How it began... Backstory

I think that everyone was devastated by the events of 9/11/2001, and my life around the same time experienced the same kind of losses. My parents seeing that I was a little depressed around Christmas saw the need to get a puppy. They figured "this will cheer up my son...", but little did they know my life was just a mess. My displeasure from Christmas was due to my cousin passing away years earlier, and I never really recovered, the personal losses of having friends and lovers back stabbing me, and now since the end of March 2009 having the stress of not having a job and seeing my savings slowly dwindle away day by day, with no access to my pension which is held hostage by Morristown Memorial Hospital, I have lodged a complaint with Federal Government department of Labor to try to resolve this issue.
The reason for opening a web site in the middle of bad times, is because you have to face reality and fight for every cent you have and wrestle with the reality that no one will do it for you. It sounds like a daunting task, but then again I have done the impossible. My commitment to you my future customers is to wrestle for the best prices, while still making an honest living, rewarding good customers with gift cards to a sister site; minimizing risk and expenditure for both you and me, and introducing other products and ideas that I have found along the way.
This is a drastic change from the solely profit model, I'm just happy living day by day and if it warrants a change of life, then let it happen, but now it will be on my terms. The reason why my pen name Ozmodius; a name chosen by my dog and spoken only half a dozen times in the since 2001; eveyone may wonder by now how the name came into being, it was really by accident. When Ricky was a pup, one night he had trouble sleeping and just kept crying, I guess he was scared by the thunder and lightning. In a have dazed state I had walked from bed, went to Ricky's bed and picked him up, tried to woo him back to sleep, but to no avail every time I put him down he just would start whimpering again. On one occasion he sneezed, but being in a half daze state, I swore he said "OzModius", but it just couldn't be; being that Manson was the last person who said the dog talked to him.
The next day I went to work, eight hours back to my parents place, started to work again and then Ricky came by my side, he nuzzled me to pick him up and so I complied; I thought I had forgotten to take him for his routine of an evening walk, but then I noticed his toys in a new position and his leash no where to be found except the kitchen, a likely place since I was the one who walked him. I sat down on the computer chair and he sneezed again, "OzModius" and then it made sense, he had given me a name like many animals give their parents names. My name for Ricky was "OzModius...", looking back on it I do remember watching the wizard of Oz and working a lot on the internet, I had done lots of programming for hospitals and no one knew how obsessed I was about the integrity of the data. I had been the person, according to my dog, the man behind the curtain, in a virtual world, that no one would know, but had touch the lives of everyone who had visited hospitals in Connecticut and in New Jersey. Well that was just the beginning...