The Great Search for The Lost House Part IV: The Case of the Mistaken Identity!?

So after one hell of a long week, which dragged by so slow a turtle passed us along the way, we finally get “The Call!”

(dum dum dum dum)

I braced myself for the inevitable bad news… biting my lip, clenching my jaw, already heartbroken over words that hadn’t been spoken yet. I just knew it was bad news, horrible news!! I just knew the lady would let out a high pitch witches laugh and belt out…

“Yea, right! Let you buy one of our homes, you must be mistaken!”


To my surprise, the phone call didn’t go this way at all. Infact, the seemingly pleasant voice on the other end was gushing with good news. Starting with, “You may look at the house at your earliest convenience. Just let me know what date is good for you!”….. followed by “Might I add, their is another couple interested in it as well, so if you do like it, you will want to put a deposit down on it…..” (straight to my pockets!)

At this point, she began to over-fill me with information, monthly amounts, square footage, no fence, home owners committee, property tax, bedrooms, bathrooms, fireplace, etc….

(Again, I haven’t even seen the house yet, and now I know more than I may need to!)

So I respectfully intervene with one simple question. One that I thought should have been discussed in the beginning of the call, before figures were thrown out, before square footage was discussed!

“What happened with all the alleged evictions?”

After a long, awkward moment of silence, and a quick “paper-rustling” sound, she replies….

“Oh, that! Yea, I can’t get it taken off, you have to.” ….. (Well duh!) ….. “But you should most definitely follow up on that!” …. (No, really?) ….

Lost in the excitement, however, I didn’t think to follow that with…
“Did you get the dates?”
“Did you check the social security number?”
“What about the alleged addresses? Did you get those?”

I didn’t even think to ask what cleared it all with them. Something made them believe it wasn’t me. I’m sure it wasn’t my good looks and my word alone.

“So was it just A Case of Mistaken Identity afterall?”

Published in: on February 28, 2007 at 5:23 pm  Comments (3)  

Bring Down Supergirl!

Bring down Supergirl and Butterfly kisses
**and all the other sick and twisted pedofile’s that are after our children!

For those of you unaware as to what I am talking about…
For those of you concerned as to why we should bring them down…
For those of you ignorant (as I too was) to this horrendous site…

Below you will find the answers to all your questions…
Below you will read the introduction to this site…
Below you will find the meaning behind the bring down…

Here is a photo that seems to show the love a mother has for her daughter….seems to be very innocent, doesn’t it? If only that were true. This is the photo Butterfly Kisses uses as their sites icon, motto (if you will). 

Below you will read their introduction, copied from their site, verbatum! It is the words they have chosen. Just to make that clear, so that when you read the words below, you’ll understand that these words were expressed by the same people that chose this sweet, loving photo.

Hello and welcome to “Butterfly Kisses”. This web site is about and for women who are attracted to pre-teen and adolescent girls. Our primary goal is to give women and girls a tool for expressing their feelings and their love about this controversial topic, and to get people to open their minds to ideas about romantic and erotic attraction between women and girls that our society in the past has not been able to discuss openly and rationally. We also want to provide a place where women and girls can express themselves and can learn about their love in an atmosphere where they are encouraged to feel good about themselves and their sexuality.

Obviously, the information presented here is of an open and frank sexual nature and there is no “tap dancing” around sensitive topics. Hopefully, this will actually be a comfort to everyone because it will present “touchy” subject of female childlove to people to think about, without having to be influenced by sex-oppressed media, religion and governments. The topics discussed, articles/essays posted and the stories/poetry written on this site are different from what society’s expectations of women and girls are, and as such this site strives to liberate women and girls from the oppression imposed on their sexuality.

Within the pages of Butterfly Kisses you will find sexual issues and topics of female, and particularly lesbian pedophilia, and some of them will probably make some people uncomfortable. Some people will be pleased and some will be angry. But ALL should make you THINK. Our society needs to learn how to discuss highly controversial subjects without the “knee-jerk” reaction so prevalent today. Many of these topics, if we will just stop over-reacting to them and calmly, rationally think about them, may turn out to be less controversial than we thought. We might even see a side to the issue that we had never considered before, which helps us to better understand the controversy. It is only when

we understand the various sides to an issue and are ready to discuss it calmly and rationally, that we can begin to effectively deal with it.

This web site is divided in several different sections to make it easier for everyone to navigate through its pages. In “Speaking Out” you can read about real life stories and about female desires and love for little girls. You can also do your own research into woman/girl love by exploring our “Media Guide” archives or “Library” where you can find many examples of women’s attraction to little girls, either written in books, painted on canvas or acted out in the movies.

I hope you will enjoy this web site!


Apparently, they aren’t attempting to “tap dance”  (their words, not mine!) around this subject, so why should we?

I can’t stomach the idea that someone, an adult, a mature individual, thinks it is ok to have “erotic” thoughts about a child, a preteen, an adolescent. I can’t imagine someone being able to come up with any reasonable answer for why we as a society should be ok with this.

On this site (Butterfly Kisses), as I see it, they are trying to say that it is ok to feel this way about a child, it is ok to think such thoughts about a child. They are trying to press the issue that this isn’t molestion because these children “think” they are in-love. Yea well, they are just that, CHILDREN, and you are the ADULT! You should know better!!! And since these so-called “ADULTS” don’t know better, then that means it is up to us to protect our young, to fight back in their defense!!!!!

If you don’t want to trust me and take my word for it, you have the link, click it, see for yourself what disgusting, vile things are taking place on this site. You too will then see what has to be done.

With that said, below you will find links to other informational blogs, other mothers that are fighting back, not just against this particular site, but fighting back against all the wrong being done to our children….

Please take a moment to read what they have to say, you never know, you could learn something! You will also find another link to Butterfly Kisses, if you so choose to use it.

Butterfly Kisses
Where woman can go to express their love and erotic thoughts towards children! (SICK)
Click here
or go to

“Child Predators–How much do you really hate what they do” blog
Click here
or go to
“What will You do?”  blog
Click here
or go to

Hunt the Hunters Blog Site
Some people hunt rabbits, some hunt for good deals in the supermarket. Others hunt for children. Not just someone else’s children, but YOUR CHILDREN are hunted. The question is, who are the hunters and what do they look like? And – perhaps more importantly – what can we DO?
Click  here
or go to

PROTECT is a national pro-child, anti-crime membership association.
Click here
or go to

Speaking up and speaking out about laws that need to change
Click here
or go to

“Orange jumpsuits and Couch Jumping Celebrities” blog
for a link to a very special blog. One that is standing up and speaking out, demanding that we fight for the safety of our children. Its contents pertain to Oprah’s quest to see that the government speeds along funding for the the recently passed Adam Walsh Child Protection and Safety Act.
Click here

or go to

Adam Walsh Child Protection and Safety Act
Click here
or go to

To send a letter to Congress urging demanding the funding process be sped up!
A letter to Congress, speeding up funding
Click here
or go to

With all this in mind, I would like to ask each of you…..
What can we do?
What can you do?
What can I do?

Published in: on February 26, 2007 at 6:32 pm  Leave a Comment  

Our Children, Our Quest!

Our children can’t fight for themselves….. Our children can’t protect theirselves…..

So if we don’t protect them, who will?

It is time we stand up and rally for the safety and protection of our children. There isn’t an excuse for the things that have been allowed to happen to our innocent youth…the atrocities they have suffered by the hands of others.

What if it was your child? Wouldn’t you want someone to speak up?

Click here  or Click here for a link to a very special blog. One that is standing up and speaking out, demanding that we fight for the safety of our children. Its contents pertain to Oprah’s quest to see that the government speeds along funding for the the recently passed Adam Walsh Child Protection and Safety Act. *Thanks to Courtney (TheOnlyThing) for this great blog!

Click here to read a very touching post about this issue from a mother just like yourself. Read her words carefully and let them sink in, for they carry some very important information and contain some very helpful links.
*Thanks to dawn3under4 for such a great blog.

Click here for another great blog, with helpful links, and statistics. This is where the awareness started. It also contains information about Oprah’s quest to see that the government speeds along funding for the the recently passed Adam Walsh Child Protection and Safety Act.
*Thanks to Rocky (Muthahood) for this great blog!

Click here, to take a moment and send a letter to Congress encouraging  demanding that the Adam Walsh Child Protection and Safety Act be fully funded and in place TODAY.
*Thanks to Oprah for this great blog. (Quoted by TheOnlyThing)

Speak up and Speak out NOW. Demand our children get the protection they deserve.

Published in: on February 23, 2007 at 10:56 pm  Comments (1)  

The Real Me

The Real Me


I am not just a mother, step mother, wife, SAHM, sister, daughter, friend….I am many things and have many faces………..

True, I am a 27 year old mother of one daughter named Brianna age 9 and two soon-to-be step daughters Aimee age 12 and Cheyanne age 10. (Estrogen central here) I live and breathe my children and can’t wait to have many more. I am soon to be married to a very wonderful and giving man named Kenney who I have been with just shy of 7 years and love like no other. He gives me all I want, takes care of my every need, fills each of my desires, and rocks my world like no other could. I love that man of mine. (lol)

I recently lost my dad, who was my entire world. (Daddy’s Girl all the way) It has made me a different person, as expected. Just like any other life altering event (birth, death, divorce, ect.) it changed me for the better (I hope) and made me look at the world and the people in it totally different than I did before. It made me see passed the bad in people, the hatred, the lust for pain and revenge. It made me see that we are all just small pieces in this giant puzzle, that I myself haven’t exactly figured out yet. And we are all struggling to survive and maintain in this world. It made me cherish each moment with each person I hold special in my life. I realized you could never have too many damn pictures, even the bad ones…..You could never give too many hugs to those you love, even if they squirm to get away…..You could never find enough close friends to share your laughter and tears with, even if they weren’t always the easiest to get along with…and you could never truley love that special person enough, to show the way you actually feel.

I do hold my friends near and dear to my heart. The ones I speak to everyday and the ones I talk to only a few times a year….the ones I have known all my life…and the ones I have only recently met, even if only through this magical little screen that sits upon my cluttered desk……The ones who know every detail about me and all my dirty little secrets and those who know only the basics, but still choose to dig for more. I love having close girl friends, but I too must admit, I have few. They are hard to come by and even harder to keep.

A wise friend once told me that some friends are only in your life for a season (a reason)…they fill the thing that needed to be met and then they are gone whether through no fault of your own or ill-will. They were only there to fill some need or want that was lacking in your life at that moment and once that quota was met, they were just no longer needed, whether they meant the world to you or not. I wish I could find more great friends, the kind you carry with you to your grave. I just don’t think this world has enough of those these days. It seems like great friendships are becoming more rare as years pass.

I also love my family with a love that can’t be explained. No matter who is getting along (or not), regardless of the newest family drama (or lack there of)….I love each one of them. To describe my family (mother, father, siblings, ect) would be like describing the Osbourne family, or so someone once said to me. lmao. In a few words, my mother….all 5 ft 90lbs of her, quick to fight a man, pull her gun, or kick ass if needed….owns a bar and refuses a bouncer because she can take the world….lol….my dad, oh God rest his sweet, sweet soul…what a good man he was. A quite large and scary man, but with a heart of gold and only good. He could lay a man out cold with only one punch, swear to it, saw it myself. He taught his sons to be self sufficient young men that worked for what they needed and took care of their familys…but taught his daughter, his one and only baby girl…that no one could touch her, hurt her, or let her down cause daddy would always fix it, she wouldn’t have a reason to depend on anyone else cause daddy would always be there to fall on. What a great man he was. My brothers, well their a little harder to describe. One is a hater, a hater of all living breathing things in this world, regardless of race, culture, or sex…he hates them all including hisself, but somewhere deep down, I mean really deep down, he inherited my dads heart of gold, just only towards certain people….the other, well he wasn’t so bad, until dad died. He kinda strayed off the path and lost his way then, but I have faith he will return one day. God will bring him back.

As crazy as they all sound, they are wonderful in their own ways and I love each of them. I owe them my life in more ways than one.

~Now back to me. lol~

I am many many things. But none of these things include a racist, a thief, a back stabber, a two timer, a double crosser, or a shit talker. I don’t consider myself better than others or above anyone else. I don’t play nicey-nice to your face and then ruin your reputation when you aren’t looking. I ain’t the bitch after your man, because I have a damn good one of my own. I don’t trust anyone, but yet I am a very trusting person once you earn it. I don’t take no ones shit, because I know I don’t have to. I have never been scared to speak my mind or voice my opinion, afterall that is what freedom of speech is for, right? I have never been conceited because I can’t even seem to get convinced. I don’t take nicely to others imposing on my territory, afterall I didn’t share as a kid and I ain’t sharing now. (man wise)

I tend to surround myself with others like me, but not the same because different makes it fun. I have never been one to judge someone because of the way they look, the color of their skin, or the path in which they chose to walk. I try to remember we are all equals in this world and are all trying to find our ways in a place way too big for us. Although I too am human and make mistakes, I have my faults, and sometimes make judgments before I should.

I am not scared of anyone, even though I know there is always someone bigger and badder. However, I am terrified of things that go bump in the night. I don’t like fighting and arguing, but there is something in me that won’t let me walk away. I must always have the last word and that is a terrible and pesky little fault to have that always leads to harsh words, ill feelings, and more problems than I wanted to begin with.

I am not a politcal person, wasn’t raised that way, just never have been. I guess in the long run I don’t care who the president is, as long as I can walk and talk freely, wear the cutest clothes, spend hours on the phone, and get my hair and nails “did”. (lol)

I don’t particularly like Bush, infact I think he is one of the worst presidents this country has ever seen…but what right do I have to voice that opinion and push it on others, or complain…when I infact did not vote to sway the decision one way or another when it mattered or counted.

I don’t like walking on egg shells to avoid offending someone, but I always take into consideration their feelings. I don’t like having to learn another language just to buy things at the corner store, but I choose to because it makes my life a little easier. I don’t like the fact that the schools have removed the “Under God” part from the Pledge of Allegiance, but I sit quietly and do nothing because I don’t want to hurt someones feelings or offend them in some way, when in fact I truley don’t care about their feelings because why should I, they don’t seem to care about mine. I don’t like the fact that Christmas has lost its meaning or tradition, but you can’t please everyone these days.

I hate what this world has come to. I hate that are children are shooting up their schools and hurting one another. I hate that we are slowly killing one another off for reason unknown to me. I hate that it has become so hard to trust others because of the things in our past that have once burned us so fiercely.

I am not a very religious woman, but grew up going to church evey Sunday with my grandmother. I do believe in Heaven and think I will get there someday. However, I don’t think I have to attend church each week to do that. Afterall, I haven’t been that bad, right? I don’t believe in just one religion, because I haven’t found one I think is totally right or makes complete sense. However I do believe their is a God out there, some thing bigger than us and more unique than we could ever be. Afterall something created the world we co exist in.

I do consider myself an excellent mother, great friend, remarkeable lover (yes, I said it!) and awesome daughter. I do think that I am a great person to be around with a sense of humor all of my own. I also think that I am unforgettable, even if you only know me for a second in time. I agree that I am hard to get along wtih at times, but even harder to live without.

I know that for anyone to once have known me, befriended me, loved me, or lost me….then they have known someone great. In that I am happy!

Published in: on February 20, 2007 at 3:19 am  Comments (1)