27.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Does any one in the area have a portable DVD player or laptop computer that plays DVD's that I could borrow for a week?  Reason; I am flying to Miami on Wednesday for a 4-5 conference.  Will drive to Madison to meet some one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-114407714758855641?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114407714758855641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114407714758855641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114407714758855641' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-114406759570147958</id><published>2006-04-03T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T05:33:15.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For those...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;about to rock we salute you.  Actually for those not in the know I have a kidney stone.  It hurts not gonna lie, it hurts like a mutherfucker.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In other action else where, Lynn, Toni, and Anissa came doen this weekend.  We hung out Saturday night.  It was fun.  I like her and I guess she likes me so things may work out (for awhile at least).  And no this is not an April Fools.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pain sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-114406759570147958?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114406759570147958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114406759570147958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114406759570147958' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-114350256560389270</id><published>2006-03-27T15:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T07:07:12.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thoughts &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the movie "inside man" it has more than one meaning so if you go to see it, which i do recomend, you'll know at the end of the movie. Denzel Washington and Clive Owne are great. And to quote the movie Jodie Foster is 'a magnificent cunt.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the George Mason Patriots are in the final four. Anyone else think that the Bush administraion is trying to push when you are a patriotic and don't question the White House the terrorists lose. Just a thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-114350256560389270?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114350256560389270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114350256560389270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114350256560389270' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-114329859845353646</id><published>2006-03-25T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T06:56:38.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't be ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fooled by my charming personality I really am quite psychotic.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My horror-scope says today would be a good day to propose marriage.  Shit man do they know something I don't?  I actually think the last few days some one new has been writing the horror-scopes as they haven't been the usual bland all encompassing ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm hungry for some pancakes damnit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-114329859845353646?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114329859845353646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114329859845353646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114329859845353646' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-114313839020583078</id><published>2006-03-23T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T10:26:30.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chest Pains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I woke up this morning at 4am with some really intense chest pains.  The pain was localized below my sternum and seemingly just under the skin.  Kind of like a big localized cramp.  It hurt like hell.  I got up made myself puke a few times, after about 10 minutes, drank some water and pepto went to bed.  Thats the 2nd time in the last 3 months or so that that has happened.  And Does it hurt like a muther.  Imagine some one punching you from the inside of your guts.  And then grabbing any tissue they can find and squeezing it.  Stupid fucking AHHHHH it hurt like hell pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And no it wasn't heart related.  You'd have to have one to have pain in it.  Besides neither arm went numb.  Fuck it hurt though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-114313839020583078?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114313839020583078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114313839020583078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114313839020583078' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-114305112099585226</id><published>2006-03-22T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T10:12:01.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just feeling down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess it was about time that my feeling of riding high ended.  Been feeling pretty depressed lately.  From flirting with a girl who is seeing some one and is in a good relationship to seeing some one else damn near marriage with some one else.  The good thing is, is that I like both guys.  But if either hurt those girls then I'd have to unconditionally hate them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I want them both to be happy, but seeing others like that happy depresses me.  Makes me wonder about my own happiness.  Its elusive.  I have screwed up every relationship I have tried to be in.  Except two, one she was really fucking nuts, and the second she saw what I looked like in person and left before I could see her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If I drank heavily any more I'd get drunk and whine about it, but no sence whining about shit you can't change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song of the Day: Guano Apes "Open your Eyes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thought O' Day: I wouldn't mind being damn near immortal like Wolverine.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-114305112099585226?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114305112099585226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114305112099585226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114305112099585226' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-114300444401240990</id><published>2006-03-21T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T21:17:12.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ever think about....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How racist STOP signs are? Its white on red, symbolizing the white man's oppression of the native american. Or white out? Its white and covers up the black mistakes. What about chestnuts. Shit don't get me started. And Flipper shit man he was known in the under world as James the Nigger Hating Dolphin. Ok so all of this has been stolen, but ohh well. Nothing new in the world of hamms, except fucking with you guys. Always read the whole post boys. I am currently on spring break. Which only means that I get to sleep in more often. I like this. The Ticket is hosting an NTN Texas Hold 'Em Tournament next monday. $20 buys you in and gets you one free drink, 1st place 60% of the pot, 2nd 30 and 4rd 10. We can have 20 people playing, two tables of ten, at one time so if you are in the area and want to play come on in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK off to watch Mr. and Mrs. Smith,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day: Dark New Day "Pieces"&lt;br /&gt;Thought O' Day: Why is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-114300444401240990?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114300444401240990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114300444401240990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114300444401240990' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-114283370866480347</id><published>2006-03-19T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T21:48:31.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;been a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry its been so long since my last actual post of any meaning.  Strange things abrewin'.  School and my internship have at work have been taking alot of my time.  Thankfully I am done with my luncheon theme.  Also other things are happening, last week on Saturday I was at work it was none to busy when in walks this woman and a little kid.  I really didn't pay much attention to them as well I usually don't have much contact with them.  Well they order and I start making and not really paying attention to anything but the food I'm cooking.  Well after making the food and cleaning up a bit I go back and sit at the bar.  When I get a tap on the shoulder.  I thought it was Greg but it wasn't turns out the lady who walked in was some one from my grade school high school years.  The 1st girl I ever had a crush on.  I was honestly just going to brush her off with in a few minutes and I did try but she kept talking to me about what has happened to her since I last saw her.   Yeah so I am kind of cold and every thing but she keeps talking to me.  Since this was the 1st girl to ever show me any kind of reponse I actually had some deep feelings for her, but found out she was moving from her mom.  She says that she is back in town for a while so maybe she'll see me later.  I tell her I have to work late so I don't know if I will see her later or not.  I am honestly just trying to blow her off cause I don't want to dredge up old memories.  Well she comes back around 10.  I am just shutting things off.  And cleaning things up.  She says she can wait and she would like to talk to me.  After I get every thing done, she starts talking to me at the bar, turns out she got married right after high school cause she got pregnent.  After a few years she decided that she just wasn't in love with the guy and he had been cheating on her so she got a divorce.  Her mother had moved back to the area a few years ago so she is coming back to live with her.  I know fasinating stuff.  I think my boredom showed by now because then she said and I was hoping to find some people from my past.  She then said I was hoping to find you because you were the 1st guy I had a real big crush on.  Then she kind of slapped my in the arm and said hey I said I had a crush on you.  Why are you being so damn mean to me.  You are just sitting there like none of this is registering.  Well I told her.  I just didn't want to get hurt again, and I told her just how I felt.  She kind of sat there quiet for awhile, then said well I kind of felt the same way.  Even married she thought of she said.  That kind of made me feel better.  I told her that I had to leave cause I had to get up early the next day.  She says she'll walk me out.  well standing out side by car she gets close to me and gives me a hug then kisses me.  She pulled back then I kissed her.  Yes i do still have feelings for her, and she for me I guess.  Well I gave her my phone number and she gave me hers.  the next day she called me at work and asked when I was done.  We met up after work and went to a movie.  Thank you for a slow day at work.  Well since then I have spent a lot of time her and her little boy.  Kids name is Darren.  Nice little shit.  I have spent a night at her place and she has spent a night at mine.  Nothing has happened save for some kissing and laying around with each other (uhg cuddling), as we both want to keep it slow.  God I hope this works out.  I am just hoping this works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song of  the Day:  Iron Butterfly "In-a-gadda-div-ida"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thought o' Day:  Happy early April fools Day suckers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-114283370866480347?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114283370866480347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114283370866480347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114283370866480347' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-114226386324928654</id><published>2006-03-13T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T07:31:03.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barry Bonds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Robert W. Callahan asked what my feelings on Barry Bonds are.  These are it.  Barry Bonds is an immensly talented athlete who's skills are worth induction into the Hall of Fame.  However since he has continually denied using 'roids yet gotten much much much bigger and yet his body fat hasn't.  A usual thing as a man grows older.  Skill wise he is above alot of people, desire wise and playing it out not so much.  I remember a few years ago I beleive it was his 2nd year in SF he just turned and watched a homerun.  But the problem with old Candlestick is that the winds can knock down a fly ball.  And thats what happened the ball fell on the warning track.  Well Barry then trudged after it but was still beaten to the ball by the centerfielder who was running after it.  He rarely runs out groundballs, and stands and stares at his marvelous homeruns.  For this Barry Bonds is a talented yet egotistical ass.  He will refer to himself in the 3rd person and rarely runs hard any more.  He will not score on a single from second.  He trotted his son out while he himself was on crutches to deny that he was on 'roids.  I don't beleive a fucking thing he says.  If he did do this just get attention because Mark McGwire got it well then I really hate the guy.  McGwire may have also used and this is a damning thing but because he never flately lied like Bonds or Palmero and because he was already a homerun hitter (49 his rookie year could have hit 50 but took the last day off to be at the birth of his son) he gets a pass.  Bonds was a 25-30 homerun guy.  Then during the juiced ball era he and Sammy and Raffy start knocking them out like crazy.  I don't trust Barry Bonds I border line hate the guy.  Are his stats worth Hall consideration?  Yes but only after he sitts for a few years.  Ohh and Burn in Hell Barry.  I want to read the book and as soon as I can I will try and get my hands on a copy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-114226386324928654?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114226386324928654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114226386324928654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114226386324928654' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-114201120828834916</id><published>2006-03-10T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T09:20:08.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rule of Thumb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When a professional athlete says its not about money, ITS ALAWAYS ABOUT THE MONEY.  Javon Walker wants out of Green Bay because he didn't get the contract that he asked for last year, and because Brett critized him.  Sure no problem lets trade him to Cleveland or San Fransico.  I think the GBP could get a good 1st rounder out of this.  But He is not at complete fault.  Lets not forget that Ted Thompson has so far shown the desiviness and speed as a sleeping slug stuck in molasis.  Ted Thompson may not be the wrong man for the job but so far he hasn't shown he is the right one.  He wants this to be his team not some one elses so he is so far willing to gut a team and start over almost insuring an other losing season.  I don't like Ted Thompson so far he has shown as much personality and decision making ability as a piece of white card board.  Thank you Ted for 3 more losing years before you too get fired.  He sat on his hands all of last year when injuries were destroying the Packers.  So this ones for you Ted, Fuck you.  I must stop now other wise I will rant all day about what a ponce Teddy No Game is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-114201120828834916?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114201120828834916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114201120828834916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114201120828834916' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-114160958878321107</id><published>2006-03-05T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T17:46:28.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bitch Strikes Again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So this lady whom I really do not care for.  She has no tact and no respect for others was in the bar last night.  She said she gave one of the bartenders a $100 bill.  Well she didn't she gave her a $20.  She started not yelling but saying bad things about the bartender who did it.  Gets the bartender so upset that she leaves and comes back into the room I am in.  Yeah once she started I left.  I hate dealing with the lady and am afraid that if I have to keep listening to her I will snap at her.  Her husband seems to just sit there and let it happen too.  Anyway she gets the bartender so upset she starts crying and has to go home early.  Meanwhile the other bartender, the woman's daughter, has to handle a really busy bar for the next few hours.  Before the bartender leaves well looky there she found the $100 in her wallet, but never apologized.  FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING CUNT!!!!!  I really do not like this woman.  Her daughter is fine but she can be a real bitch.  Also I worked 13 1/2 hours yesterday.  My feet hurt like hell and I am tired.  Need sleep.  Need to curl up next to a cutie and take the rest of the week off.  Since its only me that means curling up next to a pillow and sleeping.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song of the Day: Hinder "Lips of an Angel"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thought O' Day: Has no one ever stood up to this woman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-114160958878321107?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114160958878321107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114160958878321107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114160958878321107' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-114145646297598056</id><published>2006-03-03T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T23:14:22.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just want to shoot the dumb ones.  At work tonight a few things pissed me off.  One) if you order, get your food then sit around and talk while slowly munching your fucking side then eat the fish only to find that it is cold TEN MINUTES AFTER YOU GOT IT, then you deserve to be hit in the head with a fucking tack hammer.  This girl and her boyfriend did it.  Shit you not ten to fifteen minutes after the order had been put in front of them they claim its cold.  FUCK YOU!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Two if you are going to be annoying at least be funny or original.  Some guy was being ignored because he was being a douce and told his older friends be it his mom and dad or what ever lets get out of here, dumb ass leaves with a beer bottle in his hand.  I hope he got picked up.  Stupid fucker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Three if its your job do it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Also NEVER NEVER call me after midnight unless you are dying or need some one to post bail and I like you.  That last one is for a very select few the others spend the night in the clink.  Hey I'm all for having fun but don't fucking drunk dial me to ask where I am when I am damn near in bed.  I am old leave me alone.  I don't care how hot you are you better have something seriously wrong to warrent calling me.  And not just "where you at man?  I'm drunk"  leave that to before midnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song of the Day:  Metallica "ONE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thought O' Day:  As of this exact moment I really don't fucking care if I do end up single for my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-114145646297598056?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114145646297598056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114145646297598056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114145646297598056' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-114125728513286722</id><published>2006-03-01T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T15:54:45.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Thanks Kyle and Ed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Kyle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7545/348/1600/TMW06-02-08.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 445px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px" height="301" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7545/348/320/TMW06-02-08.0.jpg" width="543" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From Ed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quailhuntingschool.com/flash.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quail Hunting Certifacation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Update&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I had a luncheon today and well it really sucks being the only guy in the class when the rest of the class is PMS'ing.  Ohh yeah you say one bad thing and boom.  This sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-114125728513286722?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114125728513286722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114125728513286722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114125728513286722' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-114122568634859546</id><published>2006-03-01T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T07:08:06.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Zombie Middle Schoolers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats what was in my dream last night.  And I was killing them.  It was really weird and kid of scary.  But ya know what I kept doing it.  One of those dreams that is kind of like a night mare, I even woke up during it but just went back to sleep to dream it more.  Yeah killing zombie middle schoolers in dark high school hallways was actually kid of cool.  I had a shot gun and I had claws like Wolverine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I know almost none one who reads this regularly would understand this but in the Decimation M story line Wolverine gets all his memories back.  Of course they don't tell the readers what they are but he does get them back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK got to go help with the luncheon.  Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-114122568634859546?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114122568634859546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114122568634859546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114122568634859546' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-114077090876360554</id><published>2006-02-24T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T00:48:28.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;umm yeah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I get home to find Jerry's car blocking the drive way.  I am in ahurry so I whipe a U'y and come back around and find out that the car is still running.  I get out go in the house and find him in the house.  I ask how long do you plan on leaving the car running and blocking the driveway.  Ohh shit well I guess all day.  I ask my grandmother how long its been running and she says since before noon this is around 4:50.  I just shook my head and kind of muttered something to the fact that only he can do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Had my taxes done today/  Any one go to Tax Associates in Boscobel mention me and that i refered you.  I get $10 that way.  DeAnne Chappel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am covered with specks of Frank's Red Hot Wings Sauce.  Good shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song of the Day: Guano Apes "Open your eyes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thought O' Day: Would she see a movie with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-114077090876360554?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114077090876360554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114077090876360554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114077090876360554' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-114045139223460486</id><published>2006-02-20T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T08:03:12.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So my car is leaking something seems to be anti-freeze but its such a slow leak.  Talked to a guy about it and since it only started since it got really cold he thinks it may be just from the contracting of pieces.  I am still going to have Wahoo look at it though.  I did have to refill the tank and its been slowly leaking but thats because I overfilled it.  I hope all is right so that I don't have to pay a shit ton of money.  I still need to pay for the Miami trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I too have been having weird dreams.  At least once a night for the past week I have been having this dream where some one I know asks me when I am returning so and so's rabbit.  I know this person but have almost no contact with them.  Last night it was McGraw from the Gamehenge asking me if I had given her her rabbit back yet?  What is the rabbit?  And why do I have it?  Whoa weird shit man weird shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song of the Day:  Silvertide "Ain't coming home"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thought O' Day: Wow are dreams messed up or what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-114045139223460486?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114045139223460486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114045139223460486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114045139223460486' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-114013944783971447</id><published>2006-02-16T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T17:24:07.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Snow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While I enjoy snow and I can drive in it for the most part.  I hate blowing snow.  Why because it can go from seeing just fine to not seeing 20 feet, to not seeing the front of the car.  A few years ago I almost rear ended some asswipe who decided that it was safer to come to a full stop in the road when he couldn't see to pulling over.  Since then I have been very hesitent to drive in this kind of weather.  The scanner keeps having more and more wrecks and 80 % of the plow drivers were being pulled at 4pm.  So that means that I am running a big risk of bad roads.  So factoring all these things in and the fact that I did try driving in this and couldn't even make it 1/4 of the way there, led me to call in and tell work I couldn't make it.  Then around 6:15 Greg calls and asks if there is anyway I can get in.  I had to tell him no because even the driveway is full now.  Thank you snow plow drivers.  Anyway now I feel bad because I couldn't make it and there were people there.  Well I guess you can't win all the time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Which now brings me to a rant.  Why the fuck do people go out to eat when the weather is absolute shit?  What the fuck possesess people to do this?  I admit do doing this once.  In all fairness the weather was fine when we left Platteville, it didn't get bad until we reached monfort.  And by that time we were only 10 minutes from where we going to eat.  I mean really people, its snowing, blowing and cold as hell and you go out?  Why not stay the fuck home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song of the Day: Pantera "Cemetary Gates"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thought O' Day: Read above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-114013944783971447?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114013944783971447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114013944783971447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114013944783971447' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-114006965798746680</id><published>2006-02-15T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T22:00:58.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was thinking of blogging about all the bad things about me and thats why I'm single... instead I just want to say it its because I haven't truely met the right one yet.  I may have met her but maybe she is taking her time getting to know me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By the way I am really drunk.  And where is all this fucking snow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song of the Day: Mudvayne "Fall in to Sleep"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thought O' Day: Why do I do this then reverse field? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-114006965798746680?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114006965798746680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/114006965798746680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114006965798746680' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-113997136532159036</id><published>2006-02-14T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T18:42:45.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not what I excepted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I had my interview at EER&amp;S and I will not be going to work there any time soon.  Here is the e-mail I sent them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you both for the oppertunity to interview with your company.  I however must with draw from any consideration for a job.  I am not what you are looking for and I don't have the experience to properly do the job for you for what I would require.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you again for the oppertunity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They wanted me to work in the kitchen I wanted to manage to at least shadow in the front.  Great looking place they have down there.  But I just felt like I was trying to date a supermodel with out ever asking just a friend out.  I kind of felt a little overmatched.  Of course it didn't help that one person I interviewed with seemed to talk down to me.  Seemed like he was better than me and that I was wasting his time.  And he pretty much as as much when he went and told the head cook to the extent that he didn't need to come out so he doesn't have to worry about starting something and stopping it.  That made me feel ohh so good.  It just felt like they felt they were better than me.  Ohh this kid is from where SWTC?  Never heard of it.  The flyer I got said they were looking for restaurant manager interns.  Well thats what I applied for.  After talking this guy, he said well you would start out bussing tables, then maybe waiting tables, then if there might be an opening we might consider you.  I just felt so talked down too.  One of the things that I understand about managing is that when you get the right person in the right job things go well.  He said I have to understand that job to understand how to hire for it.  I thought that is what I said, you have to know the person for the job.  That means you have to know the job and the person.  While typing this I also recieved a reply from the guy and it said thank you.  I just don't know.  I know this much I will never talk down to some one.  Or waste their time like I seemingly wasted this guys.  I would like to one day own something like that place.  But I would probably be the guy hanging at the bar with some friends or out mowing the yard.  I guess I am just to low brow for some high class places.  Gee what a great feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song of the Day: Slipknot "Surfacing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thought O' Day:  I need a hug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-113997136532159036?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/113997136532159036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/113997136532159036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113997136532159036' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-113989386763542562</id><published>2006-02-13T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T21:11:07.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Creapy old guy again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Damn you low cut shirts and open buttons.  Damn you damn you damn you.  OK so I looked once, but still damnit.  If it weren't for the fact I like her as much as I do amd respect as much as well... Yeah I would have been staring.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gave her a single yellow rose.  She thanked me and hugged me twice.  It felt nice to have some one hug me.  Said she just had the worst weekend of her life, she had money and a digital camera stolen from her and she had a fight with her boy.  Yeah that part stings, but ya know what if I am able to just make a few people happy once a day I feel better for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song of the Day: Institute "Bullet Proof Skin"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thought O' Day: What would I ever do if I were actually seeing some one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-113989386763542562?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/113989386763542562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/113989386763542562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113989386763542562' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-113980313294390015</id><published>2006-02-12T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T19:58:52.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gob has a puppet!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why does no one watch Arrested Development?  The show is absolutly hilarious.  The inside jokes, the outright jokes, just the plain funny stuff.  The bashing of W is even better.  And Justine Bateman ohh damn she is really really hot.  Yummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-113980313294390015?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/113980313294390015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/113980313294390015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113980313294390015' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-113979157955250058</id><published>2006-02-12T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T16:46:19.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Creapy Old Guy Alert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was in walmart tonight and saw this incredibly good looking young lady.  Looked it she had natural blond hair dyed black, and she had this just out of highschool still an athlete body.  Damn that was nice.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Work was freaking crazy friday and saturday nights.  Lots of people coming out to eat.  Its weird shit man.  Ran out of alot of stuff last night and just kept going.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Got home and the house temp is set at 80 degrees.  Fuck its hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Also my grandfather said that if I am going to home as late as I have been to call.  I told him I am not calling after 11pm because those phone calls worry the hell out of you.  He doesn't understand I work late and just stay there.  I have had two drinks in the last week.  Yet he thinks I am out drinking till sun up.  I work in a bar yes, but I am not drinking at said bar.  Some times I wish he would just up and freaking die.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song of the Day:  Slipknot "Nameless"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thought O' Day:  Shouldn't should I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-113979157955250058?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/113979157955250058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/113979157955250058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113979157955250058' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-113964586005835283</id><published>2006-02-11T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T00:17:40.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Valentines Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where as I would usually rip in to this farce of a holiday I will not. Nope I actually kind of like it. Why? Victoria's Secrets commercials. Damn damn damn damn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7545/348/1600/gb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7545/348/1600/gb.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7545/348/320/gb.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And because of these... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THESE ARE ENTRIES TO A WASHINGTON POST COMPETITION ASKING FOR A RHYME WITH THE MOST ROMANTIC FIRST LINE BUT ... THE LEAST ROMANTIC SECOND LINE: Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss But I only slept with you, because I was pissed. I thought that I could love no other Until, that is, I met your brother. Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you. But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty and so is your head. Of loving beauty you float with grace If only you could hide your face. Kind, intelligent, loving and hot This describes everything you are not. I want to feel your sweet embrace But don't take that paper bag off of your face. I love your smile, your face, and your eyes Damn, I'm good at telling lies! My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife: Marrying you screwed up my life. I see your face when I am dreaming. That's why I always wake up screaming. My love, you take my breath away. What have you stepped in to smell this way? My feelings for you no words can tell Except for maybe "Go To Hell". What inspired this amorous rhyme? Two parts vodka, one part lime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-113964586005835283?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/113964586005835283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/113964586005835283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113964586005835283' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-113937167148564279</id><published>2006-02-07T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T20:07:51.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;menu is done.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My special occasion menu is done.  I used a really cool jack o'lantern as the water mark.  I Tree House of Horror'd the menu.  I think its really cool.  The back has the history of the jack o'lantern and halloween.  I also just laminated it so that really adds to it.  I also burned the edges to give it a cool kind of look.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just slept a few hours with the TV watching me, and now I am going back to bed.  I need to set the interview up for ERR&amp;S and I am thinking next Tuesday at 2pm.  That would give me plenty of time to get cleaned up and get down there.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Also last night at darts I watched the batchleor with a really nice and good looking girl.  Yes at darts in a bar I was watching The Batchleor from Paris.  I am really starting to understand her.  The batchleor looks a little like Lloyd from that tv show Wings.  She thinks he is really good looking, and she is rooting for the school teacher.  She is trying to become a teacher herself.  I think she is really nice but out of my league, of course if they are breathing I think they are out of my league.  I am just not good looking or in shape enough.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am nervous and apprhensive our 1st luncheon is Wednesday and I have never served a single person in my life.  at least its a clown theme.  I just wish I had a puppet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Song of the Day: Danko Jones "Forget my Name"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thought O' Day: should I just leave it a good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-113937167148564279?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/113937167148564279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/113937167148564279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113937167148564279' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-113912550828652612</id><published>2006-02-04T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T23:45:08.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Really weird Tarot reading&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love: The Pope&lt;br /&gt;Touchstone: The Lovers&lt;br /&gt;Career: The Wheel of Fortune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;In your love life, you don’t know where to turn to for help, in order to get your equanimity back, dear chad ! You’re suspicious and undecided, and you prefer to hide behind reserve and indifference as soon as you enter the minefield called “feelings.” It is best to beware of the alliance between the Lovers and the Pope, since this attitude is certainly not going to help you restore a climate of confidence.  In your working life, you’re in a tricky position. Under the influence of the Wheel of Fortune, you feel dynamic and ready to seize every opportunity that presents itself. But your work environment is under the influence of the Lovers, who cast doubt over every new endeavor. In the absence of any real support, you’d do better to act alone to move forward, avoiding contact with people who might sow doubt over your course of action. Vous souhaitez recevoir tirage tous les jours dans votre boîte aux lettres électronique ? &lt;br /&gt;--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know they are to be as vague as possible but that sound damn close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-113912550828652612?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/113912550828652612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/113912550828652612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113912550828652612' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-113898959290032383</id><published>2006-02-03T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T09:59:52.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ERR&amp;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They called back and if I understood the message correctly are going to offer me the internship.  Galena here I come.  I hope this a paid internship.  40 hours a week once school is over.  Work weekends before that.  Now I just have to tell Greg.  I really like The Ticket but I learn a whole lot more at ERR&amp;S.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ohh yeah and I am kind of weirded out by the fact they are offering something to me.  Never been offered something before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-113898959290032383?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/113898959290032383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/113898959290032383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113898959290032383' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-113876504948176696</id><published>2006-01-31T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T19:37:29.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hinder "You Deserve Better"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think you can do much better than me After all the lies I made you believe Guilt kicks in and I start to see The edge of the bed Where your nightgown used to be I told myself I wouldn't miss you But I remembered What it feels like beside you I really miss your hair in my face And the way your innocence tastes And I think you should know this You deserve much better than me While looking through your old box of notes I found those pictures i took That you were looking for If there's one memory I don't want to lose That time at the mall You and me in the dressing room I told myself I won't miss you But I remembered What it feels like beside you I really miss your hair in my face And the way your innocence tastes And I think you should know this You deserve much better than me The bed I'm lying in is getting colder Wish I never would've said it's over And I can't pretend that I won't think about you when I'm older Cause we never really had our closure This can't be the end I really miss your hair in my face And the way your innocence tastes And I think you should know this You deserve much better than me I really miss your hair in my face And the way your innocence tastes And I think you should know this You deserve much better than me (And I think you should know this) (You deserve much better than me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I posted those lyrics cause I really like the song.  I bought the CD the other day.  Still looking to get Silertide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate stupid drivers.  Got behind this asshole with a lisence plate MRCUB1 tonight.  Bastard was driving only 45 for a long time so when I got the chance to pass him I did.  Then the fucker has the balls to keep his fucking high beams on.  Asshole is in a red SUV that sits high.  I am in pontiac that sits low.  Fucker.  He lives in Belmont cause I see his car MRCUB2 and his SUV at The Sports Page a lot.  I hate those bastards.  He would dim his lights for on coming cars but not the one in front of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Groundhog Day is coming up.  WOO repeating day!!!!  Go Bill Murray!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Want to ask some out but can't muster the courage, also ERR7S called hoping to get an interview from them before long.  Please Lord let this work out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-113876504948176696?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/113876504948176696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/113876504948176696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113876504948176696' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6461987.post-113873541198870519</id><published>2006-01-31T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T11:23:32.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FREAKING YES!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cadbury eggs are out!!!!  Sweet Jesus yes!!!  I love those things filled with a mystery cream like substance.  Drank an energy drink on the way home.  Ever have that feeling of being disconnected but at the same time being plugged in to everything.  Wicked wired man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Myspace link is here.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/tfguy"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/tfguy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bakeshop at school today.  Made banana bread, buttermilk biscuts, and these puff thingies.  I made a strawberry vanilla whipped cream to stuff them with.  Seemed to go over very well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Songs of the Day: Metallica "Until it sleeps" and Seether Featuring Amy Lee "Broken"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thought O' Day: What happened to Evanecence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6461987-113873541198870519?l=hammshenneman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/113873541198870519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6461987/posts/default/113873541198870519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hammshenneman.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113873541198870519' title=''/><author><name>Hamms</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15432706127824093233</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://thumbnails.match.com/thumbnails/83/14/9668314D.jpeg'/></author></entry></feed>
