He's Still My Brother

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Debbie L. Dina in the beginning...

 
Hello. I am Debbie Dina.
 
I have one brother, an older brother, Mark A. Errington.  He is a locksmith in the Eugene, Oregon area.  We used to play together all the time when were growing up.  Together we climbed trees, rode bikes, played football, flew kites, went swimming in our pool all summer long…ah, the good ole days.  


However, now he is very upset with me because of…well, hmmm…. I am not exactly sure.  I hope to understand why he needed to assassinate my character on the internet by writing this blog.  I am hoping that anyone who takes the time to read the awful things my brother has said about me will also read this blog as a counter to what he has opined and will weigh all the information before making any kind of judgment.  I also hope that by responding in writing to Mark’s allegations and lies will help me to heal from the painful, mental anguish he has caused me and my family. 


It all started right around 1975, yes, I know….a long time ago.  My brother and I had a tough time when our parents divorced.  We were pretty much left to fend for ourselves.  My brother was 18 at the time and I was 15.  Thankfully for me I was 15 and still required, by law, parental supervision.  Mark on the other hand, was 18 and was literally left out in the cold.  I didn’t realize at the time that Mark was sleeping in his car at truck stops, breaking into our grandmother’s trailer to sleep, and various other places that he describes on one of his websites.  At the time this was going on I don’t remember ever talking to him about these things.  Now that I know what he went through, I am very sad that my parents couldn’t, or wouldn’t, do more to help him.


Let’s skip to right around the late 80’s.  By this time, I am happily married to my high school sweetheart and we have 3 adorable little girls and Mark, well, he is still trying to figure out what he should be doing with his life.  Our sister and her husband moved to Washington and Mark decided it would be good for him to move to Washington too.  He didn’t have enough room in his truck for all of his belongings, so he asked me if he could store some boxes in our garage until he could come and get them.  Of course I said yes.


A few years later, in August of 1993, my little family had an opportunity to move to Indiana to get our children away from the Southern California riots and violence.  What a blessing it was.  In preparing for our move we had to box up everything we owned for the movers to load on to the huge truck and take it to Indiana.  While I was going through the things in the garage, I came across Mark’s boxes.  I didn’t want any of his things to get broken, so I opened and re-packed his cartoon character glasses from Taco Bell, 1970’s Popular Mechanics Magazines and other miscellaneous items he had.  From what I can recall from 22 years ago, I believe I came across an electric bong in one of Mark’s boxes.  Yes, the kind from which marijuana is smoked.  Here was my conundrum: on one hand I have 3 little girls that need their momma and on the other, I have a bong that is illegal…hmmm, what do I do?  I throw it away of course!!!!  I was not willing to put my children at risk of losing their mother for Mark’s bong.  I think I made the right choice.

 
Over the years following our move to Indiana, Mark asked me to send his boxes.  He said he would reimburse me for the shipping.  I told him I would try to send them.  But, in all honesty, his boxes where low on my list of things to do.  Did I mention I was married and had 3 little girls…oh, and I worked a full time job in a busy law office? Traipsing down to the post office with huge boxes after work or on a Saturday was not a high priority, especially when I was busy running kids to soccer practice, soccer games, gymnastics, band competitions, or attending school volunteer meetings, parent/teacher conferences x3, etc.  It was a busy season in my life.

 
Finally, a few years after we moved from Indiana to New York (not that part of NY, the pretty part near the Adirondacks) Mark made some ugly remarks to me via email about his boxes, so I packed them up and sent them on their way.  There were 3 big boxes and it cost nearly $300! He did reimburse me, for which I was very thankful.

 
That’s the story.  This is what I believe to be the reason for Mark posting my most private life moments on the internet, in addition to many lies.  I hope to address each of his comments in a separate blog post.  I invite you back to see how this saga plays out.  There will be a comment section; that is, if I am doing this whole blog thing correctly, and I would welcome your comments.  I am trying to understand how someone can be so mean spirited to another human being, having such a deep desire to harm a person's reputation by distorting the truth and revealing personal private life events on the internet.  It boggles my mind.

 
Thanks for reading.
 

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  • Mark Errington

    Below is money that Debbie took for personal use from our dad's trust account (attorney fees for getting truck title, truck repair, part of travel expense) and attorney fees, etc., caused by Debbie for Breach of Contract includes; Costs of suit., Willful Breach of Contract including interest, attorney fees, costs and punitive damages; Intentional infliction of emotional distress; Misrepresentation and fraud; Breach of the covenant of good faith and fair dealing; and False Pretenses.

    Debbie was a little abusive with our dad's trust money. Check out the website below.

    Stop payment fee for Bea's check: $34.00
    Wire fee for Bea's new check: $20.00
    Wire Fee ? : $30.00
    Attorney fees ? : $497.34
    Attorney fee for Stop Payment check: $7,500
    Attorney fee for Dad's Truck title: $405.40
    Dad's Truck repair: $347.19
    Part of Debbie's Total Travel Expense: $2,000
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    Total: $ 10,833.93
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    Debbie owes her sisters & brother each: $3,611.31

  • Mark Errington

    Debbie posted:
    He didn’t have enough room in his truck for all of his belongings, so he asked me if he could store some boxes in our garage until he could come and get them. Of course I said yes.

    The True is:
    I had all my things in a 10 ft by 10 ft storage that I was paying rent. I had all my things plus a motorcycle, 420 KX dirt bike, and a three rail motorcycle trailer. Debbie helped me sale my trailer and dirt bike by letting me put them at her place. Debbie also asked if I would want to put my things in her garage. I told Debbie that it may be awhile before I could get them. She said, That okay! So I did because I would of had to pay for storage fees while I was in Washington.

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    Debbie posted:
    While I was going through the things in the garage, I came across Mark’s boxes. I didn’t want any of his things to get broken, so I opened and re-packed his cartoon character glasses from Taco Bell, 1970’s Popular Mechanics Magazines and other miscellaneous items he had. From what I can recall from 22 years ago, I believe I came across an electric bong in one of Mark’s boxes. Yes, the kind from which marijuana is smoked. Here was my conundrum: on one hand I have 3 little girls that need their momma and on the other, I have a bong that is illegal…hmmm, what do I do? I throw it away of course!!!! I was not willing to put my children at risk of losing their mother for Mark’s bong. I think I made the right choice.

    The True is:
    All my boxes was packed and taped by me. My name was on every box! My electric bong was cleaned, packed in paper, taped in its own box and ready to ship.

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    Debbie posted:
    Finally, a few years after we moved from Indiana to New York (not that part of NY, the pretty part near the Adirondacks) Mark made some ugly remarks to me via email about his boxes, so I packed them up and sent them on their way. There were 3 big boxes and it cost nearly $300! He did reimburse me, for which I was very thankful.

    The True is:
    I the summer of 1997 (age 39), while I was at a 4 year college in Ellensburg, WA. I asked Debbie to send me my boxes and I would pay her extra money for her time, gas, and packing material. She never did. I asked, and asked, and asked, nothing mailed to me. So after waiting for 14 years for Debbie to ship my things I got very mad and was finding ways to motivate her to send me my things. Also, the total cost to ship the three big boxes was $228.02. I have a copy of that receipt, dated 11/09/2010. I gave Debbie the extra money as I said 14 years earlier, it was $71.98. Making the total I sent her $300.00. I was going to wait 14 year to send her the money but I thought about it and I didn't want to be like Debbie.

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    Debbie posted:
    This is what I believe to be the reason for Mark posting my most private life moments on the internet, in addition to many lies.

    The True is:
    Statements on the website about Debbie and her family are true. She is just not happy about seeing them there. Welcome to the world wide web!

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    By the way, did Cindy ever get her Hamilton Junior High School Year book from you? It was packed with my year books!

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    Who are you going to believe?

    1) Debbie, the Thief, the Adulterer, the Trust Account Abuser's story?
    OR
    2) Mark (brother), the Victim, the Person with Evidence, the Eye Witness's story?

  • Mark Errington

    After ALL these years Debbie admits to stealing some of my things. Wow! I worked for a Moving and Storage Company years earlier so I think I would know how to pack my things correctly. ALL my boxes was the size of a small u-hual box, taped, and my first and last name written over the tape so I would know if Debbie cut the tape, and she did! Debbie is just finding excuses to cover up her theft, and other problems. On Debbie's website (http://debbiedinaowesmemoney.com/) you will find these postings in case Debbie decides to delete this blog.

    Theft: In common usage, theft is the taking of another person's property without that person's permission or consent with the intent to deprive the rightful owner of it.

    Let this be a lesson to everyone who knows Debbie L. Dina, DON'T TRUST HER, DON'T HIRE HER!

  • Mark Errington

    The story of Debbie Dina's Love Life and Problems on the Way, by her brother, Mark. Everything in this statement below about my sister, Debbie, are true and without any false pretends. Just because Debbie does not remember or recall what she did back then, does not mean that I am giving false statements. Over the years I think about my past over and over again, and the people in it. Songs I listen to, remind me of things that happened in the past.

    Before Debbie ever started dating, one day at church, she ask the lord into her heart. I was standing right next to her at the time. So a lot of good that did Debbie over the years. It seems like if Debbie or her younger daughter, Kim, does something wrong they use the excuses that a lot of fake religious people use, "I will be forgiven", or "Jesus will forgive me", or "God will forgive me", etc. My personal view, and I told this to Kim on facebook, if you are knowingly doing something wrong, why did you do it in the first place?

    Debbie is unable to see what she is doing is wrong. So DON'T waste your time hiring her.

    Before we begin...let's think about this...
    1) Debbie got married to a nice guy, Joe (aka Mick) and cheated on him not once but at lease 8 times (she slept with 1 or 2 guys, the rest just dated?) that I can count, and most of them from what Debbie told me at the time
    2) Debbie stole items from her brother, Mark
    3) Debbie stole money from our dad's trust account. She was the only person in charge of the trust money.

    For some reason her brother, Mark is the bad person of the family. Why? Debbie comments the crimes and the brother is the bad person. This family is fu#ked up!

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    When Debbie (age 14-15) was in the 9th grade at Hamilton Junior High School in North Long Beach, California, she dated her first boyfriend, Jim (age 17-18), who was in the 12th grade at Davis Star Jordan High School. Jim was Debbie's "first", if you know what I mean. After many months of them dating, my mom told Debbie that she had to break-up with him, and so she did. Debbie (age 16) later dated a guy name Doug. Doug was Debbie's "second", if you know what I mean. She broke up with him a few months later because he wanted to have a three way with another girl, and Debbie. Debbie was not into that. Then Debbie (age 16) met Joe (age 17 or 18, aka Mick, her husband then and now) at a party. Up to this time our parents were together, and Debbie and I was living at home. When our parents divorce around or before Christmas time, Dec 1975, Debbie and I (Mark) moved into a three bedroom apartment with our mom. I had a waterbed and found out that Debbie and Joe had sex in it when I was gone...somewheres? Debbie told me about this years later. In the mean time our mom was going out with her friend Carol looking for men to date leaving Debbie and I eating pizza more then a few times a week. My mom found a guy, Ron, and dated him for about three and then moved in with him and left Debbie and I with no place to go. My mom basically told us to fit for yourself. So Debbie (age 15-16) moved in with Joe (age 17-18), I move into my VW bug. My dad at the time was not able to take in anybody because he was living in a studio apt in Torrance, CA. About three months or so went by, Debbie ended up moving in with my dad and started going back to school. In the mean time, my dad bought Debbie a small cheap car so she could get around in. Then later my dad bought Debbie a silver, Dotson 240Z sports car. I still had my VW bug. By this time Joe went into the Army or the Marines and was in the reserves. One time I went with Debbie to see Joe at a military base. I took a picture of Joe as he was walking to the car. Debbie told me, No, and for me to put my camera down. Jumping years ahead...on Mar 10, 1979, Debbie (age 19) and Joe (age 20) was married at my mom's place in Downey, CA. Some time later, Joe had to go to Orlando, FL, for reserves. Debbie (age 19, party girl) just married and her new husband out of town decided to date some local guys. As I remember Debbie telling me that she was dating 6 different guys a week. She said that after a month of dating these guys she was tired and so she stopped dating them. I saw one of the guys Debbie was dating. He looked like a body builder. Nice guy, short black hair with big chest muscles. I might have a picture of him somewheres. I have a picture of Debbie, in her bikini, walking on the beach to him. When I was about 18 yrs old I bought my first 35mm SLR camera (I still have it today!) and took lots of pictures. I wanted to try and be a photographer so I was taking lots of pictures. Debbie and her date were at Redondo Beach, in Torrance, CA. A short drive from where my dad lived and where Debbie was staying. Not sure how many months went by but Joe told Debbie to get an abortion because he didn't think that the baby Debbie was caring was his. So Debbie got the abortion. I remember mom telling me about this and where Debbie was staying. I went to the small type hospital in Lakewood or Bellflower, CA, where Debbie was staying. When Debbie first saw me her first words were, "Mark, What Are You Doing Here?" It was an uncomfortable filling for both of us, but I just wanted to see my sister. Later Debbie drove back to Orlando, FL, to try and save her marriage. Joe should of divorce Debbie but as you can see he did not. Joe could of found someone better because he is a likeable guy. I went to school with Joe since the 6th grade. We liked the same girl, Brunette, but she liked Joe more. So now back to Debbie's trip to Orlando, FL...not sure what happened in Orlando, Fl, but all I know is that Debbie was heading back to California and my mom wanted me to fly out to Orlando, FL, and drive back with Debbie to make sure she comes home safe. My mom bought my one way ticket and off I go. So after I get to Debbie's place in Orlando, Fl, I didn't see or don't remember seeing Joe. That night Debbie took me to a place that had a rotating bar and disco lights. Debbie had some girl friends there and one of them asked me to dance. I said, no, and that I don't dance. She was a cutie! I don't remember if it was that night or the next night, maybe our last night there, Debbie and I was driving to see the Elvis Presley impersonator and Debbie tells me that she and him hooked up. I said, WHAT?! Debbie said something like, well he looked like Elvis. So here I'm sitting, close to the front row, watching this guys bad Elvis Presley impersonation, thinking that he slept with my sister. As the years past, I'm thinking that Debbie just wanted to say "Good Bye" to him by showing up for one last time. I'm confused how Debbie thinks, she went to Orlando, Fl, to save her marriage but ended up sleeping with a Elvis Presley impersonator, while her husband was in the same town?! What was Debbie thinking? Our last night there we stayed with a friend of Debbie's, her name was Pepper. Now, we left Orlando, Fl, going to State Line, MS, to see relatives and spent the night with them. All this time Debbie and I are driving, Debbie is smoking! I hate smoking. I complaint all the way to Arizona where we broke down. Debbie's car over heated and we found out the thermostat was bad. So we drove to the nearest gas station in the middle of nowheres, the sun was setting, and it was almost dark! We pulled into the gas station, facing a opened garage door, with a guy inside. Debbie tells me to stay in the car. Debbie walks up to a guy that looks about our age and talks to him for a short time. She comes back to the car, and I remember being dropped off at a airport somewheres in Arizona, flying back to California, and seeing Debbie driving away in a jeep type truck with two guys she never met. A few days later Debbie told me or whoever was in the same room, that morning when Debbie walked into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee she scared the guy's mom. Debbie told us she was just wearing her panties and his shirt at the time. Base on Debbie's past history, there is a good chance that Debbie (age 17 or 18) and the guy from the gas station hooked up that night. Debbie ended up driving back to California by herself. Years later Debbie (age 22) had her second child, but first born, Stacie on Jul 16, 1982. I told Debbie when I was photographing Stacie (age 5?) that she should try and get her in commercials but Debbie didn't want that for her child. Stacie had the look and maybe the skills too. I think she would of be a wonderful model, and maybe a great actress!

    That's the END of Debbie's Love Life.

    Debbie Dina owes her sisters and brother, Mark, each $3,611.00 from our dad's trust account. Debbie took and miss used the trust money.

    So Debbie, how long do you want to play this game with your brother? I hope not for 14 years! At some time it will end up on Ripoff Report.com. Is this what you want?

  • Mark Errington

    I wonder what lawyer would hire Debbie:

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    Werner Schultz Rhonda R
    210 Grand Ave
    Wausau, WI 54403
    (715) 298-9004
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    Cullen Weston Pines & Bach
    122 W Washington Ave #900
    Madison, WI 53703
    (608) 251-0101
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    Crooks, Low & Connell, S.C.
    531 Washington St
    Wausau, WI 54403
    (715) 842-2291
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    Schmidt Law Firm
    123 Grand Ave
    Wausau, WI 54403
    (715) 845-9621
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    Ellison & David
    630 4th St
    Wausau, WI 54403
    (715) 845-1151
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    Eaton, John, Overbey & Welles, LLP
    513 Grant St
    Wausau, WI 54403
    (715) 843-6700
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    Froelich Law Offices
    125 S Quincy St
    Green Bay, WI 54301
    (920) 430-9640
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    Jerome A Maeder Law Firm
    602 Jackson St
    Wausau, WI 54403
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    Daubert Law Firm LLC
    1 Corporate Dr
    Wausau, WI 54401
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    Cveykus Law Office
    625 Washington St
    Wausau, WI 54403
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    John Fisher - Health Care Attorney - Ruder Ware
    500 1st St #8000
    Wausau, WI 54402
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    Davczyk & Varline, LLC
    1400 Merrill Ave
    Wausau, WI 54402
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    Pietz Vanderwaal Stacker
    530 Jackson St
    Wausau, WI 54403
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    Gray Law Firm
    408 3rd St #400
    Wausau, WI 54403
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    Bremer & Trollop Law Offices
    2100 Stewart Ave
    Wausau, WI 54401
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    Strasser & Yde
    305 S 18th Ave #210
    Wausau, WI 54401
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    OLSEN LAW OFFICE
    2309 E Wausau Ave
    Wausau, WI 54403
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    Terwilliger Wakeen Piehler
    327 N 17th Ave #301
    Wausau, WI 54401
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    John Jokela Law Firm LLC
    207 Grand Ave
    Wausau, WI 54403
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    Jackman Law Firm LLC
    2100 Stewart Ave #140
    Wausau, WI 54401
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    Grischke Law LLSC
    2703 Rib Mountain Dr
    Wausau, WI 54401
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    Mary M. John, Attorney
    513 Grant St
    Wausau, WI 54403

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