Emily Bieman, age 18 at Gunnedah - 
happy, finally out of that school

Not much else to say, except a little strange they were taken, as I noted no yarn or fibre was stolen at that address, so I assumed my landlord or neighbours did not knit. Possibly stolen by bimbo for other purposes aside from holding stitches. And maybe only 3 were stolen at that address, and the other 3 previously. But all 6 were stolen – so odd, since they are so cheap, 6 for $2.50, yet they still stole mine.

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STOLEN ITEMS FROM GIN GIN AND new address 700km away

Last Minute Desperate Theft Raid On My Stuff Before I Moved

• My cats skinny roll of carpet used on top of a ramp,

• Full glass jar of smallish screws

• Mosquito bits

• 2 Metal whisks

• Rio rod 4m long one

• Wifi Camera

• I had Chime listed too, but actually today as I reupload my Blog, I can’t remember about a Chime? I still have 2 chimes today. 1 was stolen at Colosseum, but I cannot remember another one?

 

kookaburra Park was my old address at 7/4528 Bundaberg Gin Gin Road Gin Gin, QLD.

They were stolen by my neighbours who were watching me pack them, and who wanted to steal them, and so did, those neighbours also followed me up here and waited till I discovered that they were stolen, and then they drove past my house and beeped. Plus they had a little boy from across the road yell out, and a little girl from across the other side, yell out - this happens every time they steal something; it is there stupid game, they have no FUEL OR MOTIVATION, IT’S JUST what they do; they are fucking retarded. Stop involving me in your stupid lives. It was stolen while I was relocating – it would have been stolen by my landlord and her neighbour friends there, Catie Rogers, and Sharon Millet and Win Hoerr, and Teagan Goodall. None of these people have been convicted of a theft by the hopeless Gin Gin police, Sharon Morgan. I hope the people responsible for stealing it, get cancer and die. The person who stole it is friends with Catie Rogers my old landlord, and my neighbours at kookaburra Park. They are all thieving little dogs, and they think it’s a game.

And whenever they steal something (literally hundreds of items stolen from me over many years), someone buys my seeds; I’ve just received two orders for $50. Is the person who’s buying my seeds, trying to compensate in someway? Is it some thieving dogs husband who’s knows that his wife is a little thief, and so he’s trying to make up for it? Someone told me the majority of women that get married are the stupid ones, because they literally can’t function without a husband. I’m not just talking about money, I’m talking about how to think, and get through the day - they just can’t do it on their own. So if they’re that bloody hopeless, then stealing from someone like me, who is single and an obvious target, is the least of what they would do. It is extraordinary, I have found, if there’s a man hanging around, they won’t come near me; women, you’re such fucking little cowards. The sad thing is, its bimbos getting married and having kids, which perpetuates the whole cycle of bimbos - it’s very disturbing, and I think the government should intervene, “no more bimbos breeding”

Anyway, do they think the seeds just magically appeared in my seed supply cupboard? Did they not think about all the years and hours of backbreaking work it took me, to plant, grow, and collect the seed, from all of those plants? You are not making up for it.  You and your family are responsible for stealing my property, and you will be held accountable. (obviously you’re not concerned about being held accountable by fierce and scary little me,)  But you do have to be concerned, because you will have to answer, just not to me. HA

Oh, I suspect my landlord‘s friend Winfried Hoerr, because: when I first moved in, it was him who showed me around the house and Park, turns out he helped my landlord Cate Rogers and the builder David Hooker, build it. So, he was showing me the car port which was scaffolding with chicken wire on it, and he made a comment that I could put up my shade cloth over the carport, but I had not mentioned to him that I had shade cloth, so how did he know that I had shade cloth? And also later on, Cate Rogers threw a little hissy fit about my pool, and said that I was meant to put in my pool. So, I’m thinking these two people (in their 50’s) are good friends from school, and knew my situation and all the stuff that I owned from my previous farm house at Rangari, and my inheritance, and that’s why they wanted me to live there, so that I would use all my farm equipment that I had from a previous house on their house (!) And this further confirms my suspicions that Cate Rogers is not her real name (I mean it might be) but she looks very much like this girl Wainberg, a sister of my friend Rachael, and I had a few problems with this girl, in Sydney, she has certain feminine gifts about her that enables her to use people and manipulate, other women in particular (sleeping beauties), I saw her manipulate her sister, my friend. Unfortunately I can’t remember her name. But I had definite problems with controlling women following me around in North Sydney at the time, they were chastising me (from afar, as always, cowards) about the clothes I was wearing, and just a few other things that were going on at that particular time in my life, I believe they delude themselves that they’re “helping”. Wainberg girl may have had something to do with that?

And I have written before in my blog that when I was in Tamworth once at the Art Gallery, and was being victimised in a bad bullying situation, that guy Winfried Hoerr, I’m pretty sure, it was him, that I saw with a group of women who were all involved, (involving hiding all the toilet paper, and getting women in the art gallery to verbally abuse me).

Also, I mentioned before in my blog that Winfried Hoerr, I suspect was the guy, who used to hang out in the new NEGS library, to chat up all the girls. He would’ve been in his 20s then.

It’s a bit hard to describe their actions, but I suspect, those 2 Cate and Winfried Hoerr are good friends, and work together to do evil together, as a fun hobby for themselves.

I had a lot of thefts at kookaburra Park, and I suspect Winfried Hoerr, and Cate was protecting him. I think Winfried Hoerr used to go by the name of “the little boy”

(I recall Heath Barwick used to go by that name as well, a self-declared “little boy”; when I went over there initially, he showed me his remote-control toy car. I believe that behaviour in adulthood is due to tight arse parents not buying their kids toys, which most likely would be a direct result of having more than one or two. I believe he has four other siblings: which totally explains it.)

And what do you know at my new address, across the road, what problems I am having?  a little boy harassing me. Sounds like a little boy, of course it could be a woman, there are a lot of women who sound like little boys, you know, along the lines of Bart Simpson, and over my whole life it is mainly women who have been the biggest bane of my life, not little kids. But does anyone have my neighbours phone number? I want to text them and ask if their son is spastic? He seems to be allowed outside in the afternoons, and in his play time, he spends it mostly screaming (like a girl I might add), occasionally I can hear him screaming out my name “Emily” (ofcourse it might be a different Emily, but as it often coincides with me going outside, I wouldn’t think so) Obviously he some issues, I would say, underlying ‘sleeping beauty’ problems. He or is mum or dad or, I think I can hear an older sibling too? Beep their car horn at me when I am outside or have my door open. Do you think this qualifies as a noise complaint for the police to handle? I do, this is harassment. And do you think one of them sits in their car all afternoon long waiting for a chance to beep their horn, or do they race out? Or do they have an app on their phone they can press and it plays beep sounds?? I believe there is also a child who lives directly across the road, he does it too – they both do it. Since I wrote this, and put it online, a bit later – they have pretty much stopped this behaviour.

Anyway, those two, Catie Rogers and Winfried Hoerr, have not been convicted of any thefts. The local police would be completely clueless about those two, and have no idea of their capabilities, and would assume them innocent, and me crazy. Such is the stupidity of the Police. BTW, Cate Rogers implied if I told anyone what she gets up to, she would tell people I am crazy, as she thinks she has ‘credibility’ as she did a counselling course at uni (what a scam btw, that was, I saw the thesis, what a scam those universities are, handing out accreditations to anyone, honestly, whole other story) But for real, she threatened to have me locked up in a mental ward if I exposed her, I still have all the emails from her.

This is what I have to say and I’m saying it. BEEP BEEP Oh, you poor little thing,  did I lose some friends, am I not popular now?  too fucking bad, this is what I have to say and I’m saying it.

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27. I thought my 10mx10m fruitfly netting had been stolen, but then remembered a gumtree person took it for $35, YET STILL STOLEN

After relocating (AGAIN) from kookaburra Park, Gin Gin ( lot 7, 4528 Bundaberg Gin Gin Road to Sarina, I had thought that the fruit fly NETTING was missing. It was a very hectic and stressful time, trying to get everything organised for the truck and manage finances (all-time high that week of $2.20 litre for petrol just as I was relocating 700km (so many thieves in Gin Gin and Bundaberg). But then I remembered a gumtree buyer who turned up to purchase some shade cloth, also said he would take the netting – he was dodgy I think, someone else from the park, who had been fooling about with my water, switching it off, when I was entitled to some. All of those gumtree emails were deleted off my Outlook on my PC – so I know all those people on gumtree who contacted me back then are serious thieves.

At the time I thought it would’ve been taken by my landlord‘s friend Winfried Hoerr, I suspect him because: when I first moved in, it was him who showed me around the house and Park, turns out he helped my landlord Cate Rogers and the builder David Hooker, build it. So, he was showing me the car port which was scaffolding with chicken wire on it, and he made a comment that I could put up my shade cloth over the carport, BUT I had not mentioned to him that I had shade cloth so how did he know that I had shade cloth? And also later on, Cate Rogers threw a little hissy fit about my pool, and said that I was meant to put in my pool. So, I’m thinking these two people (in their 50’s) are good friends from school, and knew my situation and all the stuff that I owned from my previous farm house/ nursery business at Rangari, and that’s why they wanted me to live there, so that I would use all my equipment that I had from a previous house on their house (!) They wanted to steal it all. And this further confirms my suspicions that Cate Rogers is not her real name (I mean it might be) but she looks very much like this girl Wainberg, a sister of my friend Rachael, and I had a few problems with this girl, in Sydney, she has a certain feminine gifts about her that enables her to use people and manipulate other women in particular (sleeping beauties), unfortunately I can’t remember her name. But I had definite problems with controlling women following me around in North Sydney at the time, they were chastising me (from afar, as always) about the clothes I was wearing, and just a few other things that were going on at that particular time in my life, I believe they delude themselves that they’re “helping”. As in if you wear that short skirt you may be raped, so they were scolding me for wearing a short skirt….

And I have written before in my blog that when I was in Tamworth once at the Art Gallery, and was being victimised in a bad bullying situation, that guy Winfried Hoerr, I’m pretty sure, it was him, that I saw with a group of women who were all involved, (involving hiding all the toilet paper, and getting women in the art gallery to verbally abuse me).

Also, I mentioned before in my blog that Winfried Hoerr, I suspect was the older guy, who used to hang out in the new NEGS library, to chat up all the girls. He would’ve been in his 20s then. Friends with Wainberg girl. Plus, I think it was him I saw twice in Sydney, stalking me.

It’s a bit hard to describe their actions, but I suspect, those 2 Cate and Winfried Hoerr are good friends, and work together to do evil together, as a fun hobby for themselves.

I had a lot of thefts at kookaburra Park, and I suspect Winfried Hoerr, and Cate was protecting him. I think Winfried Hoerr used to go by the name of “the little boy” ?

(I recall Heath Barwick used to go by that name as well, a self-declared “little boy”; when I went over there initially, he showed me his remote-control toy car. I believe that behaviour in adulthood is due to tight arse parents not buying their kids toys, which most likely would be a direct result of having more than one or two kids and not being able to afford to. I believe he has four other siblings: which totally explains it).

And what do you know, at my new address at Sarina, across the road, what problems I am having?  a little boy harassing me. Sounds like a little boy, of course it could be a woman, there are a lot of women who sound like little boys, you know, along the lines of Bart Simpson, and over my whole life it is mainly women who have been the biggest bane of my life, not little kids.

Anyway, those two, Catie Rogers and Winfried Hoerr, have not been convicted of any thefts. The local police would be completely clueless about those two, and have no idea of their capabilities, and would assume them innocent, and me crazy. Such is the stupidity of the Gin Gin Police. BTW, Cate Rogers implied if I told anyone what she gets up to, she would tell people I am crazy, as she thinks she has ‘credibility’ as she did a counselling course at uni (what a scam btw, that is. I saw and read the thesis, what a total scam those universities are, handing out accreditations to anyone, and for the bare minimum of work. I mean I know her lifestyle, it involves mainly flirting with men, ‘nesting’, looking after an adopted Indian child and smoking pot. Plus, her thesis was about why westerners go to India! {She herself and Win spent a lot of time holidaying over there} And that’s because it’s cheap, cheap as. They are both on Centrelink benefits. Her whole life is pot fuelled, petty theft filled, easy happy go lucky nonsense. Yet she's been given this university title for coming up with Indian pilgrimage bullshit, when the real reason is “cheap”.  (Well, she signed her emails with those letters, maybe she just did that without accreditation?? She is a known liar afterall.) It's just bizarre that the university peoples would be totally scamming the greater community like that. Paying customer I guess?  But I doubt she paid for it. Maybe that's why they gave it to her "I'll help trick the general public, I'll help you tell everybody that it's not about 'money', it's about a religious pilgrimage!" Big fat faker; Everything is about money, the world revolves around money.

I certainly know the police were fooled by her; she knows how to be a sweet talker. At any rate after reading it, I thought I would know more on the subject of psychology than this woman! But, as for counselling someone, with my experience with “crazy” people, well, I would most likely just say to most of my clients “The problem with you, is that you have no morals, simply get some morals, and all your problems in this life would be over. “ Lol, but seriously, true. A clear conscious leads to a healthy mental state.

But for real, she threatened to have me locked up in a mental ward if I exposed her, I still have all the emails from her. She is greedy bimbo wolf in sheep’s clothing.

In 2025 you can see Winfried Hoerr’s place on google maps, with all his fruit trees – guess what, covered in netting. So it was him, he sent someone else to purchase it – does not get much more dodgy than that. They both would have been involved – both thieves, been stalking me for 30 years, stealing from me. JUST DISGUSTING WHAT THOSE 2 ARE. Reminder, it would have been Cate who ban me with complaints to admin from facebook so I could not sell my stuff on marketplace – so she could steal it. Her father was Dr, he is responsible for producing an arrogant  self-entitled, thieving, spoilt little brat. And so many people in Australia, have been fooled by her, at my detriment – your all STUPID.

Btw, that netting cost me $500. I need to purchase more at new address, as if I can afford to purchase 2 of everything, one lot for me, and one lot for them – burn in hell.

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27. Stolen Painted Woolworths Wooden Chair
This is a Woolworths wooden chair from dads garage storage, I painted it {for some weird reason}. And, it was definatly NOT stolen. And it is not a “product placement” – woollies is too expensive.
I have since carted it around to every address {8 in 7 years}. I occasionally use it. One day I went to use it and could not find it. I searched all my photos of all my stuff – I keep record this way, and I eventually found a photo of it on the front veranda at Kookaburra Park, it was named “gave away this chair after notice to leave”!! Well now, I, have NO recollection of “giving” away my chair!! And when I read the words “giving” away, alarm bells went off, I would have sold this chair if I wanted to get rid of it – I do not know anyone that I would simply “give” my chair too; all people who cross my path steal from me and so are unworthy of my chair!
I believe it was stolen off the front veranda by a bimbo at Kookaburra Park, that place was full of thieves. And computer nerds have changed the name of my photo, to save stupid bimbo. They regularly do this type of hacking and saving, so it is not a too far-fetched situation. I can’t be 100% sure since I have no recollection at all – but ‘no recollection’ is more an indicator that it was simply stolen, and at the time I did not notice, as I did not use it at all, I never sat on the front veranda, I would only sit on the back veranda after I had my couch re-upholstered in my new Hakea fabric, this is way more likely than maybe some sly female managed to manipulate the chair away from me? Plus when I moved I had highly undesirable “squashed” unit with no room for any chairs at all. Plus, if I wanted to get rid of it, I would have sold it on Gumtree, and there are no records or photos of listing – so I did not sell this chair!
When I was looking for a photo of my chair, I saw a photo with 3 chairs, 2 antiques and this one. So, the other good antique chair – God knows what happened to that one? I don’t really even remember that one. Must have vanished at Builyan, I think those farm hands around there were acting very strange, probably stole it when I moved to Colosseum /Miriam Vale – heaps of thieves there too. And when I went to find that photo again for closer look to see if I could recognize it, the photo was gone, so whoever took the chair, saw the photo too DOG, and then has taken hacked and deleted. Also, at that time, some stupid bitch was sending me weird ‘little girl’ Sherry sounds! and Sherry is my brother's wife (who likes antiques) so I don't know why they would send me her, maybe they were trying to accuse Sherry of stealing my chair. But I know it was those local bimbos and not my brother and his wife. They live 1500km away and have not spoken to me since Dad died (thankgoodness - I do not really have any time for bullies). btw, my mother had accumulated a lot of antique furniture from the country sales over the years, they would've been a lot of jealous women of her - in fact she had heaps of chairs if I recall, all dotted throughout the house. I wasn't really into antiques, so after dad died, probably Sherry took most of them, all I ended up with was the small antique chair that nobody wanted, and I had already claimed the Woolworths chair from the garage that nobody wanted. I really can't account for the chair that was in the photo, maybe that photo was added in, as I was looking, PC hacked - this would not surprise me at all. {and HA! to the idiot who thinks I stole the antiques – YOU ARE SO WRONG – and you are wrong, because you are STUPID 3rd born!  -and btw, TOO LATE, you will be burning in hell for your wishful thinking vigilante thefts from me – HA}.
So the 3rd chair in the photo, it was another antique, mums small phone table chair, that sat in the hallway, I inherited it as no one else wanted it – I used it for sewing until one day at Rangari I sat down and the whole thing collapsed!! {My new found love of food!!}. I threw it out at kookaburra park, as I realized I could not fix it. I tried, it was really sweet, had the Classic Barley Twist legs – I recently saw a pair for sale, $547.00! No one in Queensland has any skills – for fixing.
So, this painted woollies chair is very easily recognisable, because I painted it bright colours, so if you see this chair, you might want her to determine from the owner how they acquired it??
And note, add to “Things I wish I was told when I was 18”: never buy any wooden chairs as they will be stolen by local Australian bullies.
I remember when I painted this chair, I was living at Tulcumbah, near Keepit Dam, on Bret and Julie Knapmans 2nd farm that they had just purchased from their neighbour the Withers – in their lovely brick house with heavy terracotta tiles – so comfortable in that house, the person who built it, deserves my $50 Brilliance award!! It had “green” passive technology. {Only lasted there for 2yrs before jealous Julie Knapman booted me due to ‘she wanted cash’, and I wanted ‘bank transfer’}. Anyway, I recall, Julie Knapman came over one day and saw my chair, she asked me what brand it was, (brand), I told her Woolworths, as it had a badge on it, clearly written. When I saw the badge, I thought it must be very old, as Woollies does NOT sell furniture anymore. I thought it must have been originally Grandma Bieman‘s, before Dads? It was a really nice chair, good design, strong and sturdy, yet collapsible, portable and “shiek”, as far as a wooden chair possibly from the 50’s can be.
Anyway, the fact that she asked me what brand it was. This tells me it was her who has hung up on class - and this would make sense with her behaviour as I was leaving. She is a complete nutter. Total 3rd born. I mentioned it before: at that time, I had problems with female dogs following me around, female dogs ofcourse – I thought they may have been politically related?? As in stupid dog women who work for politicians?? Same one who was jealous of my green knit pants I inherited from mum while I was living there. And they were at Keepit dam on the speaker phone, I’m pretty sure trying to annoy me, as I cannot usually hear the speaker phone from that house. They stole my good quality garden tool, and some sewing items. It was very odd, as this was the beginning of the stealing / drive bys / verbal harassment.
This was possibly another story that has been stolen off my PC, (?) but I felt like I was being harassed while I lived at Tulcumbah by someone who was completely hung up on class, like she felt that I was unworthy to live in that house, and she made me aware of her opinions. Because I don't really know anyone who's that hung up on class, like the person I'm talking about here is extremely dysfunctional, they were probably abused in some manner by a parent, they have major psychological problems to be obsessed by someone they don’t even know, and certainly are not having or are in ANY kind of relationship with. They are psycho.
Wait – did I have bath at Tulcumbah?? I'm updating this story now, but later, in Feb 2026 I wrote about being harassed when I have a bath. Like someone is obsessed when I have a bath – they are dogs and seem to know when I am having a bath!! A dog instinct.
Weird and inappropriate. 
They must think I'm using too much water?? Maybe they think anyone who's like me, {low income}, should not be entitled to have a bath? –and that they think a bath is only allowed for rich people!!? I remember a bath at that Tulcumbah house, but cannot recall having a bath… I might have, I guess this was a time before  needing to keep track of BATHTIME. SO, I must have, and it must've been the bath that has pressed this stupid person's buttons? Like it is somehow some ‘stupid dogs business’ if I have a bath or not! ITS NOT YOUR BUSINESS YOU LITTLE PERVERT.
Some people think that I'm deliberately kept single, by psychological torment, so they can continue to perve. Some say I am used by the cunts, like in the game Chess; as the queen that they’re sacrificing, so all the stupid derelicts of society, {the bath perves}, hang outside my house, as opposed to outside the house of them and their friends. Stupid derelicts.
This bath harassment has happened before, I wrote a detailed story about it, you can read it, it's called “Punctured deliberately by neighbours” on page Items Stolen still at yet another address
Btw, there was plenty of water available to have bath. There was no drought on at that time. 2 huge cement tanks. 
Now, after realizing this hang up (this mental health problem) of this inappropriate person – I am going to extra relish  every bath I have – I have a spa bath now! Hahahahah
(They must have gone nuts when I purchased that inflatable spa! – oh wait, no they just stole $1700 from me then, so they could buy spas for themselves).


 

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