I’ve actually lost count of how many times I’ve gone to court with Sheree Whitfield over the last few months. Yesterday was either the fourth or the fifth time across two counties. And hopefully, that was the last time. I joke with my attorney of turning to a life of crime just because I like her. But if I am being honest, I hope that the only time I see her in the future is from the comfort of my couch watching her on HLN. It’s much less stressful and expensive that way.
Yesterday’s court appearance was bizarre. It did not help that I have forgotten to take my crazy pill the day before so my anxiety was through the roof, and I LEFT MY XANAX AT HOME. In Atlanta people that live inside the perimeter (ITP) perhaps rightly claim some sort of smug superiority to those of us poor degenerates who live beyond I-285. I live OTP because I don’t like driving downtown where every street is named Peachtree something and the streets are a one way maze that I am not city savvy enough to handle. Nervertheless, me in full on wide-eyed panic attack navigate the mean street to arrive at the courthouse on time.
My attorney Ashley Merchant was conferring with Sheree’s attorney du jour. It is always interesting to me see the opposing attorneys smiling and laughing before court and then getting up and going for the jugular once the hearing starts. Then going back to very cordial conversations. There was no sign of Sheree or Tierra and eventually her lawyer called them to see if they were going to show. Sheree did. Tierra did not. Because Tierra has a job, and a life, and has better things to do than spend days on end in court over nonsense.
My attorney had subpoenaed several documents and people for the hearing. The main document was paperwork for BLU Management and LLC that Sheree had set up for some sort of legal purpose. *cough* IRS *cough* In the first hearing in another county, Sheree had stated that she did not own the property. It had a lot to do with her TPO being dismissed. Previously, in this court, we were unable to move forward with our response until ownership could be proven. So my attorney subpoenaed the paperwork. Sheree refused to allow the attorney on the paperwork to simply fax it to her office and required her to come to court because she didn’t want us to have a copy. So that lawyer, who I would assume as not been paid in full by Sheree based on her past record, had to sit in court for hours waiting for our case. There was some part of the document that Sheree didn’t want us to see.
After a four hour wait through every single other case, the scheduled judge leaves and the judge that heard the first part of our case a few weeks ago came back. When I watched this same judge hear the case with @atlien and @funkydineva last time, I was all kinds of frustrated because she didn’t seem to understand that they were on the side of the road. Nor did she seem to get what Entertainment Blogging was all about. Or reality shows. This was problematic. Imagine trying to explain shows like Real Housewives of Atlanta to someone who has never heard of or experienced a reality show. It all seems very foolish. Because… it is. Despite her lack of insight into the entertainment blogging industry, the law remains the law, and she dismissed their case after telling them the whole thing was a ridiculous waste of time.
So the case begins with an opening remark or two and my attorney says that their side is withholding a document. The defense says that I just want the document to have more information on Sheree and that my attorney was fishing. My attorney said it was about who owns the property. The judge review the mystery document and said that the LLC was divided into ten units and that the majority of the units were assigned to Sheree with three other people holding minor ownership. Or something. I really had no idea what the point of the document or the secrecy was. My attorney never did see the “secret document.” Then Sheree’s lawyer called the LLC attorney who testified about everything in the document so the whole secret thing was the usual waste of the courts time.
My attorney calls Sheree to the stand. She asks a bunch of questions about ownership. Like does the LLC pay the property tax or do you? I am laughing inside my head about property taxes actually being paid. Oh, BTW, in the document for the LLC, Sheree values the pile of dirt that she had at the time of the document at a million dollars. I am surprised she didn’t value it at a kajillion dollars. Perhaps the LLC attorney cautioned her against that. Anyway, on the stand Sheree was all angry and neck rolly and who gonna check me boo and it was full on wig pulling Sheree. She called my attorney “honey” on the stand and at that point the judge stopped her and admonished her to be respectful in the court and answer the questions. Sheree suffered from a lot of memory problems.
I should have mentioned when Sheree came in the courtroom, late, in a cloud of negative energy, Jason Lapene , her stalker for hire who I am convinced followed me to the mall back in February, was right in her wake. During the four hour wait, he disappeared for a long time and I was wondering what sort of nefarious behavior he was up to. We will find out about that later.
Then it was my turn on the stand. My attorney asked me about blogging and anonymity and the judge stopped me and told my attorney that it was hypocritical to even bring that up because I was doing the same thing. Really? I invaded Sheree’s privacy and anonymity by blogging about her experiences on REALITY TEEVEE? Okay dokey. My attorney then went through my visit to Chateau Sheree. Then her attorney on cross asked me if I saw no trespassing signs. (I didn’t) and produced a 3×5 glossy of a no trespassing sign. (Um, okay…that’s random) and tried to imply the ginormous gate was closed (It wasn’t) and asked me if I thought the workers owned the property (really, you think I know who owns the Chateau at this point? You yourself gave me a letter last time I was in court saying Tierra Fuller was the owner. That is sort of the whole point of the blogs on Chateau Sheree is to report on the musical chairs game of ownership) He did not like my response. Did I think that workers can give permission to enter someone’s residence? (No, but I do think they can give permission to walk through a construction site. ) Now he is really not feeling me. All this time Sheree’s stalker for hire dude is full on histrionic in the gallery. It was funny.
So the attorney’s drone on for a bit. Her side talks about children frolicking on the dirt piles and spending time at “the house” and other nonsense. My lawyer sites a bunch of caselaw and at some point mentions that Sheree had been to the district attorney’s office trying to get a felony warrant out on me and he refused. She pointed out that Sheree had offered at every opportunity to stop all the frivolous lawsuits if I would stop blogging about her. I bolded that for all of you who keep saying I should not give her the attention she is seeking. As long as she is dragging me into court over ridiculousness, I will continue to blog. Other than her constant trips to court, there really is no reason to mention her at all. If she wants people to stop blogging about her, dragging a bunch of bloggers into court is not the way to do it.
So the judge DENIES her request for a warrant and dismisses her case. Then she gives me a sermon on blogging in which she suggested I blog about myself and get a life of my own and stop talking about other people. I guess she feels the same way about Page Six, TMZ, The Hollywood Reporter…and on and on… then she tells Sheree that she can’t stop people from blogging about her and she sees how angry she is (that seems to come up a lot) and it seems everything is over. Oh, I forgot to mention during the judges ruling Jason Lapene was doing his best Arnold Horeshack imitation raising his hand madly from the gallery where he apparently had important information to add. Crazypants.
However, what I failed to mention is that when our hearing was going on, the courtroom which was empty except for us and some dude that was apparently just looking for a cool place to sit on a hot day. When the day began, we had two bailiffs, the quiet guy, and the super shouty lady. The super shouty lady would intermittently shout at people to stop talking or stop interrupting the judge, or whatever infraction she felt required her FEROCIOUS hollering. It was freaky to hear this shouty woman erupt every once in awhile. Not good for anxiety. But by the time my case was resolved the walls were literally lined with cops and a sheriff. At first, I thought maybe they were there in case things didn’t go my way because I looked a hot mess in court and I was paranoid the anxiety was showing.
One of the people my attorney subpoenaed was @atlien. My attorney will probably disagree but I bugged her as little as possible about the plan for the hearing. I tried to just rest assured she would handle it. She ended up not calling Michelle (so she showed up for nothing. Sorry @atlien) As she was leaving with her attorney, the judge stopped them and Sheree’s lawyer for some reason. What happened next was so odd and confusing I still don’t know what happened. I still don’t get why the judge stopped them from leaving in the first place. Apparently, her attorney was concerned that the Jason Lapene guy’s mission was to go downstairs and inform the sheriff that @atlien was violating her TPO by answering her subpoena. Oh LAWD. This judge does not like bloggers. But wait, we are all in court, for um, court…how is this happening? I feel like crap and just want to leave and now I am thinking I may have to go bail @atlien out of jail!
Somehow the topic changes to the last time when we were in court and Sheree was taking pictures of everyone and @atlien hit the video button on her phone to document Sheree’s crazy. Again, I have no idea who brought that up but suddenly the bailiff is testifying (because he was there) and my attorney is consulting with her attorney and the judge is all like, whatever, let’s just arrest her. Really judge? So now I am feeling horrible that @atlien is going to be booked for coming to assist in my case. This is a nightmare.
Then the sheriff, who I guess is the dude that arrests people, says something to the judge. At this point I am in full blown panic mode because it is what I do, and @atlien is all, cool as a cucumber. My attorney suggests a signature bond and then everything stops. The sheriff is supposedly there over an email that Sheree sent. An email? We are now in full on crazyland. The judge tells our attorney’s to ask her attorney about it. He says that Sheree sent an email to the judge a few weeks ago and that is a big no no. So wait, the sheriff is here for Sheree? Talk about a rollercoaster ride.
And then, suddenly, the sheriff and three or four other cops were not there for anyone and everyone went home and lived happily (or angrily if you are Sheree) ever after. Seriously? We just had a random hearing with bailiffs being sworn in and the judge saying essentially, fine, lock her up I don’t care! and then just like that it was nothing?
I think the key to the mystery lies in whatever the sheriff said to the judge, and we will never know that was. But it was a heart racing up and down ride of who is going to get arrested. And then the judge was all like never mind, just kidding, or something. I still don’t get it.
This morning @atlien and @funkydineva had to go BACK to court with Sheree for a hearing on a permanent restraining order. This would be funny if it weren’t so annoying. I’m pretty sure both of them would be thrilled to never lay eyes on Sheree again. I know I would.
Thanks so much for all of your emotional and financial support. Were it not for you guys I could not have afforded such awesome legal representation. And a special shout out to Ashleigh Merchant, the best attorney in Atlanta and probably the world. You can catch her on HLN After Dark filling in for Vinnie Politan while he is on vacation.