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Name: Judith
Country: United States
State: Ohio
Birthday: 8/17/1966
Gender: Female
Interests: Everything Native American. Anything Goth/Gothic. (I'm into the goth scene but not hard-core). Medieval and RenFaires. Music. Bowling. Fishing. Outdoors. Lakeside cabins. Animals, esp. horses and cats. Cooking and culinary arts. Home interior decorating. The paranormal/ghosts/hauntings. Classic muscle cars. Choppers. Spending time with loved ones. Raising hell once in awhile.
Expertise: Being myself--happy & bitchy, sweet & sarcastic, silly & serious, sexy & a slob--just bein' me!
Occupation: FT mom, friend, daughter, aunt
Industry: Life
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MSN: laughingchipmunk@hotmail.com
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Yahoo:  blitzsturm1966
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| Yeah, I'm still alive......Dunno if anyone will see this, since I've been gone for so long, but.....
I'm still alive.
I've been "kidnapped" by two puppets.
I have a major addiction. www.myspace.com/judypuppetmasterlover is it.
So much has been going on, I have no freaking clue as to where to start. I really don't.
*exhausted sigh*
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| Another birthday.... *yawn*Happy Birthday to me... I be 41 today! Don't have any real big plans today, it's just another day to me, really. I plan to run some errands and take the images I want over to Meijer for my picture cake. Yeah, I'm treating myself to a nice bakery image cake. And take a wild guess as to what image I'm going to have on my cake! Hint: it starts with a P and ends with an R. LOL! Yep. Meijer already has the cake iced--in purple, of course!--and they'll put the images on when I bring them and trim the cake in black. The lady at the bakery suggested individual 3.5" by 4" images of the Puppet Master puppets for the best effect. Unfortunately, the cake won't be big enough to fit the Retro puppets on, so I'll just be sticking to the regular ones: Blade, Jester, Torch, Tunneler, Ms Leech, Pinhead, Six Shooter and Decapitron... and maybe, maybe fit the Totem in there too somewhere. LOL! But if we can fit the regular eight puppets on my cake, I'll be happy!! Got to have room for the writing too, ya know. I choose the pics I liked the best of the puppets off my computer and printed them out, and Meijer will make those pics into edible images. Don't know how they do it, but it's neat! They did a cake for Patrick's birthday--they put a weather radar on the cake from a pic he printed out on his comp. His cake was white frosting with blue trim. It came out really great! I'll have to find pics and post them. Tonight, the three of us are getting together with my mom and Tony's folks and having a nice quiet dinner out. I know Daddy will be with me, in spirit, to celebrate too.  Now tomorrow night, I'm going to Sharkey's to see Velvet Crush, and celebrate again with the keyboardest's wife who's birthday is Aug. 15th. We've done this before and it's FUN!! I can't wait!!
Other news in the Chipmunk Burrow: Looks like I'll be moving on when it comes to my "relationship" with Tony. It's not even a relationship or a marriage anymore. It's just two people playing house. I've mentioned in the past, that we made our marriage an open one, then later I mentioned that I wanted it closed again and back to where it was. Well, appearantly Tony still wants it to be open, mainly because of his gf Laura. He keeps saying they're only really close friends, but the IM's and emails I saw between them tell me it's more. He and I had agreed that if we were going to keep our relationship open, we'd be honest about the people we'd date, we wouldn't hide anything from each other. And our dating would be casual and nothing more--no emotional attachments or anything like that. Well.... Mr. Man here has changed all his passwords to his IMers and email and didn't save them this time like he's done before. "I have nothing to hide!" Bullshit! He's hiding something. I don't hide my shit from him, he can get on my comp and snoop around on my email and IMer conversations anytime he wants to. Hell with it, I'm making my shit private again. My son (I freaking love this kid, he's a genius!) secretly installed a hidden program on Tony's computer so I can see what he's doing on his. Yeah, I can see his monitor on my comp's monitor, in real-time too. I had to chuckle to myself at the emails he'd send to his gf--mostly sexual scenarios. His gf is nice--I've met her in person--and she's cute, but I'm twice as pretty as she is, and she's probably got me beat by a good 25 or so pounds! Not trying to be vain or anything, but I look a lot better. Oh, and get this--she has severe depression like I do, BUT.... she's not seeing a shrink or taking meds or getting any kind of help for herself. At least I'M making an effort to help myself with my depression--but yet, Tony doesn't give me support, he offers it all to Laura and she's worse off than me! It's Laura this, and Laura that, every goddamn thing is fucking Laura, Laura, Laura. Pardon my language! Tony's pretty much made her first priority over me, and I pretty much don't even fucking exist in this house. Only time he pays any attention to me is when he's horny, but I've cut him off. Shit, he'll be thinking of those sex scenarios with her anyway, so why give him the pleasure? Let him satisfy his own urges--I'm having a more enjoyable time with myself anyway! LOL! 
But yeah, it's like--he comes home from work... first thing he does is go on his computer and see if he's got any new email from Laura. He stays online the rest of the night, waiting for her to come on Yahoo to IM. They chat til about 12 or 1 AM. If they're not talking on the internet, they're talking on the phone. 24/7, it seems like! When I was spying on him, he was bitching about me to her, saying I don't want to help myself with my depression (bullcrap), and saying and I quote, "I don't know why I waste my time staying with her." And he was teasing her about not tempting him to move up north (she lives in Akron--with her parents, still. She's 24). So, I guess he's trying to figure out a way to get away from me. So much for our agreement of casual dating only! Look at me, I'm kinda-sorta "dating" a couple dudes on the internet, but I have no offline lover at this time. And I don't need to spend every waking moment with those dudes--that would drive me batty--I need my "alone time" and my space like anyone else.
Geezus H Cryist.... if he's so goddamn tired of my ass, why can't he be a man about it and just say so? Well, I'm not going to rain on Tony's little mid-life crisis. If he wants to move, I'll help him pack. See ya--don't let the door hit ya where the good lord split ya! Well, we've damn near split twice before in the past. Maybe this time, it's really trying to tell me something. I've already declared myself as single and available. I know for sure there's more than one dude that's willing to grab me up.
Oh, why can't Jester and Blade be real, living humans instead of puppets?! :,-( lol 
Don't get me wrong, I still love and care for Tony, but I'm not in love with him. It's only the friend-kind of love. Well, now I need to figure out how to go about doing things....
I'm glad I have a cousin who's a paralegal--she can give me advice on... things.
Meanwhile, I'm not going to let Jack Shit spoil my birthday. This is MY day, and the weather here is GORGEOUS right now--sun's out, nice breeze going, temp is 76 with a hi of 85 for today. Birds are chirping, the locusts / cicadas / whatever those things are, are making their late summer sounds. And the sky is as blue as....
....as blue as the beautiful eyes of my magischer mann.....   *giggle*
Sorry for all the bitching, but I just need to vent a bit.
Laters, Taters!
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| Bad Chipmunk!Bad, naughty Chipmunk! Stayed away a long time again. A thousand lashes with a wet noodle! (Where the heck did that phrase come from anyway?).
Well, the Chipmunk is in another major funk again, and it's lasting a lot longer than usual... a lot longer than I want. Hell, I don't want this at all. Unlike the other times when I got hit with depression, I know now what is causing it. Those other times I didn't, it was all purely chemical imbalance. Well, I mean, the chem imbalance is still there, but controlled. This time has a lot to do with losing Daddy. Like I've said before, I'm so happy he's at total peace now, and I know he's experiencing happiness and joy beyond words. But--I just can't get used to him being gone. Not used to not seeing him piddling around in the yard, or sitting in his blue recliner by the window. Not used to not hearing his pleasant voice, seeing his silly smile. I just miss everything about him!
I'll be doing fine, and then I'll see a picture or a video, or hear a song or a phrase that will remind me of him--then I start missing him all over again, and end up in tears. Events are coming around, and it's so damn difficult for both Mom and me. First Father's Day and Patrick's birthday without him.... now my birthday is this Friday, the 17th. Usually I take it with a grain of salt, and celebrate it with my family and say "hey, I'm (whatever age) and proud of it!" But this year, I don't feel like celebrating because Daddy won't be here. He won't be here for his and Mom's what would have been their 58th year together on Oct. 1st, or for his 82nd birthday on Oct. 3rd, or Halloween, or Thanksgiving, or Christmas, or New Years, or next Easter....
They say that the first year is always the hardest--not only for the surviving partner, but for the surviving children as well. I know it will get easier as time goes on, but right now, it's very rough.
Poor Tony and Patrick, they try to get me to go out more, but at this time, I just don't have the spirit. Oh, I do go out, just not as much as I used to. Right now I just go out for necessary things like the grocery, or to take Mom to wherever she needs to go.
I'm going to have to get out of this funk by next week, when Pat starts school again, because I'll have to pick him up every day like last year. He wants to wait a year or two before getting his driver's license--mainly because of the way he sees other people driving nowadays! I don't blame him! I swear, seems like most people get their licenses out of bubble-gum machines!
Speaking of cars.... I finally sold "Blue Belle", my Olds Cutlass, the one Daddy gave me when he got his Ford Taurus back in '04. Since Mom doesn't drive, she gave me the Ford when he died. $2000.00 I'm getting for her! No, not Mom--the Olds! LOL! She's worth it--Daddy took very good care of her, and she's only got not quite 77,000 miles on her yet, and she's a '94 model. She's got great heat and AC, power doors/locks/windows/steering, a whole new exhaust system, 6-cyl engine, good stereo. No CD player, tho', just a cassette player. Rides well, handles well. You can't drive her like a race car, but she's been very reliable for 3 yrs for us. Got us safely to and from Minnesota, Florida, New Orleans and Kentucky since '04, with no problems whatsoever. Her future owner is a very nice young man of 32, with a small daughter, and the Olds will serve him well.
A small part of that money is going towards a future Puppet Master Jester, and the rest will go towards house repairs.
Sorry, but nothing exciting has been going on here. It's been a boring-ass summer.
I would say "see you soon", but I never know when I'll be around anymore.... 
Hope y'all are doing ok.... from what I can see from your blogs, you already are.
Remember, Xangabuds.... Like the stars in the sky, I may not be seen all the time, but I am still here...
My Love to All!
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| Man, I got some MAJOR catching up to do!Hey, Xangabuds and Xangaland!
You know you've stayed away from your Xanga too long when you come back only to discover you've forgotten how to navigate around the site. I damn near forgot my password. *sigh* Blame it on MySpace. Since I've aquired additional friends on my profile--which includes not only fellow Puppet Master fans, but also Charles Band... Ken Hall (the writer of the original first PM story)... all the Puppets, including two Retros and the Totem... and the real Chucky, I've been busy with that lately. Like I said, that's my world I retreat to whenever I want to get away from the real world--and that's been quite often lately.
Other news: My 1:1 scale Blade replica still hasn't arrived yet, it's been 9 weeks now, I believe. I sent a message to www.fullmoondirect.com to inquire about it, and they said the manufacturer had some delays. Cheese n' rice, quit dicking around over there and send my damn replica, I didn't spend $210 for my health!  Meanwhile, I've aquired a few sweet PM comic books, tho'!
Yeah, I know, I'm trying to keep my Puppet Master stuff seperate from Xanga as much as I can, but I still like to mention any new things I get for my collection. lol.
On to other news: Patrick is enjoying his summer vacation, but as of this moment, he's got an earache... and possibly the start of an ear infection. His ear's been hurting for 3 days now, and I got him some earache drops. I'll see if I can get him in to see his Dr. tomorrow. Pat was digging around his ear with a Q-tip and I told him not to dig in so deep, but... *rolls eyes* No, he didn't damage his eardrum, or else he'd be in major, major pain.
Something funny he did couple weeks ago: We had visited my mom and I was pulling the car out the driveway. It was raining, and I told Pat, "Look at that dumb bird up there on the power line, just sitting in the rain." So, as I drove under the power line, Pat rolled down the window, stuck his head out the car, and in his deep, teenage voice, he yelled, "Ya wankah!" in his best British accent at the bird. The dumb thing just looked at us like we were crazy. I was laughing my ass off, I could barely drive down the rest of the street! Omg, the way he did that, it was soooo funny! We laughed and laughed about that the rest of the day and the week. Yes, my son is a strange one! Gets it from his mother. LOL! Other than that, he's still always doing something with weather and pinball.... the usual! 
Nothing much going on with Tony. He's still delivering auto parts, and currently he's working on writing a book with a friend of his. He's really good at writing romance stories and has a lot posted on a website and people are always encouraging him to submit something for actual publishing, so.... he decided to go for it! He's letting his hair grow out, it's down to his collar now, and with the way he has his sideburns, he looks fantastic! He looks younger with his hair grown out. He complains about the silver, but I like it, mixed in with the black. He's still in great shape--I'm telling you, Tony's the youngest-looking and best-looking 45 yr old dude I've seen yet! And I'm not saying that just because he's my dude. It's the truth! The man is a babe!   Isn't that sweet, almost 23 yrs with the guy and I can still "crush" on him. LOL! I still think his Shawnee heritage has something to do with that....
My mom is finally--FINALLY--not making so many demands on me now. For a while there, she was wanting me to take her here and take her there, like 4 times a week. Seemed like every time I'd turn around, it was, "Oh I need to go pick up my pills" and "I need to pick up a few things at the grocery." (Geezus, how many pills does this woman take??) She'd get only a few things at the store so that she'd have to call me up to take her 2 more times that same week. I told her last week that I'd only be able to take her out no more than TWICE a week from now on. I mean, there's other people willing to take her out to get her shit! I need time to do what I need to do for myself, and I gotta get these repairs done on the house. Besides, I don't see why she can't get enough groceries to last her the entire week. Aarrgghh! Drives me freaking nuts! Oh, and she tells me how to drive. I hate people telling me how to drive! First it's "Could you turn the radio down?" I already have it down in the first place, so now I have to turn it down so low I can't hear it at all... so for the most part, I just turn it off. Hell, why even have it on when she's in the car--all she does the whole time is yak, yak, yak, yak--and about the most stupidest, most boring shit, too. *rolls eyes* I'm talking every little detail about who said this, or who did that, and who died recently and that they were the sibling of the friend of the cousin of so-and-so.... who freaking cares?! Anyway, I don't drive fast with her in the car, I go no more than 40 in the 35 zone. She don't do this often, but sometimes she'll be like, "Don't go so fast!" Grrrrr! So, I go down to 20 and put my blinkers on. LMAO! Just kidding on that last one! She acts like I was born yesterday and don't know where anything is. "Up here, you'll be turning right"... "Walmart is on the corner so you need to turn left". Ok, how many years have I lived in Kettering? 21. How many times after I moved out that I've been in her area? Too many to count. I know that area like the back of my hand, for Pete's sake! But there she sits, giving me step-by-step directions as if I've never been to Kettering before... drives me nuts!! (no pun intented on the "drive" part, LOL!).
I swear, people.... I AM NEVER, EVER GOING TO GET OLD!! If I show any signs of aging, somebody please put me out of my misery. Then put my life essence--along with the special brain fluid serum--into a beautiful little girl-puppet and let me live forever, with the troupe of Puppet Master. (then I can really be with Blade and Jester!  ) LOL! And, I'd have another beautiful girl-puppet to hang out with too--Leech Woman.
Ok, ok, I shuddap. You all know I love my mom, but she was wearing me out there for awhile, and people making demands on me just makes me resentful. Not to mention, bitchy--but I seem to be bitchy 22 hours of the day nowadays.
There's more to tell, but it's gonna have to wait. I need to get going and mow some major lawnage. LOL, "lawnage". I'll try and make my rounds sometime this week.
Later, Tater!
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| I did it again!There I go again, staying away. Got a little burnt out on Xanga there for awhile. Spending too much time on MySpace. *sigh* Bad Chippy! Bad, naughty Chippy! It seems like I'm starting to get burnt out on damn near everything in life.
I was on my way to my first appointment with my new psychiatrist few days ago. Now, this guy's office is on Miamisburg-Centerville Rd. in Dayton. I ought to know by now where that street is, I've passed it several times while riding with Tony. Did I know how to get there on appointment-day? NO! I got lost. I FREAKING GOT LOST! How the sam hell did I do that??!! It's not like Miamisburg-Center-freaking-ville Rd. is that damn hard to find. But no, I got lost. And, I even called the office TWICE for directions, and I still failed to find the road! I was so pissed at myself! That Dr.'s office normally won't reschedule you, but since I got lost, they let it slide, so now my new appointment is July 18th. The day before, I'm going to Map Quest the place and drive out there with directions and see where the place is.
One bad thing about having Depression, is the forgetfullness. And, mine's getting bad! I've already forgotten about a medication I need to pick up for my cat--I was supposed to pick it up a week ago. I forget appointments, and times and dates, I forget where I put things all the time, I forget names and phone numbers--even my own phone number. Not too long ago, I went to call my Mom. and her phone number has been the same for damn near 40 years, and I had to ask Tony what the number was, because I FORGOT IT. Yeah. I've forgotten to put food and water out for the cat, forgotten to unplug my curling iron (thank God it's got an auto shut-off mechanism on it), there's been more than once I'd almost go out the door without my pants (I'd have the underwear on, thank God! LOL!), forgotten to put perishables back in the fridge or freezer... I cooked a little pizza not long ago in the "nuker" and forgot about it--it was in there for over 24 hours before someone opened the door to use the nuker and discovered my pizza. I couldn't tell you what I had eaten earlier today. There's been times I'd forget to even eat--period. I'm very surprised I haven't forgotten my keys and locked myself out of the house or car yet. Oh sure, I can have millions of notes posted all around the house, reminding me of this or that....but I'd forget to look at the notes. Or, I'd look at them, and be like, oh yeah, that's what I need to do or get....then a minute later, it's totally forgotten about. I'm tellin' ya.....the day I look at my mom or my best friend or my son or my man and say, "Who are you?"....that's when I'll know it's curtains for me. Good lord.....
Anyhoo..... today marks the first anniversary of my son's spinal surgery. Remember me posting about that? Patrick is doing really good, there's still a slight curvature, but the spine Dr. says he shouldn't have any more problems from now on. And, the scar is fading fast! Bad thing is.... Doc says Pat won't grow to be any taller than 5'7" or 5'8". If he never had the curvature and surgery, he would've grown to be his dad's height of 5'11" or taller. But, that's what Scoliosis and surgery does to the spine. Pat's already 5'5"....I think...so..... he gonna be a shorty, like me! I'm only 5'1". Used to be 5'2" but my own spine is starting to compress, so I'm shrinking. My mom shrunk from 5'2" to 4'11" now! Daddy used to be 5'7", but shrunk down to 5'5", maybe even 5'4", before he died. Spine problems (Scoliosis, Kyphosis, etc) run on both sides of my family, especially the paternal side.
Anyway, yeah, Pat's doing really well. I was looking at photos of him in his hospital room and watching a funny video I had taken of him. It was the day after his surgery and he was doped up on pain meds. My best friend and her family had come to visit Pat for a spell, and Pat was reciting some dorky rap stuff that he and my best friend's son had made up a while before. So, Pat was lying there in bed, doing this rap thing....and he looks over at the thing that monitors his oxygen level and he's like, "How's my oxygen level doing?" We busted our guts laughing! I mean, you could tell by the way he was talking, that he was doped up! I'd post it, but the rap has some explicit words... but otherwise, it was funnier than hell! I was laughing all over again, watching it. Pat calls from his room, "You watching that again?!" LOL!
I got lots more to tell you, but I'm tired now, so it will have to wait until another post.
Hope you all had a good 4th of July....I did.
Later, Tater!
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