OMG, what a whack job! I just noticed this crazy message that came in at 2am last night in my “other” box on Facebook from Mommy Dearest. She must’ve lost Tom’s number because she hasn’t called him.

Some of what she’s saying is bullshit and some of it I don’t even understand. She’s not only highly delusional but such a shitty writer that a lot of what she says gives me a WTF? moment. All of it, however, is positively insane. I had no idea she was this crazy. It’s sad when people like this have kids. What a great example she’s setting for any kids/grandkids she may have.

I reported her message as harassing and insulting and blocked her.

Really hope these nut jobs back off real soon. I refuse to feed the trolls like I stupidly did with Kim and Molly. I’m not mentioning them in the blog at all. But will they come after us be it by themselves or through the law? Innocent of any wrongdoing or not, I know how twisted our laws can be, and people do tend to side with those with kids.

I don’t get the part about “you pop up on her face” or “in court you can invade my daughter's life of living with autism, and about why I’m a disabled vet.”

I don’t know why she’s a disabled vet and I don’t care. That has nothing to do with being promised calm rats that are really skittish. They’re getting better, but still have a ways to go.

The crazy signs were there from the start; I just didn’t see them. It’s probably not only been her and her alone that I’ve been talking to, but when we met in the parking lot, the first thing out of her mouth was being a disabled vet. Again, like we care? Like it matters?

Then she put one of the rats up to my ear and said to listen to his breathing cuz he was having problems. I heard nothing.

“Check their breathing every night,” she told me.

And what am I supposed to do if they make any funny sounds, give them a shot of my inhaler?

Again, this makes no sense because she claims to use bedding that can’t mess with their lungs. It’s the stuff we’re going to try to see if it’s worth it. We’ve just been anti-wood shavings due to the dust in them, but these Eco-Shavings are said to be triple-screened for dust.

When she mentioned what’s probably her fictitious sheriff friend seeing pics of her grandbabies and me insulting her grandbabies, I was like, WTF? Just WTF? What grandbabies? And then I realized she was referring to the rats as her grandbabies. Tom and I were ROTFL over that one!

She makes like I’ve sent dozens of messages to them when in fact it wasn’t even half a dozen exchanges after I told them how I felt about them, and that was days ago. They’re the ones still hanging onto me… calling, emailing, messaging, etc. Hope they keep it up, though. It doesn’t make them look very good. Meanwhile, I’m the one that’s had to block them on Facebook yet they want me to leave them alone?

“The sheriff is reviewing our stuff.” This contradicts what she said before. She can’t keep her story straight. They got all these orders they want, and then they’re looking to get them.

The “I hope your period gets better” is a little funny. But they’re starting to scare me. These nuts aren’t in CT or TX. They’re right here in town! Made a post about a friend having a stroke and thinking of flying out to see her. Hopefully, this will get them to back off, but that will depend on just how crazy they really are. Here’s Dee Dotson’s little rant:

Just to let you know, we took pictures of all the slander. Also looking at the cage due to you not using right litter that we asked you to buy, within 2 weeks your babies will start getting sick, and the felt, when they per on it, they chance getting merca, a respiratory illness that will shorten their lives. They are not potty trained yet. Due to the stress you caused my autistic daughter, and your post showed I told you and you don’t believe it, I am seeking a restraining order and a cease and desist. When you know someone has a disability, and you pop up on her face, And send slandering remarks to her about the one thing she loves, there’s a crime,crimes against the disabled. You also criticized my grandbabies. I’m also a veteran and you triggered my PTSD. So you may have changed your blog, but I had my daughter print them out right away. Sadly,your rat’s will be sick because you chose not to listen. I feel sorry about your neighbors you blog about, and I hope your period gets better. Yes, I read all you sent to my child. The sheriff is reviewing our stuff, and in court you can invade my daughters life of living with autism, and about why I’m a disabled vet. I feel sorry for you. Don’t point fingers till you look at yourself. I’m asking you to leave us alone. Im printing this for the sheriff, and I will keep calling for Tom to get back the rate that you lied about. Our sheriff friend also knows these rats, and saw pictures of my grandbabies They were scared from the move. Let Tom know I need to reach him, and I would like him to see the 14ths morning post before you changed it. We copied it all. We love our rats,as do my grandbabies. We will take them back and you can go to a pet store.

Later…

Written for the nutjob:

Oh, crazy war vet, you are a persistent little one, aren’t you? Yeah, it’s playing peekaboo on me now. Yeah, peekaboo… I see you… including your exact location. But since you’re just full of silly threats and senseless words as of yet and haven’t hunted us down to beat us up or anything, I’ll refrain from sending an officer to your door to talk to you about how being in business may not be right for you. You see, all businesses are bound to get negative reviews at times. It just goes with the territory. But if you can’t handle honest and legal reviews, then perhaps a career change is in order? Just something to think about. :) People aren’t “lying” to you. They’re giving you their honest opinion about doing business with you.

Also, do be informed that I’ve been blogging regularly since 2008 and always keep on blogger’s rights/laws. In no way shape or form have I broken any laws. If I had I’d already have been arrested or summoned. This country is very word-sensitive and takes written material quite seriously. I never use last names. Ever. But first names are legal and so are businesses that are a matter of public information. Comprendeme? So subpoena away, Mommy Dearest, but do know you’ll never get that day in court you so desire. Nor will you get these adorable, lovable rats back who are adjusting nicely, are potty trained, and are learning a host of other things as well.

As for whomever it was that said the autism was no one’s business… then why’d you tell us in the parking lot?

Ok, you have read the last you’re ever going to read about yourselves so long as you don’t ever come to our door or harm us. I have given you the benefit of removing your daughter’s first name and the abbreviated business name, even though I don’t owe you that much and it wasn’t illegal.

Now, here’s what you can and cannot do in the future. You can read my blog all you want and print away to your little heart’s desire. But you cannot and will not ever again contact my husband or me by any means possible. There will be no phone calls. There will be no email. There will be no comments or messages on any other website, including this one. No contact means NO CONTACT. We want absolutely nothing to do with you and you have been a closed chapter in our lives and will stay that way. Now stop playing victim and move on!