So I have been made a permanant employee with my company. Oficially, not yet, but soon. You see, they decided that I did my job better than my boss, and got rid of her. They shuffled her out to be an assistant to a guy that will do nothing but a lot of meetings. So I am in control of the house. Not much is really going to change, but I am going to be getting an actual office. I can not help but feel like Peter Gibbons in office space. They come in and ask my opinion, I tell them I don't really care, and they make me a management level employee. Go figure.

Celebrated Mrs. Ninjamunkey's birthday this weekend. We rebuilt the master closet, had fondue, and we got her an ipod for her truck, since she needs to keep her radio that is tied in to the Onstar service. By the way, Onstar, is freaking cool, just so you know...

According to a recent poll, the #1 song people would want to have played at their funeral is....Angels, by Robbie Williams. Huh? I so would want Mahna Mahna from the muppets. That would so rock. Cause for the rest of people's lives, they would hear it, it would stick in thier heads, and they would remember me.
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Ok gas prices are out of this world right now. Here in Texas, where everyone assumes crude oil flows in the streets, its aroudn 1.95 per gallon. My big ass truck, it will take close to 50 to fill it up. I love my truck, its safe, its...ok, maybe I should look into something small, like a FIAT.
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Springtime, which means outside work at the Casa. Planting flowers, cleaning up the yard, all that stuff. Only problem is I have a ton of inside stuff to do still. I just don't have time. I need a job that will allow me to stay home and watch TV, work on the house, and stuff like that.
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I am beginning to get more into reality TV. Survivor, Amazing Race, American Idol, the news. But I have to stop down every night for the Daily Show. 30 minutes of intelligent, funny, insightful review of the days news. Want a chuckle, check it out.
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more later hopefully

I am not a writer. I don't have the dedication to write everyday. I can have a million ideas, but they get bogged down with other ideas, like what music to find online (of course I pay for it...maybe)or things like that.

Lately, I have been toying with the idea of attempting to write a novel. I know what I like to read, and think I could do a fair job of it. I don't have delusions that anyone will ever read it, and I don't think I will get rich. Hell I don't even know at this point if anything I have ever written is witty enough to be considered a book.

However, I have had an interesting life. I have traveled around the country, Spent time in the military, tried college, had so many jobs that my resume looks like that of a gypsy. I mean there is the porn editing gig, manager of a bar and restaurant, call center manager, field technician, security officer, car salesman, and even sold radio time, or attempted to. So yes, I have a colorful past, and putting it down would not only help me remember what I have done, but maybe entertain others. So I will keep you posted here.

But then I have to wonder who reads my blog on a regular basis. So maybe this is more for me than anyone else.

I have this idea. Everyone that irritates me, pisses me off or bothers me more than a little, I am going to put them on a bus. When the bus reaches maximum capacity, I will push it off the nearest cliff. Of course I am in Texas, and cliffs are hard to come by, but the idea holds true. This is an ongoing theme at home, and I decided to put it down here today.

As the door opens, let's start with people that sing out loud to thier favorite songs. Not everyone, just the ones that do it loudly, and out of tune. Like my boss. She is tone deaf. And loud. She is now on the bus.

That kid on the pringles commercial, that is all smarmy cause she eats pringles, and makes fun of the people eating regular potato chips. Screw you kid, your on the bus.

tech support people that ask stupid questions. I get this alot, since I deal with most of the major computer manufacturers on a daily basis. Yes, dumbass, its plugged in and still not turning on. Back on the bus.

Anglo newscasters that insist on saying hispanic names with over exaggerated spanish. Also in the catagory are folks that like to toss in foreign words in the middle of an English conversation, to impress. Bus! Now!

Speaker phone people. you know who you are. If its not a conference call, and you have both hands free, but want to impress those around you by using a speaker phone, pick up the damn handset. I think you should sit on the front seat of my bus, so everyone can see you when they get on.

Models that are in sex phone commercials. Every sane person knows that sex phone operators weigh around 490, have 50 kids, and live in trailers. Or maybe, instead of the models, how bout the jerkoffs that think they are talking to the models when they spend 49 bucks a minute? Bus boys!

That is about all I have for now, but as they come up, I will point them out. Don't do anything stupid, and you will avoid my bus.

Mrs. Ninjamunkey decided that we needed to find a new car for her, and the rest of the family. Well ok, to be fair, I really pushed the issue since I noticed our present car (04 Grand Am) had dropped about 3k in value in the last month.

So we go out shopping. We went back to the dealer we bought it from in the first place, and found a vehicle that was pretty good, plain, but good. After going through the process of figuring out what we wanted, we realized that thier financial office was going to finance us as if we has the plague. Not only were the rates going to be high, but the payment would have been more than we wanted, and it was still a used car. No thank you.

So we went home, and after looking at the paper, I saw an ad for the perfect SUV. Of course history tells me that when a car is featured in an ad, it is the only one in the county at that price, and has been sold for 6 months, but I call anyway, and find it is still there. We go look, and its perfect. Then the dance begins.

If you have never dealt with a new car dealership, they ask what you want to pay, then come back with a number so much higher, you have to laugh. "Yes, I would love to pay 900 a month for the next 10 years, and give you 10,000 down. My trade, yes it is only worth 200 bucks" Does anyone ever look at these numbers and sign off?

So after the back and forth, me sticking to my guns, we get to where I wanted to be 2 hours earlier, and golly we got a new car!