<?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-2540869686489904711</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:58:09.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Apart</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadninja83.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540869686489904711/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadninja83.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the_ninja_style</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15249538346550458188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540869686489904711.post-5115109003817939205</id><published>2007-04-27T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T11:41:15.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am starting to tire of this job. I had 4 days off, could have taken another two without complaint. &lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I like the people, but the people are disappearing. One went into labor, OK can't control that. Another quit. So now during our down time I don't really have anyone to talk to and I think that's why I'm getting bored.&lt;br /&gt;There is only so much internet I can surf in a day.&lt;br /&gt;Also, now that my cubical partner is gone, I'm kind of worried about another person who feels the need to talk to me nonstop during the weekends. He's been getting closer and closer to me, really invading my personal space and now he's probably going to think "OMG we have the whole cubical to ourselves!" &lt;br /&gt;I want a lap top so I can bring it to work and play the Sims on it during the weeked. The time is bound to go by faster that way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2540869686489904711-5115109003817939205?l=roadninja83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadninja83.blogspot.com/feeds/5115109003817939205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2540869686489904711&amp;postID=5115109003817939205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540869686489904711/posts/default/5115109003817939205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540869686489904711/posts/default/5115109003817939205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadninja83.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-starting-to-tire-of-this-job.html' title=''/><author><name>the_ninja_style</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15249538346550458188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540869686489904711.post-4785428641961125940</id><published>2007-04-25T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T10:05:08.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A recap of my 3 days in Texas:&lt;br /&gt;- Most everyone annoyed me&lt;br /&gt;- Hunter continues not to understand why we had to fly to Chicago in order to get to Dallas. The serious lack of logic pains his little brain. I find this cute as hell.&lt;br /&gt;- Skipped out on a turkey dinner to watch Law and Order. Yes folks, I am that lame.&lt;br /&gt;- Family annoyed me&lt;br /&gt;- Flight was delayed due to rain in midwest but I'm back bitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Toby didn't burn down the apartment, but damn close. His car got towed. The apartment smells like sausage and beer. &lt;br /&gt;Also: It's called a dish washer hunny, and it ain't me. Learn how to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2540869686489904711-4785428641961125940?l=roadninja83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadninja83.blogspot.com/feeds/4785428641961125940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2540869686489904711&amp;postID=4785428641961125940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540869686489904711/posts/default/4785428641961125940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540869686489904711/posts/default/4785428641961125940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadninja83.blogspot.com/2007/04/recap-of-my-3-days-in-texas-most.html' title=''/><author><name>the_ninja_style</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15249538346550458188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540869686489904711.post-3168444765927650397</id><published>2007-04-23T06:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T06:33:50.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday at 4pm my grandfather died of a stroke. It was his 2nd stroke in a year and though everyone knew his time was limited, it is still a huge loss for my family.&lt;br /&gt;Always funny, always in a good mood, no matter what he was going through he managed to make you laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2540869686489904711-3168444765927650397?l=roadninja83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadninja83.blogspot.com/feeds/3168444765927650397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2540869686489904711&amp;postID=3168444765927650397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540869686489904711/posts/default/3168444765927650397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540869686489904711/posts/default/3168444765927650397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadninja83.blogspot.com/2007/04/yesterday-at-4pm-my-grandfather-died-of.html' title=''/><author><name>the_ninja_style</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15249538346550458188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540869686489904711.post-3102428471724575585</id><published>2007-04-22T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T11:38:17.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear a certain wrestler;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that night I had to sit next to you at Denny's and Kurt was mad because "He didn't get paid to babysit."?&lt;br /&gt;Remember that time you broke your thumb in your NY City hotel room because you refused to let my friend Arie help you with your flight schedule?&lt;br /&gt;Remember how EVERY FUCKING YEAR YOU GET KICKED OUT OF THE UK??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your father to tell you to knock that shit off? SMH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2540869686489904711-3102428471724575585?l=roadninja83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadninja83.blogspot.com/feeds/3102428471724575585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2540869686489904711&amp;postID=3102428471724575585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540869686489904711/posts/default/3102428471724575585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540869686489904711/posts/default/3102428471724575585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadninja83.blogspot.com/2007/04/dear-certain-wrestler-remember-that.html' title=''/><author><name>the_ninja_style</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15249538346550458188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540869686489904711.post-2863302969449534632</id><published>2007-04-21T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T07:03:15.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear My Stomach:&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what the hell you are doing but if you could, you know, stop, that would be great.&lt;br /&gt;The power of Tums and Peptobismo could not stop you and let me tell you that is one hell of a powerful team to defeat. &lt;br /&gt;You kept me awake all night grumbling, only to stop and making me think it was safe to sleep. Oh but how wrong I was...&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, please stop. I'd like to nap some time to day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2540869686489904711-2863302969449534632?l=roadninja83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadninja83.blogspot.com/feeds/2863302969449534632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2540869686489904711&amp;postID=2863302969449534632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540869686489904711/posts/default/2863302969449534632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540869686489904711/posts/default/2863302969449534632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadninja83.blogspot.com/2007/04/dear-my-stomach-i-have-no-idea-what.html' title=''/><author><name>the_ninja_style</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15249538346550458188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540869686489904711.post-2671830142566096288</id><published>2007-04-19T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T09:23:23.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Over on the Walmart Live Journal, an assistant manager became angry because someone posted a comic strip that said "False Hope Only." They went on a rant about how people shouldn't have to hear good job and should be expected to do whatever is asked of them without management thanking them.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Right.&lt;br /&gt;As someone else pointed out, "And that is why Walmart looses so many associates."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2540869686489904711-2671830142566096288?l=roadninja83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadninja83.blogspot.com/feeds/2671830142566096288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2540869686489904711&amp;postID=2671830142566096288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540869686489904711/posts/default/2671830142566096288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540869686489904711/posts/default/2671830142566096288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadninja83.blogspot.com/2007/04/over-on-walmart-live-journal-assistant.html' title=''/><author><name>the_ninja_style</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15249538346550458188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540869686489904711.post-6260257707730930961</id><published>2007-04-18T05:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T05:47:15.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spring Cleaning Days has arrived!! On Wednesday April 18th and Thursday April 19th, I will go to battle against germs, dust, and clutter! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more pine scented air fresheners, out of my way hand stitched snow men towels! Oh and you bath tub? OOOOH you better run cause I've got Comet and Sponge just waiting to kick your grimy ass!&lt;br /&gt;They've been training all Winter long, just waiting to regain their tag team titles and you better believe they are coming for you, Bathtub!&lt;br /&gt;Don't you laugh at me Stove! You think 401 and Brilo Pad forgot about you? You better think again! You'll meet them in a handicap match! Whose laughin' now caked on burnt food?&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU! *points at closet* That's right, I'm talking to you! You've been running around stealing clothes, shoes, and god knows what else you've been hiding but I'm going to find out! Bring it huh? Oh I'm gonna bring it like it's never been brought, buddy!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Arms self with cleaning supplies* Are you all ready?!? Well then lets kick some germ ASS!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2540869686489904711-6260257707730930961?l=roadninja83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadninja83.blogspot.com/feeds/6260257707730930961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2540869686489904711&amp;postID=6260257707730930961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540869686489904711/posts/default/6260257707730930961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540869686489904711/posts/default/6260257707730930961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadninja83.blogspot.com/2007/04/today-is-spring-cleaning-lifts-fists.html' title=''/><author><name>the_ninja_style</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15249538346550458188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540869686489904711.post-5680970406306516355</id><published>2007-04-17T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T13:51:09.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Tech:&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to tell you why I hung up on your redneck ass.&lt;br /&gt;1) You made fun of my name. It's not that unusal of a name, seriously. I mean you are from the South, as am I. TONS of women down there share my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) You asked me for my last name. There is no way in hell I would ever give that out. Not to mention, if you think my name is so "stupid" and "weird." you should automatically assume that there is only one of me in this call center and not need my last name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) YOU BELCHED IN MY FUCKING EAR WITHOUT SAYING EXCUSE ME. People belching on the phone is down right gross, but sometimes it just slips out without warning and I will forgive you if you say "I am so sorry!" or something along those lines. You, however continued making fun of my name without even so much as a pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I hung up on you, I watched our queue and noticed THREE other Tier 2 reps hung up on you as well. Here's a hint: If you want our help, learn some damn manners.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2540869686489904711-5680970406306516355?l=roadninja83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadninja83.blogspot.com/feeds/5680970406306516355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2540869686489904711&amp;postID=5680970406306516355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540869686489904711/posts/default/5680970406306516355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540869686489904711/posts/default/5680970406306516355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadninja83.blogspot.com/2007/04/dear-tech-allow-me-to-tell-you-why-i.html' title=''/><author><name>the_ninja_style</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15249538346550458188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540869686489904711.post-3473532109478738834</id><published>2007-04-16T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T19:05:31.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was simply a day from hell. Fighting a migraine, all the techs that we could not help on Friday/Saturday we had to help today.&lt;br /&gt;90% of those techs were from MO. One has to wonder just what the hell kind of training we have for our techs there. I am convinced they tell the techs, "We don't provision, only Tier 2 does." because that is all I did today. Provision, provision, provision.&lt;br /&gt;Now granted, I would normally rather provision than answer things like "I'm not pulling an IP and I've done EVERYTHING, what do I do now?" but migraine + flashing numbers on screen = me wanting to shoot myself.&lt;br /&gt;Also, lady who swore to god we gave you an IP: Fuck you. I am a trained professional. THIS is my god damn job. Do not try to outsmart me. You are not a business, and we do not give residents a static IP. You wanna keep putting numbers in your local area connection, you go right ahead. But when I tell you it's the reason yo shit don't work, it's the reason yo shit don't work!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also had this conversation today:&lt;br /&gt;Woman: My cable TV doesn't work!&lt;br /&gt;Me: OK well you have reached the tech line, if you'd hold please I will get you over to our cable TV department.&lt;br /&gt;Woman: You just don't want to help me!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ma'am, I'll be honest with you. I am lazy and I am very tired. I would rather help you than explain to you that I am the wrong department, and now argue with you about if I can or can not help you. &lt;br /&gt;Woman: Oh... I guess I'll hold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2540869686489904711-3473532109478738834?l=roadninja83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadninja83.blogspot.com/feeds/3473532109478738834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2540869686489904711&amp;postID=3473532109478738834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540869686489904711/posts/default/3473532109478738834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540869686489904711/posts/default/3473532109478738834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadninja83.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-survival-training-you-are-taught.html' title=''/><author><name>the_ninja_style</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15249538346550458188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540869686489904711.post-4430401399979393381</id><published>2007-04-15T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T12:03:03.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is the first day in a very long time that I feel like screaming "I want my mommy!" &lt;br /&gt;I want to talk to her, to tell her the possible news, but I also want to be sure of this news.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I spent thinking "OH god, we need a two bedroom apartment." &lt;br /&gt;"What school district is close/good?" &lt;br /&gt;"Where the hell am I going to find a baby sitter?" &lt;br /&gt;"We can't afford THIS."&lt;br /&gt;And then:&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want this and I've gone out of my way to prevent this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my mom is going to ask me what I am going to do, and the simple answer is that I don't know. I don't have the slightest idea of what I am going to do.&lt;br /&gt;All of the flaws Toby and I share between us started to stick out in my mind, and the fact that we will never agree on parenting.&lt;br /&gt;I studied child behavor and he has real life experience. Kids relate to me more because I'm still practically a kid myself. Toby likes to think he's a big kid, but he's an old big kid with a mentality equal to his age.&lt;br /&gt;I look at how much his son hates him and how he ran away from his wife and child and think "This could happen again."&lt;br /&gt;I think about how he flat out told me that if I gain a large amount of weight that he would leave me. I think about how unsure of our relationship I am, and how I often feel that he's more trapped by his situation instead of willingly in it and I wonder, "Could I do this on my own?"&lt;br /&gt;What is "This" even??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2540869686489904711-4430401399979393381?l=roadninja83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadninja83.blogspot.com/feeds/4430401399979393381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2540869686489904711&amp;postID=4430401399979393381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540869686489904711/posts/default/4430401399979393381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540869686489904711/posts/default/4430401399979393381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadninja83.blogspot.com/2007/04/today-is-first-day-in-very-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>the_ninja_style</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15249538346550458188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540869686489904711.post-1765456445477301618</id><published>2007-04-13T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T10:45:08.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holy money hell!&lt;br /&gt;"With (Michael) Jordan having earned much of his wealth during his marriage, most of it through endorsement deals, Vanoy (who filed for divorce last year) stands to collect more than $150 million." - Yahoo! -&lt;br /&gt;DAYUM where can I get me a man worth 300 MILLION dollars?? *Does the Doctor Evil pinky thing*&lt;br /&gt;Now I know divorce is hard, and heart breaking, but I am sure a few million will ease the pain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2540869686489904711-1765456445477301618?l=roadninja83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadninja83.blogspot.com/feeds/1765456445477301618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2540869686489904711&amp;postID=1765456445477301618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540869686489904711/posts/default/1765456445477301618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540869686489904711/posts/default/1765456445477301618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadninja83.blogspot.com/2007/04/holy-money-hell-with-michael-jordan.html' title=''/><author><name>the_ninja_style</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15249538346550458188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540869686489904711.post-7155479368220798019</id><published>2007-04-13T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T07:51:37.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Micky D's:&lt;br /&gt;Due to peer pressure and the fact that I am rather tired of your menu, I tried a McGriddle today. My only thoughts on this sandwich is: WTF?!? WHO THE HELL EATS THESE?&lt;br /&gt;Your pancakes are borderline IHOP good. Your eggs and bacon, also good. BUT THERE IS NO NEED TO SHOVE THEM ALL INTO ONE!! I mean seriously, who out there is that damn busy to need this combo as a sandwich?!&lt;br /&gt;Now I've been busy. I've been "gotta get there, ain't no stoppin' except for a drive through." busy and I STILL see no need for this combination. :-X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news: Take this with a grain of "It's my Monday, so fuck the world" salt.&lt;br /&gt;Why in the blue hell do we feel the need to track EVERY call made in this call center? "Why did that tech call you?" Uh because he needed help and that's like you know my job and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;"Why did you call the CRC?" Because I'm an idiot when it comes to phone trouble and I need them. You no take them from me, they are mine! *cuddles them... the smart ones anyway*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2540869686489904711-7155479368220798019?l=roadninja83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadninja83.blogspot.com/feeds/7155479368220798019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2540869686489904711&amp;postID=7155479368220798019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540869686489904711/posts/default/7155479368220798019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540869686489904711/posts/default/7155479368220798019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadninja83.blogspot.com/2007/04/dear-micky-ds-due-to-peer-pressure-and.html' title=''/><author><name>the_ninja_style</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15249538346550458188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540869686489904711.post-8706123521907233192</id><published>2007-04-12T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T15:31:09.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because I own this shirt, and I know a lot of people will be jealous... &lt;br /&gt;Here is a random picture from my web cam today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img117.imageshack.us/my.php?image=picture8uz3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img117.imageshack.us/img117/1132/picture8uz3.th.jpg" border="0" alt="Free Image Hosting at www.ImageShack.us" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Make with the clicky to make it bigger!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2540869686489904711-8706123521907233192?l=roadninja83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadninja83.blogspot.com/feeds/8706123521907233192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2540869686489904711&amp;postID=8706123521907233192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540869686489904711/posts/default/8706123521907233192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540869686489904711/posts/default/8706123521907233192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadninja83.blogspot.com/2007/04/because-i-own-this-shirt-and-i-know-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>the_ninja_style</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15249538346550458188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540869686489904711.post-880460181301611901</id><published>2007-04-12T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T09:33:16.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear neighbor upstairs;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that when you work 3rd shift and it's your night off, you would like to do things normal people do during the day. I understand this more than most because I too use to work 3rd shift.&lt;br /&gt;However, there is simply no need to vacuum your bedroom for an hour, at 3:30 in the morning. Believe it or not, I did not enjoy the muffled groaning sound of said vacuum while I was trying to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;Now this might seem some what hypocritical of me based on my last post about neighbors blushing, but I swear to you, if my old man manages to wake up at 3am and not to go to the bathroom, we'd be quiet. Anything we do is done by 11pm cause... well again he's old...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2540869686489904711-880460181301611901?l=roadninja83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadninja83.blogspot.com/feeds/880460181301611901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2540869686489904711&amp;postID=880460181301611901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540869686489904711/posts/default/880460181301611901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540869686489904711/posts/default/880460181301611901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadninja83.blogspot.com/2007/04/dear-neighbor-upstairs-i-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>the_ninja_style</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15249538346550458188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540869686489904711.post-9034845991446215229</id><published>2007-04-10T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T15:26:23.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All right, this doesn't leave HERE. So for you peeps at work who read my blog (and I know who all 3 of you are *evil glare) lets keep this on da low low huh? Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong for me to not give a fuck that I've been on a closed client chat with someone for almost 1 hr while we are in queue? I closed the window, he closed the window, but not a damn one of us hit disconnect.&lt;br /&gt;It COULD be considered a simple mistake since I'm surrounded by TAC and those mo fos aren't taking calls LOL&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's my Friday and I am lazy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2540869686489904711-9034845991446215229?l=roadninja83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadninja83.blogspot.com/feeds/9034845991446215229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2540869686489904711&amp;postID=9034845991446215229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540869686489904711/posts/default/9034845991446215229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540869686489904711/posts/default/9034845991446215229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadninja83.blogspot.com/2007/04/all-right-this-doesnt-leave-here.html' title=''/><author><name>the_ninja_style</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15249538346550458188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540869686489904711.post-8634854956178477112</id><published>2007-04-10T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T05:27:58.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know you've had a good night when:&lt;br /&gt;You see your neighbors in the hall and &lt;i&gt;they&lt;/i&gt; blush. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people give me crap for dating a 38 year old man, and I will admit there are times when I'm poking at him demanding he gather up some energy for &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt;. But, then there are those times where I patiently wait for 3-4 days and then *BAM* all kinds of years of experience goodness comes out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's enough of me talking about my sex life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Web's on Friday, and it was the awesome experience I thought it was. It is one of those bars that only the locals go (And I don't mean locals drive in from down town, I mean only living in this district locals.) and everyone is so friendly and ready to make friends with you.&lt;br /&gt;I had their prime rib sandwich, and if you go there it's a must!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I am going to help my parents pack up what's left to pack in their house. They are moving to their retirement home in just over a month. It's a beautiful house that sits on 24 acres of land and two lakes. It is the one actual material possession my father has after years of hard work.&lt;br /&gt;I am both amazed and proud of him for never giving up and going from barely providing for us to giving us anything we wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Someday, I'm going to use one of my degrees that he paid for LOL.&lt;br /&gt;It is kind of weird seeing the house I grew up in become empty as my parents are doing changes before they rent it out. Someone with about 3 kids, or planning on having a few will love the house, the in ground pool and the huge back yards with lots of trees perfect for climbing.&lt;br /&gt;To this day, I believe it is home to several spirits, and I have many people that will back me up on that. I am interested to see how many people can put up with the smell of smoke in the hall way when no one is smoking, the tapping on my old bedroom door only for no one to be there, and of course the two women talking about everything and everyone in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toby's school reunion out at some lake is coming up. This means mani/pedi for me and swim suit shopping. I hate swim suit shopping because I struggle to find something my big ol' boobs fit in. Women without boobs are probably thinking "Oh yeah, what a curse. Shattup" but since mine are all natural I can be annoyed by them. I have to go to Lane Bryant for my top, and then Old Navy for my bottoms. &lt;br /&gt;Because our malls suck, that means I have to drive to the ghetto mall for LB and then across town to the preppy mall (which I prefer since I live like 5 blocks away from it!) for Old Navy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is like the longest post I've had in a while... and I have more to talk about but will save it for another time.&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say: engagement ring is hizar and pictures will be coming up!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2540869686489904711-8634854956178477112?l=roadninja83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadninja83.blogspot.com/feeds/8634854956178477112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2540869686489904711&amp;postID=8634854956178477112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540869686489904711/posts/default/8634854956178477112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540869686489904711/posts/default/8634854956178477112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadninja83.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-know-youve-had-good-night-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>the_ninja_style</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15249538346550458188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540869686489904711.post-6113632830281764342</id><published>2007-04-07T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T11:44:59.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First of all:&lt;br /&gt;Dear Blogger,&lt;br /&gt;You've been out of Beta for like what 3 months? Your ads are getting annoying...&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;Sue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news:&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered if a person wakes up one day and goes "I'm going to be a bitch to everyone for the rest of my life!"? I work with a woman who I am convinced took that vow and has stuck to it.&lt;br /&gt;If we are having a good time, she yells that we're being too loud and that we need to be working. &lt;br /&gt;What if our work is done? I mean yeah it happens that sometimes we just *gasp* don't have anything to do. You're on the other side of the room so if you were minding your own business and working on YOUR work, you wouldn't be effected by us [/rant]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2540869686489904711-6113632830281764342?l=roadninja83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadninja83.blogspot.com/feeds/6113632830281764342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2540869686489904711&amp;postID=6113632830281764342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540869686489904711/posts/default/6113632830281764342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540869686489904711/posts/default/6113632830281764342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadninja83.blogspot.com/2007/04/first-of-all-dear-blogger-youve-been.html' title=''/><author><name>the_ninja_style</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15249538346550458188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540869686489904711.post-6494423403855314278</id><published>2007-04-06T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T08:02:36.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear self;&lt;br /&gt;Stop staring at your own blog layout, you have work to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2540869686489904711-6494423403855314278?l=roadninja83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadninja83.blogspot.com/feeds/6494423403855314278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2540869686489904711&amp;postID=6494423403855314278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540869686489904711/posts/default/6494423403855314278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540869686489904711/posts/default/6494423403855314278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadninja83.blogspot.com/2007/04/dear-self-stop-staring-at-your-own-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>the_ninja_style</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15249538346550458188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2540869686489904711.post-2643647345679525335</id><published>2007-04-05T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T13:04:34.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good god would someone please tell this cough that I don't want it any more.&lt;br /&gt;Mucinex turned it from a liquidy cough to a dry hacking cough. Yeah, way to go Mucinex!&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't think I have an lungs left I've been coughing so much.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't slept through the night because I wake up at 2am coughing like I'm dying. Thus, I also haven't slept in my own bed because I don't want to wake Toby up with said coughing. However, Saturday and Sunday I will because I'm tired of sleeping on the couch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other non-sick news, hopefully going to Web's on Friday to eat some uber good food!&lt;br /&gt;StepDown is suppose to be at SOP's but not playing. What kind of band just shows up at a bar and says "Yeah we're here, but we're not singing a damn thing!' &lt;br /&gt;I heard them last year at the fair, would like to hear them again but they don't play too much any more I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2540869686489904711-2643647345679525335?l=roadninja83.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://roadninja83.blogspot.com/feeds/2643647345679525335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2540869686489904711&amp;postID=2643647345679525335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540869686489904711/posts/default/2643647345679525335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2540869686489904711/posts/default/2643647345679525335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://roadninja83.blogspot.com/2007/04/good-god-would-someone-please-tell-this.html' title=''/><author><name>the_ninja_style</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15249538346550458188</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
