Family. It's a funny thing. When you come from a family that is as large as mine, you are bound to be fighting with someone. That's alright. When your family you can say what you want, speak your opinion (like it matters). However, if your not my blood and you say something negative about my family. Watch out. Attack mode sets in.
It was a stressful day for some of my family. It has been over three years ago that we have lost a loved one to murder. How do you go on from that? How do you not have anger deep down about this loss? Revenge? How do you try to understand what happened? I'm not sure. It is like a limb is lost. You can move on and learn a different way of life, but you will always have this phantom feeling of that limb. You will always think he should be here. He should see this. Share this. I still grieve for him. I still miss him. I can deal with my pain. I have a hard time dealing with my loved ones pain. It is however, amazing that as a family we can come together. We can love each other so deeply. We all share this loss. Yet, there we are, a group of people with all this love and still hurting. It's very emotional. I am so lucky to have the family I do. To have been raised with strong family support and values. Family love. I would never take it for granted. I am very blessed. Thank you God.
Wow. Is this really my blog? Where should I start. Am I able to say it here? Like I really mean it? Does my opinion mean anything? Who wants to hear what I have to say? Fashion, style? Hair or make-up? What about marriage and breakups? Oh boy. I could get in trouble. What's new!
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Friday, September 2, 2011
UPS driver watch out
You know when you can tell that it is just going to be an ugly day? You know when you wake up and can't find anything to wear in your closet, that is flooded with clothes. You know when your taking a shower and the drain is so plugged that the dirty water is rising up to your knees by the time your ready to get out. You know the one. The one that on your way to work, your stuck behind a driver in the passing lane that is going 10 miles under the speed limit... and then it goes something like this:
Busy work day (cutting hair) one after the other. The Salon Coordinator comes back and says that I need a money order. I ask her to run to the bank to get it (because that is all the company will accept), only to have my assistant come back and tell me that the UPS driver wouldn't wait or come back. Trying not to look as pissed off as I am, because I have a client in my chair and I should be worrying about her hair, not killing the UPS driver. Ugh. I finally (maybe 5 min. later) run out the door with check book in hand to find the woman in the ugly brown uniform. I spot her at a few business' down the street. "Hey lady" I yell. She tries to avoid eye contact. "Hey you, lady" I yell again as I'm gaining on her. I want my order, and I want it now. She say's with attitude "I only have to stop once and you weren't able to get it". Are you flipping kidding me. I said "I"m going to the bank, right there" and I point to it. "You better have my stuff back at the boutique." She say's "I don't have to." Now mind you, between all of this, I have to go to the bathroom real bad. I asked her if she is the sub for this route. Thank GOD she was. My regular driver knows the routine. This story could get real long. I get to the bank, only to have the teller tell me she couldn't give me a money order. Well, I was pissed, but not as mad as I was when I opened my check book to find no checks. Wow. I yelled. Now I had to run back to the Salon/boutique to get more checks. I will be back in a hot second. Talk to your supervisor. They do this all the time for me. I finally get my money order. I poke my head out the door to look both ways for the ugly brown truck with the ugly brown uniformed witchy woman. There it is (and I'm talking about the woman). Another block away from the Salon. I run down to the truck. Waiting (legs crossed, doing the pee-pee dance) for her to come out of the building. I shove the money order in her face and tell her that she better have that box of clothes at my door step by the end of the day. It was a stand off. She didn't want to give in and I didn't want to pee my pants. Let's just say I got my clothes and I got to go to the bathroom.
The day continues: I have two appointments not show up for their cuts and color (very frustrating). Although I was able to steam my clothes. I'm so glad it's friday and I can order my fish fry. A smile finally comes across my face. They tell me it will be 45 min. No problem. I go to the bookstore to check out the running and muscle magazines to kill some time. I want to buy a bag of chips so bad. I however know that I have a bad heart and favor the idea of just eating my greasy fish fry it will only be a few more minutes. While waiting, I drop my magazine. Yup, I bent over to pick it up off of the floor and I heard and felt the rip and flash of my ass crack coming through my new 300 dollar jeans (no worries, I got them on sale big time). Now what was I to do? How was I to get to my car to pick up my fish fry? I did it. ONLY to get there and have that woman tell me "I hope you enjoy your fish, it's only been done for 40 min." You know what? Give me my damn fish. I get home to enjoy the cold fish and my yellow undercooked baked potato.
I should have just ordered the damn fries.
Busy work day (cutting hair) one after the other. The Salon Coordinator comes back and says that I need a money order. I ask her to run to the bank to get it (because that is all the company will accept), only to have my assistant come back and tell me that the UPS driver wouldn't wait or come back. Trying not to look as pissed off as I am, because I have a client in my chair and I should be worrying about her hair, not killing the UPS driver. Ugh. I finally (maybe 5 min. later) run out the door with check book in hand to find the woman in the ugly brown uniform. I spot her at a few business' down the street. "Hey lady" I yell. She tries to avoid eye contact. "Hey you, lady" I yell again as I'm gaining on her. I want my order, and I want it now. She say's with attitude "I only have to stop once and you weren't able to get it". Are you flipping kidding me. I said "I"m going to the bank, right there" and I point to it. "You better have my stuff back at the boutique." She say's "I don't have to." Now mind you, between all of this, I have to go to the bathroom real bad. I asked her if she is the sub for this route. Thank GOD she was. My regular driver knows the routine. This story could get real long. I get to the bank, only to have the teller tell me she couldn't give me a money order. Well, I was pissed, but not as mad as I was when I opened my check book to find no checks. Wow. I yelled. Now I had to run back to the Salon/boutique to get more checks. I will be back in a hot second. Talk to your supervisor. They do this all the time for me. I finally get my money order. I poke my head out the door to look both ways for the ugly brown truck with the ugly brown uniformed witchy woman. There it is (and I'm talking about the woman). Another block away from the Salon. I run down to the truck. Waiting (legs crossed, doing the pee-pee dance) for her to come out of the building. I shove the money order in her face and tell her that she better have that box of clothes at my door step by the end of the day. It was a stand off. She didn't want to give in and I didn't want to pee my pants. Let's just say I got my clothes and I got to go to the bathroom.
The day continues: I have two appointments not show up for their cuts and color (very frustrating). Although I was able to steam my clothes. I'm so glad it's friday and I can order my fish fry. A smile finally comes across my face. They tell me it will be 45 min. No problem. I go to the bookstore to check out the running and muscle magazines to kill some time. I want to buy a bag of chips so bad. I however know that I have a bad heart and favor the idea of just eating my greasy fish fry it will only be a few more minutes. While waiting, I drop my magazine. Yup, I bent over to pick it up off of the floor and I heard and felt the rip and flash of my ass crack coming through my new 300 dollar jeans (no worries, I got them on sale big time). Now what was I to do? How was I to get to my car to pick up my fish fry? I did it. ONLY to get there and have that woman tell me "I hope you enjoy your fish, it's only been done for 40 min." You know what? Give me my damn fish. I get home to enjoy the cold fish and my yellow undercooked baked potato.
I should have just ordered the damn fries.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
fuzzy day
A day in my head today is a little fuzzy from a day in my head last night at Sol Blu. Ugh.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
cheesy salesman
I'm telling you what, my biggest pet peeve (besides someone smacking - ugh) is when I'm working with a client and I get interrupted by some cheesy sales person off of the street. Sure walk right in. No worries. My client doesn't care that your taking up her time. She only has half of her color applied to her head. Why don't we sit down and talk about what your selling. We can deal with her hair later.
Don't come into my business with your song and dance to tell me about how I'm missing out on the next best thing. Then tell me it's free. Nothing is free. That's when he smiles at me and says well cash free. What? Are you kidding me? Buddy, if you want to sell me something and really think that I'm going to be interested in it, then first you need to make an appointment. Second, you need to feed me something. Anything really. Just to show me you appreciate me taking time out of my busy day. Third, be honest. I'm not stupid. Lay it out there. Be real. Otherwise you get the ugly Debbie. God knows, I will be honest with you. I don't have that sensitive gene. Skipped right over me.
If that doesn't work. Make sure I'm scheduled to be off and talk to Jon. He buys into just about anything. Good luck.
Don't come into my business with your song and dance to tell me about how I'm missing out on the next best thing. Then tell me it's free. Nothing is free. That's when he smiles at me and says well cash free. What? Are you kidding me? Buddy, if you want to sell me something and really think that I'm going to be interested in it, then first you need to make an appointment. Second, you need to feed me something. Anything really. Just to show me you appreciate me taking time out of my busy day. Third, be honest. I'm not stupid. Lay it out there. Be real. Otherwise you get the ugly Debbie. God knows, I will be honest with you. I don't have that sensitive gene. Skipped right over me.
If that doesn't work. Make sure I'm scheduled to be off and talk to Jon. He buys into just about anything. Good luck.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
A day in debbie's Head.: Happy Anniversary
A day in debbie's Head.: Happy Anniversary: Today is the day I think? 15 years ago today. It was a wednesday. Jon worked until 2:00. While I tried to find the appropriate wedding d...
Happy Anniversary
Today is the day I think? 15 years ago today. It was a wednesday. Jon worked until 2:00. While I tried to find the appropriate wedding dress to get married in. That dress turned out to be one hot mess. I mean really? Navy blue dress with a huge bow in the middle. Cropped Jacket to match. I wasn't going to a business meeting for the love of God. I was getting married. Wow!
The ceremony was a quick one at the court house. A simple one. I think they were in a hurry, because both dates are wrong. From the receipt to the marriage license. The license says I'm 10 years older than what I am. Eh. We had dinner at the beautiful Four Seasons Resorts. Jon cut some flowers out of their front garden. He wanted to make sure when we posed for our wedding photo in front of the Limo (that was there for someone else) I would have a gorgeous bouquet. Entertainment immediately followed at the casino. Our best man, Maid of honor and ourselves. WINNING
No big deal. No big wedding. No big reception. We didn't spend thousands of dollars on flowers, photos or invitations. We didn't have the desire for that. It was about us and that was it.
I love knowing that I always have someone on my side. That when it comes right down to it. It's Jonnie and I. It's still that simple. Happy Anniversary to my best friend. Now.... lets go get some sushi.
The ceremony was a quick one at the court house. A simple one. I think they were in a hurry, because both dates are wrong. From the receipt to the marriage license. The license says I'm 10 years older than what I am. Eh. We had dinner at the beautiful Four Seasons Resorts. Jon cut some flowers out of their front garden. He wanted to make sure when we posed for our wedding photo in front of the Limo (that was there for someone else) I would have a gorgeous bouquet. Entertainment immediately followed at the casino. Our best man, Maid of honor and ourselves. WINNING
No big deal. No big wedding. No big reception. We didn't spend thousands of dollars on flowers, photos or invitations. We didn't have the desire for that. It was about us and that was it.
I love knowing that I always have someone on my side. That when it comes right down to it. It's Jonnie and I. It's still that simple. Happy Anniversary to my best friend. Now.... lets go get some sushi.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
friendship/death
As I was running today, I was reflecting on the life of a new friend. Unfortunately I did not really get to know him for very long. He lost his life last friday night and I will be attending his funeral this evening with a group of girls from work. As, I was thinking of him, I came to realize how short or long life can be. I wonder if you live till your 100, do you think wow - that went by quick? They have a page on fb that you can leave funny stories of Adam. Because he was that funny kind of guy. Trying to hit on a girl at a restaurant as she is walking into the bathroom. She say's (with a frightened look on her face), "I'm only 16". He of course say's "Make sure you friend request me on face book". I'm reading some of these stories and come to realize most of them have to do with him doing crazy things and not wearing much clothing. Which of course (for whatever reason) makes me wonder what I'm going to wear to the funeral tonight. Something simple? Something black? Or just my undies?
We only have so many real friends in our lives. We have a lot of acquaintances. You know - Hi, how you doing? How are you parents? I really don't have much else to say, so I will stand here for the proper amount of time and then move on. But, true friends. I mean really good friends, not family friends that you have to love. Well maybe you don't, but I do. Family is family (that's a whole other blog), I'm talking about no blood. The person you could count on for anything. They are rare and should be cherished.
I think I may have learned something important today. If you have a friend that you have lost as I have (I'm moving on to another friend. Sorry, try to keep up). Not thru death, but differences it may not be to late to make a mend. To have no regrets. I wonder.... if I broke my leg out on the trail and had my phone, would they still come and get me? Would they still do anything for you despite your differences? Is that a true friend?
Peace and love, Debbie
We only have so many real friends in our lives. We have a lot of acquaintances. You know - Hi, how you doing? How are you parents? I really don't have much else to say, so I will stand here for the proper amount of time and then move on. But, true friends. I mean really good friends, not family friends that you have to love. Well maybe you don't, but I do. Family is family (that's a whole other blog), I'm talking about no blood. The person you could count on for anything. They are rare and should be cherished.
I think I may have learned something important today. If you have a friend that you have lost as I have (I'm moving on to another friend. Sorry, try to keep up). Not thru death, but differences it may not be to late to make a mend. To have no regrets. I wonder.... if I broke my leg out on the trail and had my phone, would they still come and get me? Would they still do anything for you despite your differences? Is that a true friend?
Peace and love, Debbie
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