It’s been a typical weekend so far, busier than weekdays in some ways since that’s when I usually do most of our laundry.

I did a rough sketch to give Tom an idea of what I want for my book cover. I don’t want to go with anything too complex, but as Mitch said, I want something that stands out as a thumbnail. Having just a stand of evergreens may be too simple and boring, and I want something that represents both the suspense and the fact that the two lead characters are lesbians and not gays.

The people in back were back to shooting again earlier. They fired a few shots, and I highly doubt it was to scare off predators as opposed to remind people that they exist. I’m glad I was awake and I hope they don’t make a regular thing of this. I’d hate to live further out where shooting is allowed if they’re going to shoot this much where it’s not allowed.

I gained back almost half the weight I lost even if it’s mostly water. That’s ok. I’ve known for some time now that until they have a magic fix of some kind, I will always be heavy. As long as I’m healthy and can get around well enough, it won’t kill me to stay fat.

It’s been two nights in a row now that the fucking dogs drove me crazy enough to have to crank up the sound machines. They went crazy from around 7pm - 10pm. Tom saw helium balloons this morning at the end of the drive and wonders if he was throwing a party one of those nights. I don’t know and I don’t care. I just want him to keep his shit to himself, be it his dogs or anything else of his he’s got going on. I don’t want to hear it down here and to have to wait till he gets home to control his fucking dogs just to be able to watch a movie in peace!

On the bright side to being stuffed in this old little dump with barking that follows us everywhere we go be it in the city or the country, we’re doing ok financially and we’re enjoying pigging out as we usually do on weekends.

Last night’s moving dream made the least sense of all. Charlotte and Jim were showing us condos or rentals they owned in Florida. Only Jim’s dead and we’d never get anything that was attached to others.

Still no new threats from Molly. Or her mom, I should say, since both Alison and I agree that the threats were not only too well written to be from Molly, but they had a threatening/protective air about them that would come from a mother. I just wish Mrs. M could see past the fact that Molly’s her daughter and into the fact that she’s a real sicko who needs help. And to be banned from the internet.

She’s got me bookmarked now, so that’s how she came to my blog today.

One of the funniest things they said when making their legal threats was that an independent observer will start monitoring my blog on Monday. They will leave a trail, but the pigs and DA can view it invisibly and I’ll never know they’re there, LOL. Well, we’ll see if I get any new regulars, but like I said, I’m not going to sweat these assholes. You make trouble for people and they just may make trouble for you by mouthing off like I did for a while. But her saying anyone could see her address (I can’t delete it from her own site where I left it in the comment section) and go to their house and harm them is a joke because they could do the same thing after seeing it in the fucking phone book. Besides, if the cops have any sense at all they would ask why she didn’t just delete the address where she could have if she was that scared for her safety.

She then contradicted herself when she said their local attorney advised them to work it out on her own. Then why would this independent observer and the pigs and DA be getting involved and why would the two officers they named belonging to their local PD want to talk to me?

Another funny thing was that they were going to make copies of not only all my blogs but my photos as well. LOL, what have my photos got to do with anything? Regardless, I received a page-long list of the latest legal threats against me. They go on and on about Texas laws, mostly, but I’m not in Texas. If they were going to go after a blogger, the state the blogger lives in would be the one to go after them. So if anyone’s coming after me, it’s California, not Texas, though I still very much doubt it since almost everything we do online is traceable. And as Alison said, all any DA has to do is just trace Molly’s online trail and that’ll give them a damn good idea of just how well-behaved and sound of mine she is. I just wish she’d start making threats. That’s what’s keeping her from being a stalker in the eyes of the law. Then again, even those who do make threats get away with it all the time. But while those she bothers with unwanted contact see her as a stalker, the law won’t.

The thing that has me a little nervous is knowing that God has already allowed me to be victimized by people who have picked on me way more than I ever picked on them. But the courts in Arizona didn’t see the welfare bum’s true colors because A, they didn’t want to, and B, they left no kind of trail in the way that Molly has. In this case, all law enforcement has to do is look and see, if they want to, that Molly herself is no angel. Molly’s also white too, thank God, so she can’t cry racism.

The only other thing that has me a little nervous is all the legwork they put into their threats. Sound familiar? That’s quite a bit of typing and research they did, and I checked, just to see if they were making these so-called civil codes up, and they’re not.

They said their notice would be posted to all internet addresses I maintain, but I never got any such “notice” anywhere else other than on Thoughts and Formspring. Could this mean that she doesn’t know about My Diary after all? Or how to find me on Facebook? I didn’t allow for notes on LJ or OD before I marked those blogs private, and there have been no visitors lately on LJ. She hasn’t even gone to my old KB account because she hasn’t been there for like over a month.

They also go back and forth in implying that action will only be taken if I continue to “harass” her and implying that they already are preparing a case against me.

Going further down the list of their bullshit claims, there’s no way any detective would take the time to wait at anyone’s home over someone saying they were going to show up at their place just once. Not unless they called them out right around that time.

I asked Alison to familiarize me with the Molly clan and where they are so I can know who I may be dealing with. She said that Sarah P is from Savannah, GA. She is 20 and works as a freelance writer/blogger as Miss Virtual Reality. She was or maybe now is again a friend of Molly’s who generally doesn’t get involved in things but can be a brat if you mess with her.

Then there’s Jenny who she says is fucked up. Any “anonymous” comment I get (though I have disabled that for now) that relates to sex is sure to be from her. She has warped views on what is okay to say and what isn’t and she’s been known to do Molly’s dirty work. She lives in California.

Molly has two sisters, Sara and Erin, and the Brownsville, Texas hit I got could’ve been from one of them.

One of the things Molly likes to do is write “letters” to those she’s lost as lovers/friends. And so I got an idea for a letter of my own in my last blog entry. Here’s a copy of it:

I don’t usually do this, but I guess there’s a first time for at least most things. So here’s a “letter” of my own. Once the intended recipient has read it, it may or may not be deleted.

Dear Molly. :

I, Jodi, am hereby pleading with you one last time to please leave me alone. No, I am demanding that you leave me alone. I wish absolutely no harm to come to you and I hope you experience the very best in life. But you have said you wanted to work this out on your own and strike a truce, and the way to do that is for us to never again contact each other anywhere, at any time, on any site, or for any reason.

I may not be perfect but you have left an extensive electronic trail of things that aren’t very nice and that also indicates a rather obsessive personality that some people (including myself) find scary. But I don’t think you’re a bad person. I think you just need to learn to channel your anger a little better.

You have been making on-and-off contact to me since last June and I have told you on my sites to STOP making to me. If anything about “no contact” is confusing to you or you have any questions, then I suggest you consult with a lawyer and have them explain it to you. I have looked up cyberstalking laws in your state and you have not threatened me but clearly you have “annoyed” and “harassed” me. You are also clearly in violation of the parts of this law that includes surveillance (by following me on all the sites I frequent) and contact (by sending me unwanted messages or comments or having your mother or friends do so).

I used to automatically delete anything you’d send me as soon as I knew it was from you (though it clearly shows on most of the sites I use that I’ve blocked multiple accounts that you’ve set up). I tried to ignore you, but you wouldn’t let me and when you would it wasn’t for long. I currently have most of my sites private or protected to cut down avenues in which you could contact me. Should I ever choose to re-open these avenues so as to no longer block others with good intentions and then see you start contacting me again, I will save everything I receive from you. This entry is time-stamped and proof of my instructing you not to contact me by any means prior to any contact I may receive from you in the future. This means that you will not be able to legally claim that you didn’t know about my ordering you to cease contacting me. Especially since HitsLink documents all my visitors here.

If I am contacted again after today, I may or may not choose to file suit against you for stalking depending on the nature of your contact and the frequency of it. However, if I am not contacted again, then there’s nothing at all to worry about and no legal action will be taken.

Your address is a matter of public info that anyone could post anywhere. And anyone could look it up in the White Pages and go to your residence. But no one I know was ever ordered to visit you. I do not know anyone in your town.

I realize that your year hasn’t been off to a great start and that you recently lost someone you were very close to and loved very much. I can relate. I have lost loved ones as well and I understand how heartbreaking it can be. But it is no excuse or reason to take it out on others.

I will not call you mean names in my blog, but be advised that I cannot control what others might say when they leave comments either here or on other sites I use. Right or wrong I can think of nearly a dozen people who have badmouthed you in their blogs and on other sites, posted your full name, physical address and phone number, and have even gone so far as to wish or threaten you with bodily harm. Yet for some reason, it is me you have been fixated upon lately despite the fact that I have never broken any laws where you’re concerned, nor do I ever intend to. Remember Amber from the old KB? If you think back I’m sure you’ll remember the vicious stuff she would post about you in her journal and in the forums. Things I would never post about anyone no matter how much I disliked them.

As long as my blog is set to public I can’t stop you from looking in, but if anything in it ever bothers or offends you (and I would say this to anyone), then all you need to do is just stop reading it. No one is ever forced to read any of my stuff. Ever. But I’m not going to keep playing these immature and childish games either.

I am totally forbidding you to contact me by any means or methods including email, blog comments, messages, friend requests or anything else of a similar nature. Anything that comes from you that gets my attention is considered unwanted contact from you to me. Contacting someone at their sites that have asked you not to do so is considered stalking. The same goes for your mother and your friends. They are also forbidden to contact me and I will not contact them. I don’t care what you write about me in your own blog as you have a right to say what you want, but I will not contact you and you will not contact me. Period. This is my final appeal to you, so good luck in life, Molly, and goodbye.

Later…

Yesterday I left a comment on Sarah P’s blog anonymously asking if she’s still friends with Molly or if she’s been stalked by her too, and she figured out it was me. She not only viewed my blog but tried to add me on Twitter.

But how did she know it was me? Has Molly been filling her in on what’s been going on? Or does she have her own tracker? And how did she find me on Twitter? I don’t have my Twitter link on my blog right now because my tweets are protected.

Another strange thing is that the administrator in Oslo came into my blog supposedly from a message received from Adonis, according to my tracker. I asked Adonis if he sent the administrator a message with my blog link in it.

It occurred to me that Adonis could be a pig that’s been investigating me under a bogus profile, though I doubt it and am probably just being paranoid. I haven’t done anything more or less than most any other blogger has done at some point, in which case we’d all be in legal trouble if it could really get us there that easily.

I can’t wait to see what tomorrow’s visitor list brings. Remember, I’m supposed to be monitored by an independent observer and secretly by the pigs and DA, LOL.

There have been only 3 views from Molly and she didn’t make them till about an hour ago. Kind of late for her. I wonder if it was her mother. I’m pretty sure she lives with her.

I just hope they’re not plotting against me in any way. If she is, all I can do is decline to accept any invitations to appear in court and hope the failure-to-appear warrant expires in time. It’s just that you usually get arrested first in these cases and it costs hundreds of dollars to get out of jail. Then you get stuck with a bond person and you’re basically just like a minor with a parent all over again, unable to run. We don’t have the money to simply up and run from trouble, so let’s just hope nothing happens and that this time around it’s me God protects and not the person who started this shit and who may very well never end it either. But for all I know He could be paving the way for her to get at me. What a great way to have the warrant discovered for the freeloaders than to have me get in a dispute with someone who calls the pigs on me? I mean, that was just sooo seemingly set up to play out that way. It just seemed sooo meant to be and like the freeloaders were sooo meant to legally torment me. Yes, yes, I do blame a lot of it on God. Maybe more than the actual players themselves since HE LET IT HAPPEN. :( Isn’t He supposed to have more control than us humans?

Got a view from Columbus with a different IP and carrier. I wonder if it was Christine.

Besides finishing up the laundry, playing with the rat, overeating along with Tom, and working on my book, I’m sick of this weather! First, though, Tom’s now reading the book to get a better idea for the cover. He’s 25% through and I’m 87% through the proofreading. He said that while it’s very well written, the beginning’s a little slow and the characters talk too similarly. I’ll have to work on this a bit more, but I guess we’ll still launch the book for publication around the 1st.

Anyway, the weather’s been cold and wet and it seems like each winter we’re here is colder and longer. Yet people make all this fuss about global warming. Well, it’s not affecting this area.

Last night’s money dream was a bit unnerving. Tom was returning something that was broken. On the way out of this store, where I had wanted to purchase some lingerie when I recognized a Jane-like character working there that I’d seen around town a couple of times before and noticed she seemed to like me, his brother appeared and walked not with us but by us. Tom said we were going to be really broke and mentioned something about a lack of water. I practically burst into tears at the thought of yet another poor spell and just never being able to get ahead.

In reality, I’ve come to accept it and that some things are just fated to be no matter how much we try to change things. I know we’ll be back in the poorhouse sooner or later. Like I said before, my sleep disorder and the fact that we’re living in a bummy old trailer at our age is enough to tell me something right there. But it still pisses me off and stresses me out. What did we do to deserve a life of so much struggling?

Before it was either move or do my teeth. Now it’s either get propane or do my teeth. Sort of. We could either keep stalling my teeth and load up on propane. Or we could get started with x-rays and get at least a couple of teeth pulled, and just keep getting our little 5-gallon tank filled as needed. But that’s too expensive that way, and you know how it works for me; God doesn’t let me get problems solved. He only lets me get them replaced.

My teeth started acting up again, but I got them under control a little faster this time around. And last night was amazingly and wonderfully quiet. :)

Right now I’m just worried about Molly. If a month or so goes by without any pigs or subpoenas popping up, then I’ll breathe a little easier. Just because she doesn’t have my address doesn’t mean the courts can’t get it through our provider, and somehow I doubt that having service in Jesse’s name would save us.

NO! I won't think like that. I refuse to. I KNOW I did nothing illegal. If I had, I'd already be in trouble. I will not let the legal revenge of 11 years ago make me fearful and paranoid.