These are strange bedfellows, indeed.
Nicole, meet Cathy. She claims to have been sexually abused by almost every male person she has ever known. She’s a pretty liberal Democrat (her political views are probably the only common ground that exists between us).
Cathy, meet Nicole. She called CPS to report her stepson for supposed sexual abuse of his cousin (I think it was his cousin), yet refuses to believe the same stepson who accused her husband of sexually abusing him. And you know, kids don’t lie about sexual abuse, now, do they?
I think you two should get together and have a nice conversation about Alex.
Oh, and that crap with Cathy carrying on about how I was abused as a child is something she and Camille and Linda Fossen tried repeatedly. I’ve heard it before. They’re nuts.
But moving on.
Not 6 years, Nicole, you idiot.
I thought I might have some trouble trying to show when I actually started the Romancing site, but Cathy and the Manhaters came to my rescue.
For the record, Beth had nothing whatever to do with Romancing. She was never an administrator, she never wrote a single word of it, she participated by making comments only once that I remember, when Linda Fossen wanted to have it out with her and I provided the blog as a place for them to do that. It was short-lived.
Romancing began, as the Manhaters mention above, as a static website. I added the blog portion a few months later, at first as an experiment, and then made it permanent.
I paid for Romancing out of my own pocket, always. I was offered financial help by a few people (but not Richard Harris, or Bob Jones University, or anyone like that), and refused. I refused because I wanted to keep total control over what went on there. I didn’t want a committee running it.
That’s not because I am a control freak. It’s because I watched the various Facebook pages turn into sandbox fights and wanted to get away from that. I also was concerned in the beginning, since I had zero experience at this, about legalities and I only wanted to be responsible for myself and not somebody else.
I paid for it out of my own pocket and always have. It expires next month and will come down.
This website is mine also, of course.
And here are the bills.
You will notice the beginning date – 12/15/ 2015. That’s the date this blog began. Romancing was about a year and half old at that time, and the Romancing blog was around a year old.
Let me explain what all that shit is, starting at the top and coming down.
The hosting plan is what I pay to iPage to actually house the blog. It lives there, on their server.
The WP upgrade is extra service I pay for regarding WordPress, which is the software I use to generate this blog. When it gets fucked up, I can call iPage and they fix it. That’s a very good thing, because having to fix it yourself is horrible. You can look online and find stuff, but generally that consists of “Find the correntia.exp file in the fillupoint area and open it, using extremis.exe. Change the sixth line from x84nswogh.pch to x8e3kdh.pch.” I usually manage to find the appropriate file, but then discover that line 6 does not say that at all, but instead says wothgathica.pcp and then I just cry. So paying a little guy to do it for me is worth every penny.
Sitelock is security software which keeps hackers out.
Site backup is just what it says. If all goes to hell, all is not lost. I also pay a few more dollars annually for a second backup service because I am totally anal.
Domain privacy keeps people from getting my phone number, among other types of information.
You’ll notice, if you know anything about web sites, that there is no fee for the domain name (blessedlittleblog.com). That’s because they were running a deal where if you bought hosting, you got the domain name for free. They were also running a very big sale on hosting, as you can see. That is very cheap for three years of service.
There were about five people who helped me pay for this. Take those figures, add them up and divide by five. That’s how much it cost each of us, approximately. Call that “collusion” if you want. I don’t care. They helped because at that point, my husband was ready to kill me if I bought any more websites (at the time, I owned five and had about 12 domain names – remember, I manage Nathan’s music).
And here is the bill for 2016. The only addition is that the domain name (.com renew) is no longer free, but costs $17/year.
I paid this bill myself with no help from anyone. One person offered to help me pay for it, but I told that person to donate the money to the Ranch instead.
I just added all that up. This blog is costing me, out of my own pocket, about $11/month, give or take, depending on whether they run a sale or not. We do not have cable television at our house. We pay $48/month for internet access, at the highest speed the company offered, and that’s a deal which we get because they put a repeater device on our house so that the signal could be broadcast to some of our neighbors who live down in the hollows. This is really not a big deal. It’s just about what a lot of people pay for HBO.
But she recently combined them as she is paying to market it.
What in the hell does that even mean? Joe and Nicole keep saying this, and I have no idea what they are talking about. I am not “marketing” anything (unless you count my shameless plugs for the Ranch). There are no ads on this blog. The only one is the one I made myself for the Ranch.
I combined them because I had three fucking blogs and it was ridiculous. I was paying for all three of them and that made no sense at all. I had written nothing whatever on the Romancing site in something like 8 months, and considered just letting it expire and die and go away. But Cathy reared her ugly little head with this new story and I decided to archive it all instead.
You think that money goes to charity. Only some of it. The rest goes into her malicious obsession.
What “rest”? Please show me. What is she talking about?
What she’s accusing me of is stealing. She’s saying that I’m only telling you all about part of the money I’m getting for the Ranch and I’m pocketing some of it to pay for the blog. This is simply not true.
I send a copy of every single order I get (a screen shot right from Paypal) to Debra as I get them, and I email the person who donated. Debra is keeping a ledger. She knows exactly who donated, what their address is, what sort of troll they asked for and how much money was involved.
Periodically, we total up how many trolls are involved and I send her the shipping charges.
Debra is donating all the materials for these figures. She’s buying it all herself.
I tell you what is going on here.
Way back in 2015, Joe and Nicole had a GoFundMe. They collected a huge amount of money, more than $45,000. They then blew through all that money in a matter of a few months. Nicole never accounted for a dime of it to anyone.
They made great “plans” for the money. They made a big list of all the things they needed money for, remember? A new van. Laptops for all the kids. None of that stuff ever appeared.
Nicole thinks that everyone handles money the way she does.
When she calls me a thief, she’s saying more about herself than she is about me.