My Heart Is Broken

Update: I just heard from Tisha. Her father traveled down to Pascagoula where she lives, to see if her home survived, and sadly it didn't. It was a complete loss. Her home was under water. This is the second time that she has lost everything due to a hurricane. You may think why doesn't she leave that area...it's her home. It's where her whole life was...until a few days ago. Tisha her husband, and her two small kids lost everything, their home, their jobs, a car, toys, furniture, all of their photos and possibly a family pet...just everything! Her mother, and step father also lost their home...Please donate to The Red Cross, these people need help!!


My Heart belongs in the south. I have been lucky enough to have been able to travel to the south twice now. More specifically the Mississippi gulf coast, to spend time with my "southern family". Both times I realized that my heart belongs in the south. I love everything about it....Except the weather. I love the people and their way of life, their culture, their food, and their strength. So to see hurricane Katrina devastate "my second home" breaks my heart. It's really hard to look at the stories on the T.V. and know that I stood right there one time. Bourbon street, The Beau Rivage...

My friend Tisha and her family evacuated to Jackson Mississippi, and thank God they are doing ok, but they are not sure they will have a home to come back to in Pascagoula, Miss. They are just one family effected by this terrible tragedy. How about the people trapped in New Orleans (Nawlins)? How about the people that watched as their family members floated away? How about the babies, elderly, and all the displaced animals? 

Make a difference and donate to the Red Cross or Salvation Army.
Hug your family a little tighter tonight.

To The people of the gulf coast, my prayers are with you tonight!

"Shirtless Guy"

I have a stalker. Ok so he isn't really stalking me, but he COULD! I live in a very small apartment complex, a total of 12 units. I have lived there for a few years now so I have seen a lot of people come and go. There was one guy who we called shirtless guy because it never failed he would almost ALWAYS be without a shirt when he was out side. I never really talked to him while he lived there but one time when he forced me to use some of his glass cleaner while detailing my car one afternoon. Other than that, nothing, until he moved out. When he left he gave me a plant that was half dead. Then one day last weekend he walks into to Jen B's store, where she is working. He recognizes her, and asks her if she is my sister. After they get that all straightened out she blurts out "OH! You are Shirtless Guy!" (He had no idea we called him that) They talk a few minutes, he gets a video (YUCK!) and he leaves. A few hours later SG calls Jen's work and starts asking her if I am single and interested in dating him, yadda yadda yadda. She of course tells him I am single even though she knows I have a huge crush on "CG". That's the end of it. She doesn't hear from him again or anything, and he doesn't ask for my number or anything like that, so we just laugh about it.

I was so sick this last week that I didn't even think about it again...Until yesterday. Jen told me that he called the store again yesterday. (OK That's not such a big deal except that he moved to another STATE!) He asked Jen if she had told me that he liked me and what I thought. She told him I had been too sick to even think about it. She thought that would get rid of him but then he proceeded to talk to her for another 30 minutes after that. He did mention to her he was going to be in town next weekend. Maybe I will leave town next weekend since he knows where I live!

F.F.F.

F.F.F.

Today's entry for F.F.F. comes to us straight from Foster Farms. 

This is Henny PennyStatsAge:23Measurements: 4 x 6 x 4Best Feature: My Breast Meat


In Her Own WordsTurn Ons: Cocks with lots of feathers, & long walks around the farmTurn Offs: Rude hens, & crowded hen housesAspirations: ActingIf Henny Penny could do one thing it would be: I would love to have a brood of chicks some day.

Did Someone Get That Plate Number?

UPDATE: I crawled into work today because If I didn't take care of things, than really who would? I am now going to go find a doctor...this is crazy...I haven't felt this bad ever. My mom says I should go to the hospital...maybe I will. Take care bloggers!

I feel like I have been run over by a truck. I was in bed all weekend with some kind of creepy flu, that I now believe has turned into some kind of sinus infection. I am sitting here at work, in a daze from all the drugs I am on, and answering the phone like a 5 year old with the sniffles. I hate it. Why am I here? I need to be at home, in misery in the comfort of my air conditioned apartment. With toilet paper that feels like flower pettles instead of the sand paper here at the office. My nose and eyes are all red and swollen. The dedication I have for my job knows no bounds!

OK I am sick, I may be dying of some crazy disease...so take pity on me and at least vote for my blog today please.

F.F.F.

F.F.F.

Notice the strategically placed Cookie Jar? Huh HUH?! *wink*

Today's post is honor of FFF!!!! What?! How can you not know what FFF Is? It's the only thing that gets me through my Friday's! Actually my Friday's should be called HOF (Hang Over Fridays), as we almost always go out on Thursday night.


OK so since you don't know what FFF is....go HERE....check it out, but make sure you come back! I will miss you, and cry....a lot if you don't come back....no...REALLY!

Professor Garden

As most of my Blog-A-Fans know I work for a moving company. In my day to day routine I encounter a few weirdos. My former boss J. Boss refers to them as freaks. Now "Professor Garden" as I will call him, is one of my more interesting shippers. He's not even moving with my company, so I am not sure why I have to endure his bad jokes, except that he is moving with our sister company and gets a discount on cartons here. Lucky ME!

My hours are 8:00 to 5:00, but I come in a lot earlier than that so I try and leave a little bit early in order to avoid the retarded people on the road, on the way home. This is fine unless of course some guy who is nearly dead, lonely and wants to tell me his entire life story comes in expecting me to provide quality customer service and run out into the warehouse and fetch him 24 boxes of various sizes. In his defense he did call ahead, so I was able to have them ready for him when he came in. That usually saves me from having to talk to people too long. This time, it didn't. He came in and loaded up his car with boxes, gave me a credit card, and should have been ready to go...But he sat down. I have learned that when they sit down they are either going to have a heart attack and die, OR worse. They are going to talk to me about their move, why they are moving, what they did for a living before they retired, or how much they got for selling their house to some poor unsuspecting valley person. None of which, by the way, do I care about.

I looked at the clock, it said 4:30. This is only getting worse as he talks about how he used to be an agriculture professor, and has been all over the world.
(Thoughts In My Head: OK! That's swell, now GET OUT Get OUT Get OUT!)
He starts listing the countries he has been to, slowly.
(Thoughts In My Head: OH MY GOSH! GET OUT!) Then he decides I need to know all about aquaculture...Where you grow crops in rows and raise fish in the rows between... (and NO mom I STILL don't know where the water comes from!)

He also taught me how to grow tomatoes in and old tire. As facinating as that sounds....NOT! In the hopes that it would get him to leave I told him I would try that. I keep looking at the clock, he keeps talking...This goes on for another 20 minutes. He finally leaves, but I can't lock up and leave because he is sitting in his car out front, and that would look bad. So I continue to wish him away. It doesn't work. He sat there for another 15 minutes, doing what I don't know. I don't wanna know. I just wanted him to leave. ARGH! I drive home thankful I won't have to see him again...I was wrong of course.

He came back this morning, to buy more boxes. Yes, folks he actually asked me if I had started my tire garden yet. I told him that perhaps this weekend I would try that.
(Thoughts In My Head: Cause I know where to get an old tire? Or even want to? I have soil, that works fine thanks.)
He actually gave me his address so I could send him veggies when I grew them. YEAH RIGHT! I told him I knew his new address since we were moving him there. I think that scared him, and he got his boxes and left. YAY!

Helpful Hint: If it's near closing time, don't go into a business and tell the people helping you your life story, cause I would bet a dollar they don't give a shit!

I'm Under Attack

So Jen B. Said I needed to post something new. I was sitting here thinking what could I post that would offend the most people all at once, when my office windows are suddenly covered in hot pink paint splotches. Wow, how did they know that's my favorite color?

I just stared out my newly polka-dotted windows thinking "Was that Bekins?" (Bekins is the OTHER moving company in town, and they are not above something like this) When one of my movers I like to call "Thuggy" (Mainly because he just got out of jail and looks like a thug) drove up, walked in and started talking to me like nothing was different. I said "Don't you notice the windows?" He turned around and said "Wow who paint balled you?" He's a genius I tell ya! He left because he didn't think his truck would look good covered in paint.

So as I go out to clean the window off... Because really who else would do it? I hear "pop! pop! Pop!" from behind me. I looked around and saw no one, but noticed that now the giant pillars out front were hot pink polka-dotted too! I decided to forego the cleaning, for fear of being hit with a paintball from some rogue assailant in the brush across the street from me. So I screamed like a girl (cause well...I am one) and ran into my office. I called the police, over an hour ago, and they still haven't shown up. I am sure they thought I was crazy when I told the dispatcher I was under attack.

Dispatcher: Paso Robles Police dispatch blah blah

Debi: I am under attack.

Dispatcher: Um excuse me?

Debi: I work for *insert name of moronic moving company here* and I am being paint balled with hot pink paint.

Dispatcher: Do you have a suspect description?

Debi: Do I need one to have you come out? *sigh* Well I think it's across the street in the residential area.

Dispatcher: I will send someone over to you right away.

Maybe in Police terms, "right away" means "when I feel like it". I know what house it is now, because I watched out the window and saw them aiming at me, so I am not worried about the "perps" running away. I just don't understand why it takes 3 cops to come tell us that the people in these SAME houses don't like where are big moving trucks are parked, and I can't even get one out here to save myself from certain paintball damage. Had they hit my car which is parked in front...and frankly they must be a terrible shot to have missed it...I would have gone over and driven the forklift into their back fence, while screaming something crazy like "This Is For Scoopy The Clown!!!!"
Something fun always happens on Mondays!

New Bosses Are...

Well J. Boss is finally selling the moving company. That is a good...no no GREAT Thing!

He had someone in here before me that turned this company into a money pit. When that happened I think it just defeated J. Boss, and he hasn't REALLY been a boss around here. I have had to do everything on my own. With no moving company experience, that is a lot of stress. but it got better. 

Now that he is selling the place I will have a new boss. We shall call him K. Boss. K Boss knows what he is doing, and is a hands on kind of guy, so this should be interesting. So far things have been going well, but I haven't had much time to come up with creative blog posts. So I have yet another fun quiz for you! 

Jen B. and I will be going out this weekend, (That starts tonight) so I am sure we will have something blogworthy soon enough! Until then....

IT'S GETTIN' HOT IN HERE!

OK why is it that the cutest guys all come in when I am having a sweaty hair day? It's like 103 degrees here today, I don't care what my stupid weather pixie says. She is clearly standing in the shade with a fan on her or something, cause it's FREAKIN' HOT! The air conditioning at this office is either broken, or it just can't handle the heat that is pouring into the office through the ginormous floor to ceiling windows! So...I look like a drowned rat. I have my usually long straight hair piled on top of my head in a sort of beehive with little wisps of hair falling out of it, drenched in sweat. I tell ya...I'm hot looking FO sure! 

So then in comes the water guy. He starts up a conversation with me about moving, and how it's too expensive blah blah blah. I want him to just go away cause I am hot and miserable, and I have oodles of work to do, but I flirt...Of course to no avail. I got a call on my cell phone so he left. 

The phone call is CG. Well, at least he can't see me! We talk briefly about the test he just took, make a bet on his test scores, and he promises to call me later. I am really enjoying CG's phone calls lately. He doesn't mention TR*Y as much! YAY! Then just when I thought I was safe, I kick my shoes off and put my feet up on the desk. UPDATE: I lost the bet with CG....Dammit I hate it when I am wrong!

I was just getting comfy to go harass 

I was just getting comfy to go harass Anti-Blogger when the Hot guy I used to work with walked in. He came in just to say hi and chat with me! *swoon*. You see when "Hot Guy" is around I can't form complete sentences. He is so hot, just ask Jen B.! He has the prettiest eyes, and that smile OMG....I just melt when he looks at me...But *I* look like a drowned rat....Nice! It wouldn't matter if I looked like I was about to go out and sing. I am not his type, and I know that...But it's fun to drool over him. I'm just glad CG is in Salt Lake City today and can't randomly show up on days like today!

Road Shoes

I have discussed this at great lengths with my friend Jen B. and want to know what's going on with "Road Shoes"? Well, that's what I call them anyway... 

Have you ever been driving down the road, and on the side of the highway there is ONE shoe on the side of the road? We see that ALL the time. I understand seeing road-kill, various forms of furniture, or even a pair of shoes. I just don't understand how ONE got there. It's not just one kind of shoe either. We have seen work boots, sandals, running shoes, dress shoes...and there is always JUST one shoe.
 
So how does this happen? I have a few theories. 

You are a one legged man/woman, and you bought this new pair of shoes. You know you don't need the other one so you just throw it out the window? 

You have road rage like me, and the guy in front of you won't get over so you take off one of your shoes and throw it out the window at his car? 

Your friend gets mad at you, grabs your shoe and throws it out the window? 

You are hanging your foot out the window while riding in your friend's car, and you shoe falls off?
 
Or maybe there is a shoe fairy sprinkling random shoes along the side of the road just so I would have something to blog about...I dunno. 

I think I am going to take pictures of these shoes, and create a coffee table book called "Road Shoes" What do you think?

Things That will NOT be posted at The Palace

I guess I have to clarify for some of you out there in blogland what my blog is, and what it will never be.

My blog is what I feel like writing. It started out to be a silly little journal of all the crazy stuff that happens in my life, the stuff that happens to me, and my friends and stories about all the crazy guyz I have either dated, or in the process of dating. I don't share every detail of my faith, my personal life, my kids lives, or my friends lives. (Although I think Jen B is a heathen and should be killed---ok SHE will laugh at that) If you don't agree with what I do in my life, the way I write, or the topic of my post that day. I don't need to know about it, just don't vote for me, or come visit The Ice Palace. If you wanna ask me something, or tell me something personal E-MAIL ME. 
I am not going to debate people here. I am not going to defend my life. I only have to answer to God.

I will not talk about my kids on this blog, because their lives are personal. My daughter writes selectively about her self (rather well too!) on HER BLOG, "Have you seen my ball". Other than that they are a "private topic".

I will not talk about religion, or politics either, because that just causes debates that NO ONE wins.

I'm not going to censor my comments from other users unless they are just WAY over the top.


I will step down off my soap box now...

Girls Night Out

First of all I know Charlie will HATE the pic I posted to go with my story...but I thought it was funny! You are such a hottie! (Am I forgiven?) 

Yes I went BACK to the fair. CG said he thinks I have a fair obsession. I don't. I just like going with a different group of friends, and then each time it's a different experience. OK Maybe I do. Last night I got invited to "girls night out". My mom's roomie we will call Donna is a lot of fun. She is the kind of girl that after a couple of drinks (That she has smuggled into the fair) she says the things to people you WANT to say but aren't brave enough. She is also perpetually late. I have a huge problem with people who are always tardy, but because I know this about her and I don't hang out with her all that often I just accept it. Basically if she says she is going to be someone at 7:00pm I just don't go until 7:30 and it all works out.

Last night we were supose to meet at 7:30 and it ended up 8:00. See how that works? When we finally met up she was there with 3 other gals. I had met one of them before, and one of them (Krystal) I worked with at The Grid, so it was a good group. Toby Keith was playing last night so the fair was PACKED with hot guys. We started drinking at the "Watering Hole" and then moseyed our way down towards the grandstand to try and catch a glimpse of Toby. While we were standing near an entrance to try and get a glimpse of Toby through the gate, some random guy comes up to our group and this is what transpired... 

Random Guy(I think he said he was Jeff): Hi Ladies. Do you remember me? (Looking at me) Debi: Should we? RG: Don't you sing? Debi: Uh....well yes... RG: At The Marriage Breaker? In Los Osos? I know it's you! Debi: UH yeah I sing there, but not very often... RG: Yeah I saw you one night, came back the next weekend to talk to you, but you weren't there. You are the best singer there. Debi: Oh Lookie my cup is empty! RG: So do you live there? Debi: No I live in Atascadero, and u? RG: Fresno Debi: Wow, you come all the way over here to hear me sing? (Laughing & looking in my empty cup) RG: I was gonna ask you out, but I didn't see you again Debi: (walking to the bar) Oh well...um I don't go there very often. It's a dive. He ended up buying me a drink then I walked away. He seemed a little too stalkerific for me. I am used to doing the stalking. 

I don't know who decided it would be a good idea to try and bribe the security guards at the gate to get in but we did. With what else? Our boobs! The first guy said he couldn't do it, but sure did wanna look. I mean what is the worst that could happen he looses his awesome 2 week gig at the fair? There goes his carreer! Like the fair security cam will show him letting us is? So we decided maybe there was a way to get through from the men's bathroom. I have no idea WHY they thought that would work, maybe they just wanted to watch guys pee? So Krystal walked in on some hot guy peeing. He was so thrilled to see a chick in there when he came out he stood right in front of us and through his keys on the ground. Bent over and S L O W L Y picked them up making sure to show off his hiney. Of course we all screamed with delight, even if he was wearing some kind of pants from Gilligan's Island and Ug boots. When that didn't work we decided to move on to try and get up to the VIP area. We had the guy at the bottom of the stairs convinced but he said we would still have to get past the gigantic lesbian at the top of the stairs. We took one look at her and moved to our last gate. The security guard that was there is the same one I always see at every concert I go to. He hates me. I have trampled him a couple of times to try and get pictures. I told the crew just give up, but somehow Krystal got in. We slithered in with her and watched the rest of the concert from the back gate. It was pretty good since it was free.

Donna knows the gal that runs the wine bar at the fair so of course we had to make an appearence there too. That was ok because there was a super cute guy working the bar named Craig. I asked him if I through my keys over the bar, would he bend over slowly and pick them up? He said Maybe and grinned at me....Random thought: OH MY he's yummy! I took my keys out and Donna through them into the bar area while screaming "Oh ooopsie look what happened!" Some dumb girl kept picking them up and handing them to me even though we kept telling her no no no....she ruined all our fun with craig. I did however get some mardi-gras wine beads from him before I left. I know he wanted me... It was a work night so Donna, Krystal & I made our way to the bus, while the other two gals stayed to play some more. Of course I can't just get on the shuttle bus and go to my car. This time some little asian lady sat next to me. That's ok, until she started asking me if I liked the fair, if I went to the concert, if I was married etc...WHY? Did I look like I wanted to talk to her? I was looking out the DAMN window....Here's your sign! 

I think this will be my final fair story this year. 

Do you have a favorite story of a concert/carnival/fair you went to?

Friday Night Fair Fun

Ok OK, I know it's NOT Friday night, but pretend ok? Ryan complained that I didn't post about the NEXT night at the fair, so here we go... 

Jen B. and I had it all planned out. She would take the night off for the Berlin concert and we would go and have a swell time making fun of carnies, and I would of course drink too many blinky fruity drinks. I love making plans. When ever we go somewhere I make plans. Even if it's a shopping trip to the mall. *I* Plan it. That's just who I am. I can be spontaneous, but I always think things will go better if I plan...I am 75% of the time wrong. This was one of those times. 

I left work early to go home take a nap, paint my nails, do laundry, and whatever else you do before the fair. I hadn't eaten anything because I was going to grab something on the way home. I am driving down the road, trying to get away from all of the bad drivers when my car suddenly starts to pull to the left. I had my radio up so I didn't hear the thumpity thump of the flat tire. I turned my radio down and NEW. OK I can do this...I pulled over to the side of the road, and yep it was flat. I called my mom's shop (she happens to run a towing service) and told her I had a flat. She responded with "Call a tow truck" I sat there for about 10 seconds thinking, did I hear her correctly? "I thought I did mom!" I explained to her where I was and waited for the next available driver to come and rescue me from the sweltering car I was sitting in. (It was only 100 degrees that day!) When the driver finally did arrive he loaded up my car, and jumped back in the cab of the truck. I thought we were on our way until he looked at me and said we are stuck here for a while. I thought wow...What did I do to deserve this? Somehow he had lost his "J" hooks. Now I have no idea what that means, but it's a bad thing, and means I'm not going to get my nap. That made me cranky. Here I was sitting in the cab of a tow truck, hungry, tired and hot. To make matters worse the driver (who by the way is a super nice guy) thought his jokes were funny. They may have been, had I not been all pissy. We finally get his "J" hooks, and get back to the shop, I get my new tires and go home. (4 hours later!) I have just enough time to race through the shower and find something to wear since I didn't get to do laundry. 

I picked up Jen B. and we headed off to the fair finally. Again we took the shuttle bus to the fairgrounds. The ride there wasn't as bad as when Ryan and I went so I was relieved. We made our way to the blinky drink place where I ended up getting the same concoction as the night before. I figured since I wasn't eating funnel cake I should be ok. We ended up walking around the carnival area just to mess with carnies. I thought I saw my ex boyfriend Ken. Jen B. Wanted to yell out "Hey Ken" but I convinced her not to. If this was Ken, why didn't he say hi? This must not have been Ken...and he must have a twin. Yes that's exactly what it was...There is no reasonable explanation otherwise. Yeah so...We ended up getting out of that area without messing with any carnies this year. I do believe Jen B. Said something about them smelling like cabbage though. You'll have to read her blog to find out! I don't remember... 

We ran into some friends of ours there and decided we would all sit together for the concert. Jason wanted to sit on the end so he could rush the stage when they came out, so I let him. Berlin was awesome. They sounded great, and Terri Nunn looked really good. At one point she came out into the audience and Jason kissed her boots. It was a little over the top, but that's Jason. The real highlight is when he got to dance on stage with her. I would have gone too but I didn't want to get trampled in the stampede of people that ran up there. Standing right there by the stage was plenty close for me. When the show was over I decided since the drummer was signing autographs we needed a CD to sign. I threw money at Jen B. and had her shove her way into the line to get a CD. She raced in and back just in time to get it signed. YAY! 

As we walked around one last time, dodging puddles of vomit, we decided it was time to head home. We missed the first bus back to the car, which put us first in line for the next bus. Some people tried to cut in front of us, but the security guard let us on first like we were V. I. P.'s or something. (She must have seen my model walk) Jen B. Thought she was a lesbian and wanted us....Could have been true I dunno. After the bus was all filled up, the driver tries to start the bus. It doesn't work. This makes me nervous for several reasons. 

1. This bus is really hot, and I am already sweating. 

2. The guy behind us is rambling on about how he thinks he's going to be a pro boxer some day. 

3. The country music on the bus driver's radio is blaring. 

4. I REALLY wanted to get home in time to see "CG" since he was in town. 

every time the bus driver would attempt to start the bus, and it wouldn't start she thought it would be a good idea (and for the life of me I do NOT understand why) to sing "I'm a Honkey Tonk Man" OK first OF all she is not a man, nor is this a honkey tonk...SHUT THE HELL UP! When she finally got the bus started it seemed that the radio got louder. There just happened to be a freakin speaker right next to my ear! OH lucky me! I had a look on my face, according to Jen, like I was gonna kill the bus driver. I did in fact entertain these thoughts. I did contemplate getting off at the first stop and trying to catch another one. We really should have I thought it couldn't get worse....She starts telling JOKES! Not just jokes but NOT SO FUNNY jokes. One of which was not appropriate for the children that she had on her bus. We were, of course, the last stop on the bus ride back. That meant I had to endure this torture longer than anyone else. When we finally escaped or closet comedian bus driver's clutches it felt like hours later. 

I dropped of Jen B. and headed home. I called CG, but he didn't answer his phone. So I went to bed. Oh well at least the concert was great!

Joining The Gym

Why not? Why NOT join the gym down the block from where I work? Joe, the owner came in to grab a few boxes from us today. He introduced himself and I told him I knew who he was. He said "How do you know who I am?" I told him his massive arms gave him away. (Oh yeah and I see him everyday...DUH!) He told me if I joined his gym he would personally train me. I don't want to have massive body builder arms like him, cause that's just not very dainty. However, he is hot! I could really get into having a hot Italian guy sweating all over me...er I mean be my personal trainer. So maybe after work today I'll go check it out. Oh and did I mention the cute guy that used to work for me just HAPPENS to work out there? hmmmm this could get interesting!