If you haven't seen Part One of this mess, see below, or follow this link.

So, you read that the Sherrif's office called me... or did they? [Cue lightening and pipe organ effects] I checked my phone for that incoming number, and called it back. The phone number was a disconnected number. That's odd enough, right? But I googled the phone number and found out that number used to belong to my congressman. OK, that's wierd too, right? Just to make it even more odd, I have a PO box that used to belong to... the same congressman. Sweet Raisin Danish! This is all one big coincidence, I'm sure, but then again, my PO box is listed in WhoIs, and maybe she googled it and connected it to this congressman...?

So I called the Sherrif's department that this deputy said he was from. They never heard of him, and there is no record of anyone in their office calling me. Holy ice-cream sombrero! So my wife calls our cellular carrier to find out if someone can fake a number like that. They said yes, it can absolutely be done. It's caller-ID spoofing, and it certainly appears that it may have happened to me.

Oh- I talked to one of this lady's other victims today. This guy has been going through a king-size mound of manure with this person for about three years now. He basically told me that she gives crazy people a bad name, and that she is capable of anything. She called all of his clients and told them that he was sexually harrassing her and/or he has done unspeakable things that they "need to be aware of." He gets his day in court with her- finally - on the 18th of this month. I'll be interested to find out the results of that one.

I won't post what actions I'm taking against her here, since she may be an avid blog reader (many psycopaths are, although I have it on good authority that just as many regular folks are prone to reading blogs as well).

So, if you ever find your text on someone else's website, be forewarned that if they were crazy enough to steal your text, they could be crazy enough to do a whole lot of other things as well. Freaks... can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em. No, wait. I could live without this one.