The Ice Palace

…and I was wondering why exactly I took 7 days off of work to do absolutely nothing.

Seriously, there was no reason to take a vacation. I mean I planned this great vacation, complete with great guy. Unfortunately, the best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry. Or in my case when I make plans with men who are really mice, they always go wrong. That’s OK. I won’t make that mistake again. Next year I am going to go on vacation alone, or take one of my girlfriends. Or maybe just not take a vacation… or maybe take a vacation to a place where I can meet a great guy, and never see him again. In any event SG will not be there.

So I guess this closes the chapter on SG. It was a lovely romantic fantasy, but when reality set in he decided he was better off living in his fantasy world where the only thing he has to do is go to work, ride his motorcycle and play with his dog. I wish him much luck in keeping that dream alive. I really do, but sadly I need more than a man who has an aversion to wearing shirts, and has an unnatural affection for his dog.

Next!

And you know who you are!

Helpfull advice from Iceprincezz:

1. If you are going to stalk me, Block your IP address. I am jus’ saying.

2. If you are going to stalk me, you should prolly not have sent me naughty videos that I would be happy to share with your girlfriend or anyone else that would like to read my blog! *giggle*

3. If you need a hobby may I suggest Ping Pong? Stalking is not really your forte’.

4. If you are going to stalk me, maybe you could just call me and ASK me what you want to know instead of trying to go all stealthy… mmm k?

5. Obsession is bad.

EDIT: I would like to point out this has nothing to do with a certain someone who thinks it is about him (LOL It’s not always about you!). Being paranoid is bad… This is about someone I have actually dated. Move on, Nothing to see here!

I thought maybe, just maybe we could have one day where we all worked together to make a difference, and help people, the causes and charities that all meant something to us.

Why? Why couldn’t that happen? Why does it always have to be some big giant pissing contest about who is better at what?

WHO CARES?

There are millions of people on this earth, Millions of people & animals that need help. Millions of sick and dying people and animals, millions of children that don’t get enough rice each day to feed them. In the grand scheme of things… does it really matter who does what better? NO!

There are millions of internet radio stations out there, if you listen to ours great! If you listen to someone else’s great… it doesn’t matter. It’s not a contest… It’s not a war… It’s not who does what better. We all do this music thing because it’s what we love. I doubt anyone starts a station just to “get back at the other person” cause ya know what? IT IS a lot of work, and time, and money…

There are million of blogs out there, if you like mine… super. I don’t write about politics, religion, or deep brooding issues because my blog is a silly blog, that’s just what *I* like to write… if you don’t want to read it. Fine. Go read a different one! Give WebKittyn a read. Give Monty a chance. How about Yoshi, Or Queenie? Seriously…

Iceprincezz’s helpful advice:

If you don’t want drama, stay away from it.
Drama breeds hate, and hate breeds all kinds of bad things.
Remove people from your life who are “shit stirrers”
Stay away from people and things that make you sad.

If we learned anything from yesterday, it’s that life is way too short to worry about petty things.

….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 you…it 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 talking…it 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 mean…you know…furniture. 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.

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?…um 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

Why is someone in Maryland searching for these keywords?

dry, hump, brother, with, howdy, doody and…

HOW did this lead them to my blog? Will someone please explain this mystery to me!

..It’s that time of year again when I get all bear-like and start to hibernate.
The leaves are starting to change colors, and the mornings are cooler now. I love this time of year! I would much rather snuggle up under a throw blanket and watch a good football game, with a nice hot cup of tea, than go out on the town, or even be sitting here bored out of my mind at work.

These are the kind of days when you feel like working on little projects around the house. I started my Halloween Spooky Town village in August. This is my first year villaging so it took me a while to get the hang of what I was doing. Lots of trial an error, but I think I am just about finished. I guess I could have just set the village up like last year, but after seeing some other people’s displays I HAD to do something better. Now I am starting to plan my Christmas village, and my mom has even joined in the villaging madness.

If that wasn’t enough, WebKittyn of WebKittyn’s Warbles and some friends started an internet radio station. It seemed like so much fun, and all the kewl kids were doing it. So, with a little bit of coaxing…I joined the on air talent. So now Saturday afternoons, from noon-3pm(EST) I will be having my own little radio party on KMRL! Come listen, and join us is the radio chat room…Make a request. I might just play it!

“The Return of The EX” should be the name of a movie and *I* should star in it. I swear, just like clockwork, every few months one or more of my exes will return for whatever reason. It’s bizarre really. The other day I get an E-mail from “Chef”. He is accusing me of posting on this web site called Dontdatehimgirl.com, and telling the world that he is a cheater. Now the funny part about this is, he IS a cheater. However, that was like YEARS ago…so really…Get over yourself…I don’t care about you enough to post stuff like that now…but he doesn’t believe me. Whatever…no loss. Then out of the blue CG sends me a message on Myspace. What the crap? OK for those of you that forgot what CG did…Go HERE, I’ll wait. OK now that you remember..yes THE INSANE ONE! He was Just saying HI…and oh yes he is sticking to that…”I went to Germany” story. In fact he and I spoke briefly on the phone, and yes, he continued to go on and on about Germany. NOTHING he said made sense. Before he left he claimed his truck was re-po’ed because he was leaving, yet he shows me photos of his truck…DUH! I really am thankful that I am no longer a part of his little fantasy world.

*sigh*
Why are men so stupid?

In THIS scene, B.B. his family, and friends continue to read my blog on a daily basis. YAY ME!

Well you know what? YOU may think I am an evil bitch…
but I am a smart evil bitch…

I CAN SEE YOU…I know your I.P. Address I know WHEN you visit. I know if it’s a link from your Yahoo E-mail…I know what ISP you use…and I know you are checking me out from work.

So go away Stalkzillas…You read what you needed to read.

Move along, nothing to see here…

Or Why Stupid People Should Be Banished From MY world…
(…and this is my world)

O.K. for those of you who have just joined me, or people who have forgotten, or just because I like repeating myself, (I like the beach) I go out on Thursday nights. CLICK HERE to remind yourself. It doesn’t matter if I drink mass quantities of Vodka or water. I am old! I can’t function on 3 hours of sleep anymore.

Last night on the way home I did not drunk dial. NO! Jen did not take my phone away. I do believe I rambled on about C.G. and how I saw a train not once, but twice yesterday, and it didn’t make me weepy, because I have happy childhood memories of trains. (I was a *foamer at a young age) I wasn’t even planning on getting on line last night. It never fails. I will come home, feeling all tired, and emo. I will get on line, and drunk E-mail. That’s so much worse than drunk dialing, because there it is glaring at you from your sent box the next morning. I had left my computer on when we left the house, so when I sat down my purse it hit the mouse, and I noticed there was a message on my Yahoo IM. That never happens because first of all, when did I log into there? Secondly, why did I leave it open? So I sat down and looked and it was from Texas Guy, saying he had lost my number. I didn’t really expect him to ever call me again, because I had e-mailed him (45 times) and he didn’t answer. I thought what the heck and sent him a message back before I went to bed.

Debi: LOL Yes, and you also deleted your account. OK well it was fun talking to you so call me sometime, here is my number again 555-555-5555.

Not 15 seconds later he returned the message, because he was on line at 3:00 AM Texas time! How was I to know?

T.G.: OK give me a sec.

Debi: OMG LOL You were not spose to be online…I was just leaving you a message.

So he called and we chatted for a while. It was nice again…but again he is still in T E X A S. He asked me when I was going to come to Texas, and I told him that if Diva had her way it would be Mississippi and soon! (Unfortunately my southern family will have to wait since this is peak season for me, and since I enjoy having my job so I can’t go anywhere, yet.) I had to get some sleep so I cut the conversation short, but I slept like a baby. O.K. a giant snoring, drooling baby…but still!

So I get up late. Mainly because I was dreaming about Patrick from Spongebob Squarepants, and I didn’t want to get up. I rush out the door, and there is ooodles of traffic. When I go to work there isn’t a lot of traffic, but I guess everyone is getting a jump on their three day weekend travels. My drive to work usually takes 10 minutes, but today it took 20! So, that gets me to Starbucks late. Now people who go to Starbucks, me included, are lazy. I mean why on earth would you pay $4.00 for coffee you can make it at home for less, unless you were lazy, or really liked something with a crap-load of caffeine and chocolate? I take lazy to a whole other level. I use the drive-thru. So I am dazed and driving along, and mind you *I* have the freakin right of way, when this crazy chick in a crappy blue(I hate blue!!!!) car pulls right in front of me so she can be in front of me in Starbucks. YAY! You Ms. Blue crappy car lady, YOU ARE a winner because you will get your frappacino sooner than *I* will…Oh the horror! I should just throw myself off a cliff now….You win…yes that’s right crappy car lady YOU win. I concede. So yeah…I am now pissy. So I am sitting behind her, and she has SO many stuffed animals in the back window of her car that she can’t even see me give her the SU-FI. That makes me pissier. Then she takes…and I am NOT kidding here…10 minutes to order. Now I know Starbucks can be confusing if you are a noob or something…but 10 freaking minutes?! I could have driven to the Starbucks on the next corner and ordered faster. Oh the fun does not end there though. We finally pull up, and she turns the corner to the window and because her vision is hampered by the enormous amounts of stuff animals that seem to be multiplying all over her car, she doesn’t turn sharp enough. (Or maybe it’s because she is a complete moron—and stupid people make me sad) So she BACKS UP. Um, hello?! I am RIGHT behind you…What ARE you doing stupid blue car stuffed animal lady!? I realize my car has a giant dent in the side, but that doesn’t mean I want icky blue paint on the front too. So I honk, just a tiny bit so she knows she is being stupid. I don’t do anything else…Even though I wanted to tell her to return her license to the cracker jack box she found it in. Then it happens, she GLARES AT ME!

OH NO SHE DIDN’T! <—Said with a southern accent. Had I not been really tired, and strapped into my car by my seatbelt, I would have probably unleashed some “Super Burrito Fury” on her. Lucky for her…I am lazy.

*Foamer: Train Industry term for one who loves trains a LOT!

OK I am trying to make it happy Monday, but I am failing miserably. Usually Monday’s at work fly by because I am so busy, but not today. The phones seem to be quieter than usual. This is not such a good thing. I need to stay busy. I need to keep my mind off the past. I need to keep moving forward. I need a new distraction.

My weekend wasn’t much help…it was strange. I spent Friday night out singing karaoke at a new place. Our friends Veigny & Mohawk told us we just had to go. It was a 40 minute drive to get there, and we had been out the night before so Jen and I were both wicked tired. It was pretty packed when we got there, so we grabbed a seat in the corner. People were looking at us like we were new meat. The crowd was a lot different than we are used to, so we were a bit timid, until our friends showed up. I felt better after I sang, and realized that people were not going to throw tomatoes at us. That’s pretty much where all the good ends. At some point our friend Rachel decided all of us needed to do shots…It was all down hill from there. I ended up drinking way too much. Someone is lucky they didn’t get punched in the face, as they decided to sit in my seat EVERYtime I got up. I had enough, and luckily it was time to go home. I think I did a few “drunk dialing” calls before the night was over, then passed out from mental & physical exhaustion. I probably would not have gotten out of bed on Saturday if I didn’t have to get my nails done so badly. Saturday night I stayed home, and did nothing exciting…I needed a break. I feel like I need about 16 days to sleep…It HAS to get better.