Sunday, March 4, 2012
Monday, January 9, 2012
Feuding Morons 2
Well this is not exactly what I had in mind but it works too....giggle, giggle. At least now the Hannivigs, Drobs & Burgios no longer have the dumpy little house to feud over. Unfortuantely, dumb as he is, I'm afraid, Ronald Hannivig is going to continue to be the voice of discontent. He still continues to insist that he owns the burned out hulk of what used to be a house. This guy thinks that just because he has been paying the taxes and garbage fees for 20 some years that it made him the big boss of the entire property. The guy doesn't know when to quit, even when he has been beaten by better people.
Anyway, that's one building the town WILL be tearing down and it can't come soon enough. I still hope to see the town condemn the rest of the property at 315 - 319 Main Street, Simpson. The entire property has been badly neglected by all involved since the death of the "REAL" owners back in the 40's or so. First of all the heirs, DROBS, were the first to neglect it and only kept it be cause they didn't want the Hannivigs to have it. It was completely controlled by the Drob Heirs from about the 1960's thru about the 2006 or thereabouts. The real problems actually started when Ronald and his wife and kids came up from Florida and moved right in around the mid to late 1980's. Ronald started sucking up to Joseph the minute the blob moved in. Ronnie was a parasite and wormed his way waiting all the remaining years he lived in the upstairs apartment and waiting patiently for Joseph to die. And when he finally did, Ronald started his mad dash grabbing for complete power over the entire property. Now he made like he was lord of the manor and rightfully owned everything. God help those foolish enough to contest his ownership, worst yet if they dared to move into one of the residences and stake their own rightful claim. (We did dare to do just that). But at the time we didn't have much choice since we were living in our old dilapitated 1973 Coachman Leprechaun (RV). It was winter and the snow was about to begin and it was going to get cold. We needed a real roof over our heads before it got bad. Between Ronald and his sister Veronica (Nikki) and her dirt bag kids there was almost no peace from them from the moment we moved in. I admit that I also brought my own family members to make some problems worst. I also lived to regret it as one can tell from a few of my past blog posts here. Ronald, Nikki and Katherine all tried their damnedest to sue us in court and all three lost miserably, simply because they refuse to accept the fact that they don't own the property. In fact, just as the town counsil has stated in the following article , They have NO RIGHTS concerning the property whatsoever. They are only still living there by the grace of the DROBS and thats all. But of course the Drobs are really no better. They are all just as hateful in their own right. They walk around like they are so much better than anyone else, always looking down their snooty noses at those less fortunate in life. They never liked or accepted me right from the start when i was first introduced to the family. I came from an extrememly low income home and didn't have the proper upperclass ettiquet required to be a Drob. The other drawback was that I was an Irish. Cherokee Indian, and atheist, instead of a nice slovak/Italian girl who came from a good family of catholic origins, infact, I still am an atheist. Everything was against me from then on. But what really made up their mind was that I was out with some friends shortly after I had met them. Now a few of those friends happened to be men and the rest were women. But anyway, we suddenly bumped into my new would be in laws. And of course a few days later I heard about it and it turned into a complete dislike from then on. I ruined their son's life and they wanted me out. When it didn't happen they rebelled by never allowing me inside their residence. Oh woe is me, like I cared. Not in the least what they claimed i did was nothing compared to what their own daughter did to them earlier in her life. That really brought them some embarrasment. They just couldn't get over my imagined indiscretion.
I have spent more than 30 years in this family and their is almost nothing I like about any of them. They pretend to like me and are very sweet and pitiful towards me. They don't like me and I know it, they simply tolerate me. They don't really like my husband he has been a cast out since he met me and refused to get rid of me. I really don;t care if the Drobs, Hannivigs or Burgios like me or not.
But one thing for sure, with the house burning down in Simpson, I can't really say I am sorry about it because truthfully I'm not. It was bound to happen, the place was dilapitated and dangerous for anyone to live in. At least now nobody will get hurt in there. Anyway, click on the link I have posted from the news story. Lovely house now for sure :) Enjoy!!!
http://www.thecarbondalenews.com/news/x1274022736/Legal-battle-brewing-over-Fell-Twp-fire-house
Anyway, that's one building the town WILL be tearing down and it can't come soon enough. I still hope to see the town condemn the rest of the property at 315 - 319 Main Street, Simpson. The entire property has been badly neglected by all involved since the death of the "REAL" owners back in the 40's or so. First of all the heirs, DROBS, were the first to neglect it and only kept it be cause they didn't want the Hannivigs to have it. It was completely controlled by the Drob Heirs from about the 1960's thru about the 2006 or thereabouts. The real problems actually started when Ronald and his wife and kids came up from Florida and moved right in around the mid to late 1980's. Ronald started sucking up to Joseph the minute the blob moved in. Ronnie was a parasite and wormed his way waiting all the remaining years he lived in the upstairs apartment and waiting patiently for Joseph to die. And when he finally did, Ronald started his mad dash grabbing for complete power over the entire property. Now he made like he was lord of the manor and rightfully owned everything. God help those foolish enough to contest his ownership, worst yet if they dared to move into one of the residences and stake their own rightful claim. (We did dare to do just that). But at the time we didn't have much choice since we were living in our old dilapitated 1973 Coachman Leprechaun (RV). It was winter and the snow was about to begin and it was going to get cold. We needed a real roof over our heads before it got bad. Between Ronald and his sister Veronica (Nikki) and her dirt bag kids there was almost no peace from them from the moment we moved in. I admit that I also brought my own family members to make some problems worst. I also lived to regret it as one can tell from a few of my past blog posts here. Ronald, Nikki and Katherine all tried their damnedest to sue us in court and all three lost miserably, simply because they refuse to accept the fact that they don't own the property. In fact, just as the town counsil has stated in the following article , They have NO RIGHTS concerning the property whatsoever. They are only still living there by the grace of the DROBS and thats all. But of course the Drobs are really no better. They are all just as hateful in their own right. They walk around like they are so much better than anyone else, always looking down their snooty noses at those less fortunate in life. They never liked or accepted me right from the start when i was first introduced to the family. I came from an extrememly low income home and didn't have the proper upperclass ettiquet required to be a Drob. The other drawback was that I was an Irish. Cherokee Indian, and atheist, instead of a nice slovak/Italian girl who came from a good family of catholic origins, infact, I still am an atheist. Everything was against me from then on. But what really made up their mind was that I was out with some friends shortly after I had met them. Now a few of those friends happened to be men and the rest were women. But anyway, we suddenly bumped into my new would be in laws. And of course a few days later I heard about it and it turned into a complete dislike from then on. I ruined their son's life and they wanted me out. When it didn't happen they rebelled by never allowing me inside their residence. Oh woe is me, like I cared. Not in the least what they claimed i did was nothing compared to what their own daughter did to them earlier in her life. That really brought them some embarrasment. They just couldn't get over my imagined indiscretion.
I have spent more than 30 years in this family and their is almost nothing I like about any of them. They pretend to like me and are very sweet and pitiful towards me. They don't like me and I know it, they simply tolerate me. They don't really like my husband he has been a cast out since he met me and refused to get rid of me. I really don;t care if the Drobs, Hannivigs or Burgios like me or not.
But one thing for sure, with the house burning down in Simpson, I can't really say I am sorry about it because truthfully I'm not. It was bound to happen, the place was dilapitated and dangerous for anyone to live in. At least now nobody will get hurt in there. Anyway, click on the link I have posted from the news story. Lovely house now for sure :) Enjoy!!!
http://www.thecarbondalenews.com/news/x1274022736/Legal-battle-brewing-over-Fell-Twp-fire-house
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