Friday, December 29, 2006

Happy New Year...Let's Boogie!

OK So I skipped last week so I could get a million and 1 things done...and I got like...1 thing done. That’s sad.

However, I will be there doing my live show THIS Saturday. That’s right! It’s going to be, my New Years Eve EVE Show.

I promise I will play my usual cheesey stuff, take some requests, make a few dedications, and all of our usual craziness.

12-3pm <---Go there RIGHT NOW!

Be there or I will have Sleeping Beauty kick your butt! (She can you know)


Friday, December 22, 2006

HO HO HO, There Will Be No Show

OK Cats & Kittens I am sad to say I won't be doing a radio show tomorrow morning/afternoon as scheduled. The holiday madness, and my great ski pole injury have caused me to get way behind in all of my tasks. I will be back NEXT Saturday (12/30/06) bringing you my usual craziness & cookies. 

Have a fabulous Christmas. 

Tell someone how special they are to you today...

Saturday, December 16, 2006

Virtual Christmas Party

I am having a Virtual Christmas Party this Saturday and you are all invited!
A bunch of my friends have decided to have a virtual christmas party.
Where oh where is the best place to have a Party? KMRL of course!
Date: 12/16/06
Time: 12-3pm(or longer if we are all still having fun) EST.
I’ll be playing Lots of Christmas Music, so if you have a favorite let me know so I can get it before Saturday!
No Need to RSVP ...Just BE there!!!!!

Friday, December 15, 2006

I Feel Like a Shish Kabob..

Running with scissors, swinging ski poles, pointing a gun at someone...are all things that you should avoid to prevent accidental blood loss...
I'm just saying...
It's all fun and games until someone ends up with a hole in his or her leg...
Yesterday one of the movers from our sister office came in to help off-load a storage lot that was coming into our warehouse. There happened to be ski poles in this storage lot. He decided he was Babe Ruth, and started swinging them like a baseball bat.

I said, as I walked into the warehouse. "Someone is going to get hurt...knock it off."

Right then one of the ski poles flew out of his hand, and into my leg. It didn’t stick, and it didn't rip my jeans, but OH MY Gawd that hurt. I glared and walked back into the office, thinking I would go to my desk and wallow in pain in private. Then I looked down and noticed that I was not only leaving a trail of blood, but my jeans were sopping with it. (Insert panic here)

I ran into the bathroom and took off my pants. I looked down to find a 4-inch gash on my leg spewing blood. OK I hate blood; I hate the thought of losing blood out of my leg. So I sat there looking at the blood before I realized...Ewww...I have to make that stop. I'm lucky I didn't faint and bash my head open too. I grabbed the first aid kit out of the cabinet and played doctor. I tried to clean up my jeans, socks and boots...but I think all but the boots are a total loss. I spent the rest of the afternoon wincing in pain at my desk.

I'm now damaged goods, and will prolly never meet "Mr. Right" and live happily ever after...and it's all Kyle's fault. I got home and cleaned up the wound some more and changed the bandage. Looking at it, I probably should have had stitches, but now instead I will have a great big scar from "The Great Ski Pole Incident Of '06".
Just another typical day for me...

Thursday, December 14, 2006

Is It Me?...

Or do I have this giant magnet on me that attracts insane people?Seriously.

It's 4:50pm. I am just wrapping things up here at the office and I am just about to walk out the door. The phone rings. I shouldn't have answered it, but I did. It was "Nutjob storage lady". She had called the day before around 5:00 and I had already left so there was voice mail waiting for me when I got in yesterday. She needed to speak to me about the weight of her shipment, the cubic feet of her shipment, and about getting a copy of her inventories. When she called me yesterday, she started off, fairly normal. I asked how she was and asked what I could do for her.She started by telling me that she had been in litigation about something or another for the last 35 years. (There's a shock---and why do *I* care?) She asked if I had gotten her voice mail message. I explained that I did, and I would be happy to forward her a copy of the inventories of her belongings. I then explained that her shipment was never weighed, as that is not standard procedure to come into storage, and that is why I couldn't give her this information. When she demanded that it be weighed. I explained to her that we would NOT be doing that. We COULD do that, but then we would have to charge her for labor etc to take everything out of her storage, load it onto a truck, and take it to a weigh station. Year right...not gonna happen.

She flipped out. 

She said she need the information in order to determine if she wanted to take out more insurance on her shipment. Well...that has nothing to do with the coverage of her goods, and I explained that to her....or rather tried...but she talked over the top of me so she didn't hear me. Of course that is probably the one thing that will piss me off quicker then anything. I am explaining your contract...don't be a know it all, and cut me no no...don't EVER talk over the top of me. That makes me want to kill you. 

I take a deep breath, and remember *I* am the pro at this. I can do this...just be nice, and calm, and empathetic. Ok so I tried that...she shouted at me, she said nasty things about my ability to work here. SHE is the onw who is reading thins wrong. I know this, it's NOT me. I still lost it. I said "You know what Mrs. XXXXXX? I am going to refer you to my boss, who is also the owner of the company, as you don't seem to want to deal with me." That usually gets rid of their attitude, but OH no...when you are insane, it works just the opposite...silly me. How could I not know this? So...she then says "No! You won't refer me to anyone, I am dealing with you. I will call you back in a few days, and hopefully by then you will have someone explain the contract to you, that you clearly don't understand. I won't deal with anyone else, and I don't want to hear it, I am terminating this phone call" I tried to calm her down and explain to her that she needed to tell me what form she was looking at so maybe I could assist her better, as she was claiming that she was reading something on the contract that does NOT exsist... she said "I don't have time for this, and I am standing on a public phone in the rain" I said "Mrs. XXXXX, you just told me you needed a copy of your contract sent to you, if you don't HAVE a copy then how can you tell me you read it?" She spouted something about I am a fool and need to learn how to run a business, and said again that she was terminating this phone call and how I had better be prepared the next time she called me. 

I hung up on her.

I told my boss what had happened, when he called this morning. He said he would give her 30 days to get her things out of storage, and I wouldn't have to deal with her anymore. He would handle it. I have been in some form of conflict reslolution, Customer service, quality assurance, or retention position all of my life. It's what I am trained to do, it's what I am good at. I don't feel bad that I couldn't keep this woman happy, and retain her business. In fact I probably did my employer a favor. He will thank me...I just know it.

Friday, December 8, 2006

People Are Stupid...

I mean not ALL people...but a lot ok?

Yesterday (read: all freaking week) was a nightmare at work. Now I know I complain about "Idiot Moving & Storage" a lot, but I LOVE my job. I LOVE answering the phones. I LOVE being able to educate people on the best way to either move across the country, across the world, or across town. I love it when at the end of their move they take the time to send me a thank-you card and let me know *I* made a difference in their craptacular move, because moving IS stressful. I love the fact that I have enough free time during the day to e-mail friends, and chat on the phone with my mom about her Pond a la "little shop of horrors". It's nice to have a job that I actually want to get out of bed for, and sometimes actually look forward to going to. That's the way all jobs should be. Yesterday, I should have stayed in bed. Seriously...

We had a local move booked through our sister office in San Luis Obispo. The boss’s son (complete waste of space) had taken the call and booked the move over the phone. All I had to do was type the paperwork and send "The Goof Troop" on their merry little way. The night before the move the boss called and said The Goof Troop would be helping a road driver with a "tiny little thing" BEFORE my local. OK so stilllll no problem. I was going to call the shipper and let her know. The boss said have the guys do it in the morning when they know they are going to be there. OK...Bad plan...but OK. So The Goof Troop comes in and I TELL them, TWICE that they need to call their shipper as soon as they get to Job #1 and advise of a time when they will be at her house. Yeah ok...what WAS I thinking? Really...Pick up a phone, and dial those big scary numbers? OMG no...To actually do that would require my crew to actually have half a freakin brain of which they do not have. So on the way out the door to job #1 the crew is so busy grabbing each other's asses...or whatever it is that they do that makes information slide out of their heads...that they didn't call the shipper. So now, we will call her is angry. (Well...come to find out she had been angry for the past 4 days at pretty much everyone so it's not all together our she will be called bitch.) She calls the SLO office. They tell her we will be right out there, and we CAN start without her being there. WRONG, NO, NOT going to happen. I call my crew and tell them NOT to enter the residence or start until she gets there, as this is a liability, one I am not going to get my butt in a ringer over. One of the guys tells me there are open topped boxes everywhere, some things not packed, and the house is filthy dirty inside and out from what they can see in the windows. Now the shipper finally arrives back at her residence, and to be fair my crew was screwing around playing basketball in her driveway. (Yes I know...they are asshats) of course she is going to be angry; However she made the fatal mistake. She called me, and started shouting at me. I don't care how freaking angry you are at my company, and my crew...don't ever shout at me, as it makes me all mean and then I am less likely to be nice to you, and then I will blog about your filthy, unprepared ass behind your back and send all kind of porn to your new address in your husband's name....Maybe. Maybe not. So I explain to her what liability means (idiot) and explain how yes I know the crew was wrong, and yes they will be punished for it (most likely not) and we are very sorry. Now she is somewhat happier, but now starts spouting off how The Goof Troop is going to damage her furniture on purpose. OK my guys are stupid, and some times slow, and maybe even drop something on accident...but ya know what? NO, they are NOT going to throw your crap on to the truck and break it on purpose. They aren't THAT bad. I know these guys. I have spent more time with these guys over the past 2.5 years than I have any of my I KNOW them. Move on lady or I am going to call my crew in and let you move your own filth. We finally come to an agreement that my crew is dumb, but she will let them continue. (What a gal eh?) Hours pass and my boss, who is out of town, calls me and asks if I had killed the goof troop yet. I explained everything was ok and he thanked me for doing a great job. So...I am happy and I am content, and my day is almost over.
Not So Much...

I get a fax from one of my customer's who is in our storage facility. Let's call her Nut job. Nut job came to us when another moving company in the area closed down. We ended up taking over her storage. I sent her a new storage contract, explained her rates would not change, and invoiced her for the month of September. She called me one day when I was home from work sick. She left me five... (Who leaves five messages?) messages on my voice mail. She said that she didn't like the date that was on the invoice, and she expected us to send her a receipt every month. I drafted a letter off to her explaining that I do not send additional receipts. I can send a statement of payments with each invoice, if that would help. She called me a few days later and explained that she could not use her phone very much because she was sure it was being tapped. She also said that the "Other Company" had given her receipts, and changed their billing dates for her. I explained as politely as I could, that we were NOT the other company, but agreed to sending her a receipt so she would get off my phone and stop telling me how aliens have been trying to contact her, and all insurance companies have it out for her, because she is a woman. (Insert look of horror here.) So now, it's October, and she sends the check for her storage to my San Luis Obispo Office. (Even though she has been provided with my address here, because it's at the top of the invoice) They get the payment, and a letter from her, by the time they open it, and process it, it's been a couple of weeks. She is worried again about the date at the top of the invoice. *I* am the only one who sees that invoice. Some people send their checks in at the beginning of the month, and some send them at the end of the month, either way there is no late fee, and I don't report any of this to any credit agency. I have explained this to her twice now. So I draft her letter (again because we can't call her) and explain to her that I will NOT be changing the billing date on my invoices, and it isn't a problem if she sends her check in on the fourth of the month. I put this in the envelope with her invoice so I can save a stamp. When I get the fax from her, it says..."why does your mail come from Santa Barbara?"(Which is south of us--and she is north) Um...WTF? A) WHO CARES!? B) Shouldn't you be harassing the post office about that? C) I dunno and I don't care! Then she starts DEMANDING I change my billing date. I am so gonna get a big purple crayon and 'x' out the date and write in there "whenever the hell you want". Then she is asking me why the SLO office hasn't deposited her check from October yet. I don't know...that's what they do, it's stupid, but they own the company...what can I do? Oh and she keeps misspelling my damn last name! I am so over it. I tried to be nice, but she is clearly INSANE. I am going to keep sending the invoices to her the way I have them. I am NOT going to respond anymore to her crazy demands. If she wants to take her $40.00 per month out of here, then that's fine, because no one else would take her nutty ass.
I take a deep breath and look at the clock. Ahhh 4:30 Free and clear. Just 30 minutes left. Fate looked at me and said: " will be tortured right up to the very last minute."

My crew and I were in the office talking about all the nutty goodness that had just taken place, when a freight driver drives up to pick up something in our warehouse. My hours are clearly posted 1pm-4pm for receiving. Now if he were a driver that had not been in here before I would have pointed that out, and sent him away but this guy had been turned away, by me, before for coming in after 4pm. He came in and stood in the office kind of looking around. One of my local crew says "He needs to pick up something"

Without even looking up from what I was doing (because now I am so over this day I wanna kick puppies) I say "Well then he can come back during receiving hours, which he knows." Then I continued on shuffling papers on my desk without making eye contact.

He just stood there. So finally, I said. "You know the hours here. I'm sorry my warehouseman has gone for the day, your dispatch needs to call me first, and I have told you this." So Mr. Cocky Pants looks at me and says "You close at 5." all smart ass like. My crew then ran out the front door, because they knew he was about to get my wrath.
I was speechless. How could this clown argue with me? He's lucky I didn't come across my desk and kick him in his "dickey-clad" nuts. Typically, I would have given him a verbal beating that would have made him cry, but I figured the words would be wasted on him so instead I just kind of mumbled something about "Not for Receiving" and glared at him until he left.

At five I crawled out the door...looking forward to a giant glass of wine.

Tonight I will finally have that glass of wine.
I Will listen to
"The Dark Hours"
Mojo radio live
...and everything will be all better...right?

Thursday, December 7, 2006

I Used To Be Funnier...

...I was reading some of my old entries in my blog...PRE-CG...and I was a lot funnier. What happened? I think CG stole my funny. I am now just angry all the time...and bitter...and I'd re-name my blog the daily bitch, but that's I guess I just better get funnier or something.

By the way...I had a crappy day at work. I blame stupidity. Not MINE of course...More later...when I am funny again.

It's Secret Santa Time...

...and I got mine!
YEAH! I *Heart* Secret Sanata stuff...and Now I get to go out, and but something fabulous for my secret santa buddy...and make someone all warm and fuzzy!!!
...GO ME!

Wednesday, December 6, 2006


Have you ever made a choice, a simple insignificant choice, which changed your life in a way that you never thought it would?

Reflecting on the past year again...*sigh* Why do I do this? I try very hard not to look back on the past except as "lesson learned, move on...” type information. So why today am I in this mood?

I mean I really like who I am, and I really like my life. I even like the recent evolutions that have been taking place with me. I am not missing much in my I have nothing to be poopy about. Yet I sometimes get this way.

I am looking forward to next year, next month, the next evolution...Hopefully the correct choices will be made.

Tuesday, December 5, 2006

Reflecting On Fables

Some days, talking to your friends is like looking in a mirror...
My ex boyfriend suddenly died a couple of weeks ago of high blood pressure. He was 40. We had been over for a while, and frankly, he was abusive to me, but we had moved on from that. We had become friends again. He was raised in an abusive home, and the cycle continued. He got a lot of help over the years, and seemed like he was back on track. He had a girlfriend, a job, and had really cleaned up his life. You know what's sad? I told my friends about his death and all they could say was, "wow that sucks...wanna go out tonight?” He will most likely won't be remember by anyone in my circle for anything but being abusive to me. I don't make excuses for what he did to me...but I am sad that he had to die...and have no one care.

I was sitting here a little while ago and I was reflecting on the last year. What have I achieved? If I suddenly died today...what would people remember me for? Seriously. I couldn't think of anything great people would say about me. I could think a lot of people would probably say how horrible I was to them, or how mean I was. Who would miss me? Would someone besides my children (and at this point I debate if my daughter would actually miss me-or just my wallet) actually be sad?

I spent the first part of this year in a relationship with a man who used me for money, while he made an insane amount of money but lied to me about it. I put a lot of things in Jeopardy, including my freedom for this man. It was my fault. I could have said no to anything he wanted, but I thought I was helping someone who truly needed my help. What a waste of ten months, and a whole lot of money. What would I remember? How foolish I was.

I spent the summer feeling crappy about myself because I believed that the way I looked should be dictated by one person's opinion. I turned thatfelling into meanness, and hatred towards people *I* believed were prettier than me, or better than me at something I was good at. I was shown this last weekend, that I was wrong, and I have been bringing a lot of stress, and grief and rejection on myself because *I* believed those "prettier people" couldn't like me. Wasted friendships.

The last few months, I have been living in this "Fairytale World". The world where everything is great and wonderful and no one gets sick and dies. The world where everyone is nice to each other and everyone is friends. The world where no one gets hurt and no one leaves me. The world where everyone can find someone to love. I guess that too was just a fable I created because it was better than "Normal".
I don't think I like that mirror anymore.

Monday, December 4, 2006

Baby, It's Cold Outside...

I am starting to feel a bit better from my cold.

I still have hardly any voice left, and I wish I could sleep for about 4 days straight, but at least I am at work today. It's freezing in my office. I have the heat on, but for some reason where I seemed to have put my desk is in this little zone of coldness. My files cabinets are nice and toasty though. THAT's important. So who is gonna come warm me up?

I need someone to pay my bills so I can sit around all day playing, and not have to work. Wouldn't that be nice? I know what I need! I need a sugar daddy! Honestly I'd probably be bored outta my mind if I didn't work...oh yes and I would have absolutely no sense of self maybe I should rethink this dream?

Saturday night I got the chance to get all dressed up and celebrate my friend Mel's yacht coming into town. I didn't know that was an occasion for a formal party, but I love to play dress-up, so I went even though I was feeling kind of poopy still. Write this down. DO IT! If you ever take Jen to a classy party, don't give her whiskey...and if you do...hide those little packets of butter ok? By the end of the night, my feet hurt from dancing in my new shoes, I had a headache from all the free wine, I think I got hit with about 3 seashells that my uber classy friend decided to throw at each other, and I was ready to fall into bed and wake-up very late. I had fun, but it wasn't what I expected.

It's DJ Appreciation week over at KMRL. If you haven't got the chance to listen, or if you have been listening to some of our DJ's and you haven't popped into the chat room< it this week. Come in and just say HI, and maybe tell them what a great show they have? These DJ's are working hard getting great music, planning themes, and spending their free time to entertain YOU. It only takes 5 minutes out of your life and I promise it will make their day! If you are shy...drop them an E-mail...they love the attention!

Monday, November 27, 2006

I Have A Cold Go Away..

It's raining. It's cold, and I don't feel good.

I am a huge baby when I feel I just wanna go back to bed and pretend I am a hermit. 

I need a slave boy to wait on me though. Preferably, tall, dark, and handsome too ok? 

Go Listen To Kineada tonight...he's really good, and plays stuff I like

Saturday, November 25, 2006

Have A Mojo Radio Live Weekend!

Ok so...I raced home just so I could be home in time to entertain YOU. My Adoring Fans! OK really, my family is insane...and I had to escape...BUT...because of this..YOU get to hear ME LIVE!

Saturday from 12pm-3pm Eastern Time!

I’ll even throw in a couple of tunes to get you in that Christmas Spirit!

So Be there...with Jingle Bells on!


Ps. If you have a request, and your name is NOT Kineada, let me know
and I will play it for you!!<----go there and listen!

Mojo Radio Chatroom <---go there to make a request and talk to a DJ

DJ Ogre will follow me tonight around 9pm don't miss his show.
He promises to eat pig brains.

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Happy Thanksgiving!

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To My Readers.

My Friends.
My Family.
My KMRL Family.

Happy Thanksgiving...
Don't forget to tell someone you love them today O.K.?

Monday, November 20, 2006

Starbucks + Radio Show = GOOD MOJO

It was Super Size Weekend at the Mojo!
Saturday morning, where were you? Why were you NOT listening to MYshow? Must I call you and wake you up to join me? OK gimme your number and I will...

So I stayed up WAY too late on Friday night to help our newest DJ SleepingBeauty(see: Jen B.) get her sound check done, considering I had about 3 hours of sleep the night before I was cranky. So when
6:00am rolled around I hit the snooze button and went back to sleep for an hour. I slithered out of bed and stumbled to my computer so I could catch the last hour of Luka's show. She decided to do a three-hour show this weekend. Therefore, I got a bonus hour of her Mojo goodness! Two quadruple shots of espresso, later...I was live.

If I were to do a show on crack...I think it would be like this...

I did not plan my show on purpose. I wanted to see if I could just go live, unscripted, and do a request show with no planning. Guess what? I can. It was the most fun I have had since...ever. I had a FUN crowd in the chat room, and they dictated my play list. I played everything from"Tiffany" to "Lords Of Acid". The requests just kept coming, so I kept playing. My show is usually only 3 hours, but we kind of lost track of time and went 4.5 instead! I do not have another DJ that follows me until
9pm EST so I was gonna go till they pulled the plug on me. I ended up getting some bad new during my I ended it on a happy note, and promised to come back THIS Saturday with even more fun!

You can always download my pod cast, but I am much more fun live baby! 
Do you want to know what starbucks can do to a DJ?

Click above to download my show!

Friday, November 17, 2006

Wake Up Bitches!

...and join me! 

3 wonderful hours of whatever I feel like playing when I drag my happy ass out of bed in the morning!

I had a shitty week at work. I want to kick small puppies. Therefore, I will most likely rant, give you your fashion tip of the week, and play some Fabulous tunage.

Mojoradiolive is where are the kewl kids come to play. I will be live on the air from 12pm-3pm EST (That's 9:00am for you cali kids!) I will be in the chat room. I might take your request...

If you don't come listen...well then...I will cry...and that's sad!

Before my show at 9:00am You can catch DJ LUKA live!

After My show at 9:00pm you can catch DJ Ogre Live
(All Times Are Eastern)

Is It Time For A Change?

I was looking at my blog template yesterday...
I LOVE LOVE LOVE What Lisa over at Elegant Webscapes did for me. However, I have been contemplating a new design. Not so different from what I have now...just maybe a different color scheme or a different pin-up?
What do you think?
(Everyone BUT Franky Can answer this one-I know I know Franky, you have been bitching at me since Blogathon to get a new one!-LOL)

Happy FREAKIN Friday!
Do you KNOW how damn excited I am to see the end of THIS week come?! I honestly thought there was gonna be some bloodshed here at "Idiot Moving & Storage". Luckily, this has been avoided, although the day is not over. Don't worry I have the camera with me in case something good happens.

Will you be sitting at home curled up with a good book tonight? Forget that crap. You can do that ANYTIME...tonight join DJ Darkstar for a trip into his dungeon of debauchery...or something like that. He will be live from 11pm-1am EST onKMRL. We will be in the chat room, we will be having fun...and if you don't join us? YOU will miss the party...and really...don't you wanna be one of the kewl kids?

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

I Want To...

....Punch Rusty In The Face...Like a Bee!

OK so I do love my job. I honestly do. I mean where else can I sit around all day blogging, and listening to KMRL AND get paid for it? However, days like yesterday make me wanna listen to Gwar and punch people. Is that bad?

Rusty who we shall call...Rusty (cause that's his name, YO!) is the senior guy on my crew. Not because he is a particularly GOOD mover. Or even because he is well liked by shippers. It's ONLY because all the rest of the crew has either gone to jail, left or been fired. Therefore, he moved up through the ranks rather quickly in the last year. Now, he thinks his crap doesn't stink...and let me tell DOES!

Yesterday Rusty came into work with a pissy attitude, I don't know why. Maybe it's because he is 22 and has like five kids, and a lazy ass girlfriend who won't get her driver's license? Or maybe it's just because he's Rusty. Either way...when I am instructing him on his daily duties for that day, and he walks out WHILE I am makes me oh....I dunno kinda...hmmmm...BITCHY! I know you are shocked at this right? <----that was my SARCASM font. 

The day went on, and of course, "The Goof Troop" forgot to take mattress cartons to the job. You know...when Rusty decided to walk out...that's when I was telling him what he needed. Soooo...they call me and tell me they have to come back for them. I grumble, but I pull what cartons we had. When they came back, I told them to take mattress bags out for the shipper. Rusty took SOME. They knew they needed larger sized ones on the job...and they KNEW we were out. Why he didn't take what he needed when he was here? I dunno... so he called me and told me to find some mattress bags to fit (shall I pull them out of my ass? It's not a magic ass you know)...Now...I said I would look for some...however *I* am the boss here. You don't TELL me to do anything. I am now thinking the bottle of Jack Daniels hidden in my bathroom is sounding pretty damn good at this point. 

Oh no...It gets better. 

I am on an important phone call when the shipper from today's job walks into my office and says the crew sent HER to come get mattress bags. I smile sweetly, put the important call on hold, and run out into the warehouse. I KNOW we don't have any more, but ya know...lemme look again anyway. I ask my warehouse supervisor (who was busy checking off a military shipment) to look again. Yeah duh, we are out. I then explain to the shipper that the crew has shrink-wrap on the truck and can double shrink-wrap her mattress' at no charge, but let me make sure they have enough with them. I call Rusty, and he yelled AT ME, that I need to go out and find her the bags, because he SAW them out there. (OK Genius, if you saw them...why did you not TAKE them) I explain we did this, and just to shrink-wrap the mattress, so I can get off the phone and get rid of her. Before I can even say, do you have enough shrink...the bastard hangs up on me? I wanted to drive to the job and choke him...but you know...I am lazy. So I pretend I am still on the phone, and smile, and tell the shipper that everything is dandy and she leaves my offices. I get on the phone with Rusty and discipline him and ask yet again, if he has enough shrink. He hangs up...OK whatever. I made a call to the owner and let him know I was going to kill Rusty. He said he would have a talk with him (yeah that helped LAST time), and please don't kill him until the end of the day. (Did I mention I love my boss?) In the meantime...I lost that important phone call I was on cause my hold music sucks. *banging head on desk* 

The day is almost over. My military shipment is almost unloaded and so far, it's gone well, so I am not stressed over it. Then it happens. I knew it would..."The Goof Troop" calls, and needs...that's right...more shrink-wrap. I was just about to say go to hell...when another guy who works here drove up. I sent him instead. Had *I* gone, there would have been bloodshed. Not Mine. Today Rusty came into work and didn't say two words to me. It's best. I am in a great mood. I had a great night. I want to have a GREAT day. I have my boots on today. It's likely if he spoke to me I would snap and kill him, and stuff his body in a vault...We can make things disappear here you know...we do it all the time...I Riiight. My warehouse supervisor just told me he stays up at night thinking of ways to torture Rusty...we are a sick sick bunch of people here at "Idiot Moving & Storage." Please send help.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In Happier News KITTYN is back and ready to rock your socks off tonight on KMRL. So Tune it in, and turn it up and chair dance your asses off. Join her, and maybe me...ok who am I kidding, you know *I* will be the chat room. Check out her song list, & make a request. The comedy continues when her sidekick (see: Lackey) DJ Darkstar joins her in the "Webkittyn studios" and we are treated to all kinds of witty banter between them. If you aren't listening to Webkittyn Wednesday why not? 
All the kewl kids are doing it!

Monday, November 13, 2006

Dear Ass-Hat!

Dear Mr. Ass-Hat;

You in your giant, Ford F-350, gas-hog, lifted, tinted windowed, overcompensating for what you lack in your pants...bad driver. I hate you! Yes, I truly do. I wish you would smash into a tree and die.

Every DAMN morning I get behind you. It doesn't matter what time I leave my house. It doesn't matter how fast I drive to work. EVERY morning you are there. Either behind me, riding my ass... Ohhhh and the next time you do that? yeah, I am gonna slam on my breaks (because I saw a ghost) and watch you smash into the back of my car. Have you SEEN my car? I need a new one, and you can obviously afford to buy me one. Then there are the times when you race around me, nearly running me off the road, because you sat around scratching yourself all morning watching midget porn, and now YOU are late for your construction job, where you get to bang a big hammer! YAY you! You drive like a complete moron. You switch lanes without a signal. You drive 40 in a school zone, and then when you turn in front of me, as you do every day, you don't think you need to use a turn signal. Why is that? Do you think I can read your pee-sized mind? Well no Mr. shit-for-brains. I CAN'T!

Read My License plate ass-monkey...It says ICEPRINCEZZ for a reason!

Please FUCK-OFF!
Sincerely, Iceprincezz

Sunday, November 12, 2006


Why is someone in Maryland searching for these keywords?

dry, hump, brother, with, howdy, doody 


HOW did this lead them to my blog? 

Will someone please explain this mystery to me!

Saturday, November 11, 2006

Iceprincezz: Let Me See You Dance!

Well I survived my second show on MojoRadioLive.

I still had some audio issues, and I made some mistakes...but I was more relaxed. 


Wanna Hear it?

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Friday, November 10, 2006

Have A Mojo Radio Live Weekend!

Saturday from 12-3pm EST all you Cats and Kittens need to come join me for the “I Promise Not To Play Debbie Gibson Ever Again Show” show.
Yes, that’s right...I am going to be doing the second official show in my MojoRadio Career. Are you as excited as I am?
OK well I don’t care if you aren’t...come listen anyway!
If you have a request, go ahead and post it here...unless it’s Debbie Gibson...cause I aint playing that...ever...again!
Mojo Radio Live has a Great weekend come play with us, won't you?
11/09/06 Start Your Weekend with KMRL - Two New Shows Friday and Saturday and Old Friends!

Get an early jump on your weekend with cookies and KMRL starting Thursday and make sure to keep an eye on the "What's Playing Now" icon as you never know when someone is going to pop up unexpectedly to give your ears a surprise!

Thursday: Go Back to the 80's, Mojo Radio Live Style!

Pandora and There Can Be Only 80's from 8-10 PM EST! Get ready to dance into the weekend with Pandora as she spins the best of the 80's just for you!

Friday: A New Show, Gimp's Gripes, Tonight Before the Darkhours!

Join the Cynical Gimp from 8PM-9PM EST as he rants and discusses the issues of the disability community as only an insider with a keen mind can! Catch KMRL's second-newest show!

From 11PM-1AM EST it's the hot Friday night show The Darkhours withDarkstar. Quickly becoming (in his mind) almost as popular as WebKittyn herself, the show is different every week and a great way to kick back and explore the darkness within yourself to kickass music.

Saturday: Spend Your Early Saturday with KMRL and Two Sexy DJs and a NEW SHOW in the evening, Nocturnal Emissions!

Up early Saturday morning? Then come join Luka for the Saturday Morning Show from 9AM-11AM EST! Always a lot of fun with just the right music to get you pumped for your weekend, come discover the morning side of KMRL with one of our "9AM Girls!"

Sticking around the house Saturday afternoon? Turn off that TV and get into the mojo with Iceprincezz from 12PM-3PM EST in The Ice Palace! A little kinky, a lot funky and always full of surprises, you couldn't ask for a more entertaining Saturday afternoon show!

Premiering this Saturday night! 
Join Ogre as he brings you Nocturnal Emissions from 9PM-11PM EST! Nocturnal Emissions takes you on a joyride through music. From hard and fast to soft and slow. Back and forth, exploring everything including Metal, Classic Hard Rock, and some Guilty Pleasures, building to a thundering satisfying conclusion. Sounds a little like sex huh?

Sunday: The KMRL Cure to the Sunday Blahs - A Full Lineup of MOJO!

The other half of the "9AM Girls" wakes you up on a Sunday morning! Join Diz from 9AM-11AM EST for My So-Called Radio Show! With a little bit of everything and a lot of panache, Diz will wake you up and get your blood pumping and put a smile on your face!

Don't go out, it's cold outside! Kick back and spend Sunday afternoon with Zo as she brings you The Rant Room from 2PM-5PM EST! A clever mixture of music and talk, Zo has a great show going on and trust us, you don't want to miss some of what the lady has to say!

The Sunday blahs often hit hard at night. Kick those blahs in the balls with Monty as she brings you Monty Does Mojo from 9PM-11PM EST! Music you've forgotten you loved and Monty at her finest, there is no way you'll be feeling anything other than giddy after spending your night with Monty's Mojo!

Wait! We're not done! Bedtime? Helllllllllllll no! Get your ass back here forBinary Blonde as she brings you Digital Tapas from 11PM-12AM EST! This show is guaranteed (or your cookie back!) to get you up off your seat at least once and get you dancing! The hottest dance, trance and techno out there brought to you by a hot blonde who loves Star Trek, animals and good music!

And of course, impromptu shows throughout the weekend as usual and a full rotation update!

Wednesday, November 8, 2006

100 Things...

100 Things...

About Me...

1. I am right handed.

2. I HATE brussel sprouts. I think they are vile.

3. My middle name is Kay.

4. I love to dance.

5. I sleep with a teddy bear.

6. I have no tattoos, nor will I ever get one.

7. I have piercings. (I am not telling you where)

8. I'm not fond of dogs, but I adore anything feline.

9. I am an only child

10. I have never been to Mexico...and have no desire to do so.

11. I think Lima beans taste like dirt.

12. I once ate an entire box of Girl Scout Cookies.

13. I used to be a groupie for Wild Hare(

14. I have a crush on Will Smith.

15. I will never be a size 5.

16. My handwriting looks like a 16 year old girls.

17. I still wish on falling stars.

18. I miss my dad.

19. I love my job.

20. I am addicted to potatoes.

21. I like to garden.

22. I sometimes wonder what I would look like bald.

23. I never want to have children again.

24. I like to flirt.

25. I still (and most likely always will) Love Tom.

26. I never know what to order at Thai food.

27. I buy myself flowers. A Lot.

28. I love the colors red, & pink.

29. I decorate my Christmas tree in a different color theme every year.

30. I am a hopeless romantic.

31. I used to have a horse.

32. I live in a small town.

33. Mel Gibson thinks I am a good singer.

34. I once danced with Prince at an "after concert party".

35. I want to go to Italy some day.

36. I love sushi.

37. When I was little I got my hair stuck around the axel of my "Big Wheel", because I was riding while looking up at the sky, and my hair was down to my butt.

38. I like football.

39. I drink Pepsi NOT coke.

40. I love my car, before it was wrecked.

41. I would rather have a new PC, than a new TV.

42. I am not sure I'll ever find a man to think deep enough to please me.

43. I think my salesman at work is a pervert.

44. I would love to be a singer, but hate what society does to celebrities.

45. I played Everquest for 4 years. I miss it sometimes.

46. I once spent 4 days straight playing everquest without sleeping.

47. I haven't found a game I like enough to play longer than 3 hours at a time(since Everquest).
Edited: Thanks Chief Scientist!

48. I love tradition

49. I love family (blood or otherwise)

50. I once made a friend go through "an official fag hag ceremony" in front of lots of people just to torture her. (There is no such thing)

51. I am no longer friends with her.

52. I wish I had someone to fix dinner for/with every night.

53. I lack creative people in my life.

54. I can't stand Brad Pitt or Angelina Jolie.

55. I think fake plants are tacky.

56. I wish more people would use their turn signal.

57. I wonder where the shoes on the side of the road come from.

58. I love to walk on the beach late at night during a full moon.

59. I love to feed the trained sealions at the aquarium. I let the tourists belive I hve trained them, when they do the tricks I signal them to do.

60. I like to make people think.

61. I am charismatic, and can make people do things...even things they don't want to do.

62. I am easily amused.

63. I believe in Love.

64. I believe love is better than money.

65. I prefer chocolate to vanilla.

66. I haved to be coaxed into trying dangerous things, but usually love it.

67. I am a pleaser.

68. I am a giant baby when I am sick.

60. I don't take medication for anything if I can help it. I don't believe in it.

61. I dislike the color blue quite a bit--yet my blog is blue..hmmmm go figure.

62. I build small scale villages as one of my hobbies.

63. I once attended a fetish party with a giant bunny.

64. I can't drive a stick shift car.

65. I can cook, but I don't very often.

66. When I cook, it's usually Italian food.

67. My heritage is English/French.

68. I love snow. I just don't want to live where it snows.

69. I don't take phone calls while Jeopardy is on.

70. I have had a DVD player for 3 years, and never hooked it up.

71. I retiled my kitchen floor one weekend, because I didn't want to mop it. (and it was ugly)

72. I have a giant tiki bar in my back yard.

73. I didn't get my driver's License until I was 19.

74. My Favorite food is by far...shrimp scampi.

75. The avergae cost of a house where I live is $600,000.00.

76. I live in a townhouse instead.

77. I secretly dream of choking the bosses son.

78. I want a pink pony with a glittery tail...really bad.

79. I have tiny feet.

80. I took baton lessons, and can still twirl a baton fairly well.

81. I have kissed a pig.

82. My favorite scent is Vanilla.

83. I hate walnuts.

84. I think spiders are very creepy, yet I was sad when the spider in the corner of my bathroom at work died.

85. I think sunlight is evil, hense why I am pale.

86. I used to make my family call me Nadia Comaneci when I was little.

87. I had a girl mullet once. (I am still mad at you mom)

88. I like anything blueberry.

89. I don't know what my natural hair color is anymore--it used to be very dark brown(nearly black).

90. I love soft beds with lots of pillows.

91. I prefer black ink to blue ink.

92. I bait my own hook, when fishing.

93. I have one friend who knows all my secrets.

94. When I go out with my daughter, people think I am her sister. (I love it/she hates it)

95. I am more like my grandmother, than my mother.

96. I am terrible at sports.

97. I am addicted to Starbucks. (triple venti mocha)

98. I am terrible with math.

99. I am musically inclined.

100. I am glad this survey is over.

Tuesday, November 7, 2006


I actually had a show on KMRL on Saturday.
OK so it wasn't the best show to ever air on the station. In fact, it was most likely the worst, however...I was just happy to have finally gotten it all together. It was a long road to get there but I think it was worth it. I had a lot of fun, and I learned a lot in the process. I learned a lot about new friends, old friends, who my REAL friends are, and a LOT about me.

The night before I had all but given up since I was still plagued with sound issues even after a new sound card, install. (Thanks Jen for donating a new sound card to my cause!) Unfortunately, that made things worse. After three hours of Clark redoing everything back and forth. I said, "I'm done!" I gave up and sent him home to his wife. I sat down to listen to The Dark Hours, since I was home anyway. That didn't cheer me fact it only made me feel worse, knowing that I wouldn't be able to do a show the next I went to bed and cried myself to sleep like a big emotional baby. I was tired, emo, and ready to kick small puppies to the moon.

I hate that about me. I need to work out, or do Yoga or something for a release so I don't spew forth onto people I care about. I have no idea why I was feeling the way I was. Maybe weeks of frustration, and self-doubt had mounted to that point. I am a cancer, so we do that. We just hold it all in, until it's just too much and the person closest to us at that point ends up with our wrath. So if I was horrible to you on Friday, I am sorry.

For those of you who helped me through all this, either on the technical end or just the emotional support, and friendship. Thank you. I love you guyz!
After my show on Saturday, I felt like going out and hugging random people. good MOJO!


Today's Mojo Radio Live Lineup includes: 

Kittyn Kitsch. She does a talk show (when she has something to talk about) from 3pm-4pm EST. 

The Deathsquad Show: Metal/Punk/Other with DJ Deathsquad. There's Gwar here. Be afraid. Deathsquad rants like no one else, this is good stuff. 9pm-11pm EST.

Friday, November 3, 2006

National Sandwich Day...

It's Friday! You know, that means I am tired, and by the end of the day I will be cranky and need a nap. However, there is good news...

Today is National Sandwich Day. Have you hugged your sandwich yet? Wait...that's probably not correct. I think it probably means you need to eat a sandwich or something. So Go...and bring me one too K

Thursday, November 2, 2006

I'd Like To Buy A Clue...

...For our friend Nate.

He called Tuesday night. I did not answer. (To be fair, my phone was shut off)

He called last night. I didn't answer. I was having a better conversation on line with a hot guy who did not tell me how much he owned.

He called 15 freaking minutes later. I STILL did not answer.

What part of I don't go out monday-wednesday was not clear?! He left yet another message containing the word "holla" and "late" asking me if I wanted to "hang tonight". I'm not sure what the hell that actually means, but perhaps when Nate figures out how to speak in complete grammatically correct sentences, I'll answer the phone. Until then, he can enjoy dating my voice mailbox.

Wednesday, November 1, 2006

We Shall Call Him Nate...

'Cause that's his name.

I know I am not feeling very creative these days...but read on anyway won't you? Good!

JenB and I went to a little Halloween party the other night at a bar we hadn't been to in a long time. The last time we were there things got ugly so we decided it just wasn't worth it. Our Friend Veigny was doing his karaoke show there, and Jen wanted another excuse to wear her costume so off we went.

We got there and immediately there were way too many people for my liking. Maybe I should clarify. Way too many people I don't LIKE. We got a table and sang one sing right away. I was having an OK time when Jen exclaimed she was "over it". At that point, I figured I should just choke her. This was HER idea. I was against it from the beginning, as it was a "work night" for me, and I am kind of over this going out during the week more than once. I got a sitter, put on 10 lbs. of makeup, and teased my hair. We were staying damn it!

As the night progressed, and the men (boyz) became more intoxicated I guess I suddenly looked like someone who would date them, because they started to talk to me. (Note to self: get scarier costume next year.) Bachelor number 1 was dressed in a mullet wig and a "PONY" shirt. Yes, I frequently date men who don't look like they took much time to think of a costume...or was it a costume? I dunno...either way. NO! Then we have Nate. His friend had to talk to me for him. What are we in high school? The conversation went something like this....

"Hey, my friend wants to know what you are drinking."

OK THIS guy (Nate's friend) is not in costume, he is dressed like he just got off a field of some sort. He kind of smells funny.

"Um why? Is he taking a survey?"


OK Nate's friend has no sense of humor, this is futile.

"Stoli cran."

"What's that?"

"Stoli, and cranberry."

"What's Stoli?

Shaking head in disbelief "It's VODKA"


He looks at his friend and says something, then he asks what Jen is drinking, and I say the same. She wasn't really drinking, but a free drink is a free drink. They returned shortly with a couple of drinks, set them down and walked away. I just looked at Jen and shrugged. Of course, I thought they probably put that date rape drug in there or something and were waiting for us to fall over. They returned again and started talking to us. Well, Nate started talking to me. Jen and Nate's friend just sat quietly next to each other trying not to make eye contact.

Nate decided the best way to impress me would be to tell me about much crap he owns. OK this is about the WORST thing you can do. I am NOT materialistic. I have a job. I support myself. Men who think they can buy me offend me. I am NOT like that. Hey Nate...I don't care if you have a’s in BAKERSFIELD. I'd rather live in the warehouse at work, than live in Bakersfield! This debacle continues with him asking for my number. I know I know I should have given him the reject number, but I was afraid I would see him again somewhere and he'd kill me in the parking lot. I gave him my number. I honestly didn't think he would even remember to call, but alas, he did. First of all I told him I could not go out Mon-Wed as I have my kids and this Monday was a special occasion. Secondly I told him I work early in the morning and don't usually take calls after 9pm. (Of course my friends or hot guyz are the exceptions) Third, I told him I don't hang out in Paso(the town we were in) except to go to work.

I had spent most of the evening on line with a friend of mine talking about shoes, then went to bed early. (I lead an exciting life don't I?) My phone had died earlier in the day and I had forgotten to put it on the charger so when I turned it on this morning I had a message from Nate on my voice mail. He was asking me if I wanted to hang out with him Paso tongiht. WTF!?

Please please please men...when you call a girl you are interested in, unless she is dressed in a trucker hat turned sideways and a "bootylicious" T-shirt do not ever use the words "Holla" and "peace-out". Do I LOOK like I am auditioning for "Flavor of Love" to you? NO! You live in Bakersfield, not Oakland. You are not kewl because you speak all ghetto. NO NO NO! Have some class...'aight!?

I will not be "Hollering" at Nate in the near future...or...ever.