Updates comming SorS on many great happenings....well...

I will be updating the post with many things Saturday or Sunday. Meme, Storage unit auctions, name spelling, Dell forum boards, and of course the tale of the great dane poo.

Off to Costco!

Do you know how to spell your name?

While headed to the boring storage unit auction my friend Barney babbled on about this and that. I didn't pay attention to most of what he was saying as it all had to do with his unemployment, his new bank account, and trying to pay bills online. So as he goes on and on he finally gets to a part that peaks my amusement. He says that he keeps getting denied for paying a bill because someone who was putting his name in the system had misspelled his name. I guess as he called them to get it correct he started to question the spelling of his name. He got off the phone with them without correcting the problem because at this point in the story he told me that "I have to check my birth certificate because I thought I spelled it 'ery' not 'rey' hmmm" At this point I started to laugh and had him repeat the whole story because I was only half listening. Once he got back to the point in the story where he said he was going to have to find his birth certificate I told him that to get his license he would have had to provide that so he could just check that. He just turned 38, maybe that has something to do with it, although he swears that it was 'ery'. His real name is Jeffrey for the record.

Storage Units.... He he he I said unit...

Every so often I like to goto storage unit auctions. For those of you who don't know or haven't been it's just like it sounds. They auction off storage units that people have not paid for or fell behind on rent. They have every opportunity to pay for them, but this is about me.

I started off going to these looking to find some furniture or something cool and found that it is a lot of fun... for me. There are of course some dirty guys there that make their livings off of buying these and they are usually the one that outbid me. I am however the one who sits there and cracks jokes the whole time... maybe getting a chuckle from everyone but mostly for my entertainment. For that reason I like to go with someone I know... this way I don't end up missing locked in a empty unit. Now it's always a gamble to bid on a unit because you can only look in and cannot go poking around so aside from what is directly in sight you never know what you'll get. I have bid and won once and although I threw away about half of what was in there I was able to sell a few items and make my money back as well as end up with a shotgun, tools, metal cabinet, and a bunch of other stuff I will end up using for Halloween.

There are tons of these auctions all the time, and if I had the patience to check all the news papers I would probably end up going to way more... instead I come across a stray email or mailing or craigslist ad and decide to call Scott the night before or even that morning and we go. This time was no different, I found out about it the day before asked Scott and decided I would go. Scott had to back out first thing in the morning so I decided to go wake up my friend Barney last minute and drag him with me. We got there just 5 minutes before it started and Scott was able to make it there with us and we all stood around cracking jokes... mostly about each other.

Now this auctioneer usually starts the bidding pretty high so I didn't have any high hopes for anything..... Oh my god I just realized this story has no end nor anything interesting about it. I started this to tell a different story entirely....Lame story short... I didn't buy any units, only bid on one, and it was pretty boring. Game over.

The Scooper VS A Clean Car

For weeks now scooper1 has needed to be washed. Every time I would think about washing it, the snow would come or I knew I would be driving on a dirt road that was muddy. Well the time came last week and although I wasn't feeling well I broke down and washed it. Feeling that I had done a good job and Scooper1 was looking shiny again I dreaded over the news that once again a storm had come in and I would be driving in snow tomorrow. Scooper1 is once again dirty and they say there are no storms on the horizon so I may just wash it this week. So to add insult to my dirtiness my friend Barney came over to hang out for a bit and saw how dirty Scooper1 was. After I told him of how it was clean and got dirty the next day he then proceeded to tell me how he washes his car 2 to 3 times a week and I should do the same. I decided not to point out that he has no job and I do... I don't have the free time to wash my car all the time... damn job keepin my car dirty!

Prison guards and the Super Bowl

How much of a coincidence is this? I have now met 3 separate people here in Fernley who just happen to work at the High Desert Prison in Susanville. Whats so strange about that you ask? Well my cousin happens to be incarcerated there and during the super bowl party I went to the topic came up and low and behold but the new guy I met actually knows my cousin! Pretty crazy if I do say so myself! He said he would say hi for me which is pretty cool since I di write to my cousin every so often. It's nice to send out a personal "hello." Although I guess if I just sent out the form to be admitted to go visit him that would be better... Well thats on it's way so this will have to do for now.

Yo what up!

The Scooper VS the Fernley Floods

Last month tragedy struck Fernley in the form of a levee breaking and flooding thousands of homes. My quarrel was not with the flood waters but with the silt and mud left behind at my customers houses. Luckily everyone we know and all of our customers houses were safe but it was very close, in fact within inches for a few houses, but everyone was fine. That fine silt and mud left behind has in fact on more than one occasion made my shoes into platforms. I end up standing so tall that I have to get int o the car through the sun roof. And try as I might but the damn stuff just wont scrape off my shoes. I am continually doing the moon walk on the street just trying to get a few inches off. Even now, weeks later, the grass looks fine but as soon as I begin to walk its like being on a stair step machine. I'm going to have to get a longer rake.

AAAAAHHHHHHH Yeah! I'm back baby!

Every weekend there was something to do and during the week it was trying to figure out what houses didn't have that much snow. Anyways I'm back baby! The Christmas lights have just been taken down, Halloween items have been put away, and the snow has begun to melt.

So many things have been going on that I should have been updating this but pure laziness kept the site from seeing a new post for months. It can't be that I was too busy during the week because for the past 3 weeks half the houses had too much snow to pooper scoop them. In fact it seemed like at the beginning of the week the night before it would snow like crazy wherever I was supposed to be. Then the snow wouldn't melt and the next week new snow would pile on top of that layer. One of my customers back yard, has had so little sunlight and so much snow that the entire yard is 4 inches of ice. It's pretty crazy when you have to bring a heavy metal shovel to chip that shit away.

Oh and I was sick for the past 2 weeks and that was hell. I still only have a partial voice and get winded moving around too much. WAH! Time to get to work!

Halloween kicked my ass!

As of today there are still skeletons up on the roof. They sit there waving and mocking my inability to have taken them down. One even hangs upside down... I want him to fall... I think he's flipping me off... I hate him the most.

http://themerrydrizzle.blogspot.com/ Melanie's blog was just voted best blog of the day... check it out!

Guerrilla warfare in the bushes

This is just a note to one of my customers.

Dear Charles,

I just wanted to let you know that there was an entire yard for you to utilize. I mean the yard is huge, there's the grass, dirt at the bottom of the hill, gravel, hell even the rocks around all the trees. With that in mind I just have to ask one question. Why do you feel the need to hide... no... camouflage your poo in bushes. Is it your way of wiping to back that ass up into the bush to do your business? What made you decide to hide your dirtiness? I am here to let you know that other dogs do it and you don't need to hide it anymore. What does it hurt you ask? I had to buy a special rake and your yard takes me twice as long. So I beg of you... please... no more steamers in the bushes.

Thanks,
The Scooper

The Scooper VS being done in time for Halloween

What! Another post! Not really... I am so behind with Halloween that is not funny. All I have left is... lights, props, hidden sections, finish the graveyard, fog machines, exit, exit lighting, the potions room.... oh this just goes on and on... This weekend is my last weekend to get er done... gotta go!

The Scooper VS Newsprint deadlines

The castle has been finished! Over the last week Melanie and I have been working day and night to get the front of Frightmare Mansion completed. I had to empty the garage of all this wood I got for free off CL from a trade show booth. While I started to move things out I realized that some of the pieces could be used perfectly for the front facade. After spending the better part of Saturday building it Melanie and I painted it and it look awesome!Both sides have windows that are lit up at night with a couple scary guys in there. Wednesday night we got a call from one of the local newspapers saying they would be coming by Thursday to take pictures. As soon as Melanie hung up the phone I started listing out what needed to be completed so that the picture would be awesome... after staying up most of the night painting and making flags for the front Melanie was beat and while she was doing that I was busy fixing up the graveyard as the windstorm two days before had it's way with most of the decorations.

We finished everything I wanted just hours before the press showed up. They are going to run our story next Wednesday and then the week after as well! Now all I have to complete is the rest of the haunted house. D'oh!

Slave Labor and the Scooper

Earlier this week I had the daunting task of clearing out the garage. I needed to do this because I need to get the walls up as soon as possible but everything in the garage was a bit too much for me. Knowing this I called in the troops!My buddy Scott showed up first and right to work we went. I swear the garage was half full and within a hour it was starting to look like we could get the job done. Then my buddy Barney called (after flaking out on me over the weekend he was now ready to help) and headed over. We got the entire garage cleared out and I asked if they wanted to stay for pizza. After they both said yes I said "Good! I wanted help putting up this netting!" Although they did help me put it up in the end they also rebelled until I was able to provide them with tasty beverages.


Thats what I get! It looks great and now I'm off to start the walls!

Who's eating bacon?

I am so sore... with much help the Haunted House is on it's way... I will update everything tonight!

The truth has come out about our haunted house...

We know there have been rumors about our Haunted House. Some of the rumors going around are so far from the truth we have decided to set the record straight.

In 1896, Billy Smith was just 8 years old. Billy was sent to live with his Uncle, a rich and sinister man. Billy’s Uncle had a very big house with a very large staff. He even employed an unusual scientist to help make strange, some say evil, potions to help him make more money. No one was allowed in the scientist’s laboratory.

Billy’s curiosity eventually got the best of him and he entered the forbidden laboratory. While in there Billy came across a beautiful bottle with a label marked “For Billy.” Billy, of course knew it was meant for him, so he drank it.

Starting that night, Billy was tormented by not only nightmares but Billy described them as “Frightmares” because they were so horrific. Night after night Billy would dread going to sleep because he knew what awaited him…Frightmares.

About 5 years ago, we found Billy Smith’s diary at an estate sale and bought it. Billy’s diary contains all of the Frightmares that tortured him over the years and believe me, these are very scary indeed. We have used portions of his Frightmares in our Haunted House, which is why we call it Frightmare Mansion.

We don’t know why the scientist had the potion for Billy in his laboratory to drink. We don’t even know what became of Billy; his last entry was when Billy was just 12 years old. Since we purchased Billy’s diary we have had strange occurrences in our house. We believe that Billy’s ghost is roaming around at night in our graveyard pleased that we have used his diary for our own Frightmare Mansion.

Don't make me have to win a contest to get your bill paid

It's funny how someone that has not paid for six months or ever has the nerve to call after I talked to her in person and say that the bill is wrong. Add to the fact that we didn't even charge her any late fee's, oh well! Hi Ho, Hi Ho, it's off to collections she goes. A radio station that I listen to (in Reno and Sacramento) is having a promotion called "pay my bill." They will pay any monthly bill amount (up to 3K) as long as you listen at 7:20am and if your name is called, you must call within 9 mins. It's pretty sweet, I should send in this lady's bill, then maybe we would get paid.

http://www.robarnieanddawn.com/newsite/index.html

This show is what I keep on my ipod for scooping. These guys are great!