F*ck A Duck

There’s a new site ( the title is the link ) that just started up that I think is going to be absolutely hilarious once people start posting to it. I know most people have had a “…F*ck a duck…” moment and since I think this should be fun, I highly recommend hopping over to read what the site is about… or hey, send something in!

On another (similar) note, I got two emails back from the snow demons. They both apologized, but basically said that they did what they wanted to and I had to “be tolerant of the city”. We’ll see how tolerant they are when I call the cops on their arses next time. It was a nice stress reliever to go off on a complete stranger, though.

Also my brother Van and his “wife” B-renda have been really freakin’ calling me lately. Mostly to make me help them move stuff that doesn’t fit in their cars. B-renda has been sending me these freakin’ camera phone pictures to my cell and it’s making me nuts! I can’t stand her leg-humping dog, why would I want pictures of his rat-looking face on my phone? Plus being nice to B-renda for this long has been so torturous I have to take it out online. I’ve been playing World of Warcraft to up my geek factor to a “whole nubah lebal” (whole nother level). Don’t worry, my posts won’t start out with “u r so not 1337~” or whatever.

Speaking of leet speak, I can’t stand Bobby Flay from the Food Network. There’s something about his ego that rubs me the wrong way, not to mention he never makes anything I like and his new show is stupid. Challenging people that make something really well to see if he can make it better? What a pompous arse. Not to mention he says something about, in the beginning, like ‘Will I win? Or will I be “the lose?”‘ I was like “THE LOSE!?” Someone has seriously been playing counter-strike too long or something. Don’t bring your poor english and bad cooking on my T.V. Man, he’s almost up there with Racheal Ray on my GRR list.

Lastly, is it just me or is the new Quiznos commercial messed up because of the girl that says, “It’s not lackin’ any meat. That’s what real women need!” and then she does this scary laugh? Her friend, or the woman standing next to her, has a pretty stone faced reation like, ok I’m going to agree so I don’t mess anything up here. Pretty funny, disturbing, but funny.

Oh Yeah!?

My war with the snow people continues! Here’s the email that I CC’ed to Daryl, the guy that called me and said he’d do nothing, when I emailed his boss Clint:

Mr. Keener, [Clint]

I live on [blah-blah-blah house across from school path blah]. Last Thursday, February 15 th, I watched as one of the school’s maintenance workers pushed snow from the path across the street on to my property, and then turned and blew the snow along the curb – going about half way around my property. I immediately called the school, but since school was out there was no one I knew to talk to about the matter and so walked over to the school to talk to the maintenance worker myself. I asked why he’d pushed the snow on to my property and his explanation was that he had 3ft of snow. Baffled, I said that now I had his 3 ft of snow plus the snow that was already there and that it was practically up to my chest. He asked me, rudely, what I’d like him to do about it and when I said that I’d like him to remove it he said he could probably push the snow further on to my property and up against the fence. I then explained that what he’d done was illegal, and that I didn’t want him to push salty street snow further up on to my property to potentially kill grass. He said he’d take a look. Forty-five minutes later he came and pushed the snow further on to my property and against my fence, even after I’d specifically asked him not to do that. At my wits end, I decided I’d wait until Friday the 16th to call and talk with someone at the school since dealing with the maintenance man didn’t work.

When I called the high school the principal’s secretary gave me Sue’s number and said that she was the person I needed to talk to. Sue was very kind and understanding, and asked what she could do to make it better with me. I’d explained that I wasn’t able to get through all the snow that had been snow blown onto my property alone and that I’d like if someone could come out and remove it like I’d originally asked. She said she’d pass my story on to Daryl Stumph and have him call me. When Mr. Stumph called he was very nonchalant about what had happened, explained that he’d driven by my property and had seen what had been done and that he saw no evidence of the snow being blown from the curb but that he saw where it had been pushed from across the street. He said he couldn’t guarantee that it wouldn’t happen again. When I got off the phone I felt bushed off and very angry. So I called Sue, who had been very kind, back and asked to be transferred to Mr. Stumph again.

This time I asked him why he’d called if he wasn’t going to stop this from happening, as it has happened year after year, and wasn’t going to do anything about it. He said he’d handle what he could on his end. When I asked him what he meant by that he just repeated that sentence with no explanation. Then he said when he made the trip by my property that he saw no evidence of the snow being blown from the curb and so I told him that if he’d like to come by again that I’d show him where the snow had been blown up, illegally, and I was very angry that he’d basically called me a liar. The phone call ended with him giving me no answer what “handling it” on his end meant he’d do for me and he also said that he didn’t know that it was illegal, that he didn’t know the law, and that if I wanted to quote him the law I could but that he didn’t know it was true.

So, I’ve included the city ordinance in this email, and the link incase that’s not good enough. I’ve also CC’ed this email to Mr. Stumph in hopes that this illegal snow dumping can finally stop. My family has been dealing with it for years and we’re tired of it. I came to him instead of just calling the police because I imagined he’d want to fix what his employee had done to me and I was sadly disappointed.

Thank you,

(a) No person removing snow from any driveway or sidewalk within this City shall deposit the same on the pavement or sidewalk of any public street or on any tree lawn in any public street, except the tree lawn immediately in front of the premises from which the snow is removed.
(Ord. 63-99. Passed 11-4-63.)

(b) Whoever violates this section is guilty of a minor misdemeanor.

And then I included the link. Hopefully this gets Daryl in a little bit of hot water considering how I was treated. I fully plan on saving this letter (thank you Gmail) incase I have problems with them in the future.

My Bad Side

When it comes to people that know me I like to think that no one thinks of me as a mean spirited person, but in reality if you’ve ever been on my bad side, or someone did me or my friends/family wrong, then you know I’m a force to be reckoned with.

I live behind the local high school and have to deal with many, many things done to the property because of it. See, there’s a path that leads from my street to the high school so when football games let out, or anything school related, something happens to this property. We’ve had our flag pole bent in half, our fence broken several hundred times including a time when a teenager plowed through it. Rarely do we call the police about it. Very rarely.

After all that, it’s really a pretty nice place to live. If I want to go over and see a game I can just walk there, the track is open to the public so I can walk that, and there are several trails and such around the high school that are just outside my front door.

Now to how these two things, my bad side and the high school, have clashed. Last thursday I was sitting at my kitchen table talking to my mom on the phone and I watched out the window as one of the maintenence people at the hich school pushed 3ft of snow on to my property, snow blowing more from the street (which is salty) on top of that. After he did that, he went along the curb and blew the snow from there up on to my property as well, going about half way around my property to do it. As I told my mom what was happening she told me to wave him down and tell him it’s illegal. So, I hike my butt to the high school in sub-zero temperatures to yell at him. He says he has no idea what I’m talking about, but if I want him to move the snow he piled up on my curb he could push it back further onto my property. I said, “I don’t want salty, grass destroying snow further back. Take it away.” He said, “I had 3ft of snow.” I said, “And now I have 6 ft, thanks to you. How am I suppose to shovel snow up to my chest away? It’s not MY problem when you don’t know what to do with snow, but you certainly made it my problem. Now I’m making it yours.” So he comes back 45 minutes later and pushes it further on to my property and up against my fence. Dude, are you kidding me? This means war.

So school was out and I wasn’t able to talk to anyone about what had happened, so I called the next day when school was back in. I was transferred to a Sue O. who was very, very nice and sympathetic and wanted nothing but to help me out. She said she would also call her boss and leave my story with him along with my number. I was seriously happy that someone was going to do something. We’ve dealt with this EXACT problem year after year, and we’re really freakin’ sick of it. So later that day I hear from her boss, who I thought was Jeff but apparently he’s like Gary or Garrette or some other G name. He started the conversation off asking me if I had a question. Uhhh… yeah, when are you removing YOUR snow from my property… but I didn’t say that. I told him the whole story, explained that his worker was rude, that Sue was very nice, and that something should be done. He said “Well, I’d like to guarantee that this won’t happen again, but I can’t.”

Whaaaa? It’s illegal! He went on to say, “You know how it goes, you tell one person, but then someone new does it the next time… things happen.” I said, “Umm…ok?” and he said, “Well, I’m sorry this happened and I hope it doesn’t happen again.” I said, “Right.” and I knew now that they weren’t removing what they put here and they weren’t going to prevent it from happening again. So when we hung up I called Sue O. back and asked her why she had Jeff or Gorden or whatever his name was, call me. She sounded really uncomfortable and said, “Well, he’s my boss.” as though her hands were tied. “Would you like to talk to him again?” So I said, “Yeah, transfer me, will ya?” So she does and I go OFF on him. I ranted. I was angry.

Me: So, you’re telling me that you can’t control your workers and that you don’t give a crap what they did to my PRIVATE property? Why did you call in the first place, to tell me you don’t care about the law? It’s illegal.

Him: No, that’s not what I said. Those are your words.

Me: You said you can’t guarantee that it won’t happen again, which says to me that you can’t control what your workers do, and that you’re not doing anything about what they did, so that says that you’re not doing anything about it. What part of that isn’t true?

Him: Look, I said I’d do everything I could on my end.

Me: Which is?

Him: *silence*

Me: Hello?

Him: Yes?

Me: What do you plan on doing?

Him: I said I’d do what I can on my end.

Me: Yes, what is that? Yelling at someone? Removing the snow? What?

He said he’d do what he could and I mentioned it was illegal again. Granted all he’d do was pay $5 – $10 at most, we’re not a large community, but it’s still against the law. The word illegal didn’t intimidate him. He said, “You can quote me the law, if you want to show me the law I don’t know, I’m not sure what the law is.” Whatever dude, so he thinks this is something little that I shouldn’t be upset about. Ok, that’s fine.

So I’ve gone online and I’ve printed out a copy of the city ordinance that says it’s against the law. I plan on sending it to him, his boss, and Sue O. Maybe it’ll make them sweat a little, hmm?


Well, it’s no fun to read a depressing blog but I have to say that it’s even less fun to write the way I’m feeling. I think I’m just missing the loads of snow we usually get and aren’t, and then again maybe I’m missing the sun, I really don’t know.

I feel like a lot in my life is about to change and that I don’t really have the power to stop it from happening. I just have this ucky feeling that my life just doesn’t have a purpose. I mean, I don’t have a “job” and when I mention going out and getting one I hear the complaints from both my mom and Keith. I’ve been thinking of doing some on-line schooling for web-design but I haven’t really been able to find anything respectable. If anyone knows of reputable on-line courses, please send me an email or leave a comment. I’m just tired of being me, and I feel like I’m holding back from something I can really do – possibly – very well.

Ok, I haven’t slept and so I’m going to go to the grocery store and bum around there and do some damage. I miss having a dog.

Horray for randomness! Sorry about the weird post.