Barbie tried to kill me the other day, and I didn't even call her a hooch!

So I have been MIA, we all miss me.  It's been one hellofa couple weeks.  Last week great news:  Weatherman was top pick for the job!  Hitch because let's be honest there always has to be one...the FAA was withholding the pick for a couple weeks.  Fine, we can wait.  Fast forward to Sunday night, reading Little Dude a story before bed, WM comes in with the laptop.  I shat you not, the FAA refused to fill the job!  Dear FAA thanks for pissing in my cornflakes, and while you are at it, shit in it too.  There had been a job in Peachtree City, GA that weatherman did not put out for because of the 2 month wait on the OKC job.  He looked at me when I left LD's room and said he was sorry.  I'm still numb, I won't lie I was so pissed I could have killed with my stare, but I took the high road, I do that sometimes.  Weatherman had a growth moment with this situation, I wasn't about to rub his face in his screw job, or his own screw up putting all eggs in one basket.  There is a lifetime for that!  But I have pulled back a lot, and sought to reflect as to why the event transpired and how to grow from it. Convective season has officially sprung here with Weatherman being called back, wondering when he will come home from working event.  I am officially a weather widow!

We were blessed with my MIL's presence on Sunday.  She promised LD to come to his soccer game on Sat, but decided against it.  Beyotch...  Since it wasn't already shaping up to be an epically shitty day, we find that my SIL and BIL are coming too.  Ni-ce.  Coming once again to take something form the house and to theirs.  This time the china hutch from Weatherman's grandmother.  MIL was all put out we didn't have it prominently displayed since we converted the mid level into a place for a TV.  It was in the spare bedroom still with all the stuff in it.  Not good enough.  So now it will sit in my SIL's basement empty.  And this is alright.  WTF ever.  Good riddance, I guess. 

We upgraded our phones to DRIODS, and OMG, I understand why people dig them.  Blackberry can suck it!  We have the Motorola version, and even the weatherman cannot find a thing to complain about that.  I know, its like a first time for everything!! 

School:  I might not even scratch a C in the Anatomy and Physiology2.  I don't know because my arsehat of an instructor is not replying to ANY of my emails.   Kicker there, he is the only instructor and to pass the prereq- I need a C to "pass."  Oh yippe the lowest grade I have ever gotten AND get to take the class again if he doesn't "pass" me?  Some one must REALLY love me out there.  All of my other classes are done.  And no final grades, but I know its all good with them.  Diseases was a breeze, she just stopped reading my papers and gave me A+'s on all of them, so no probs there.  Typing, I'll get a B, because I thought it was cheating to give myself an A, but who knows she could just give me one for effort.  Then there is Pharmacology, she murdered the second report that I worked my arse off on.  I was POed tossed together the third one, no effort, very personal opinions and got an A.  WTF?  Not going to complain lowest should be a B/B+. 

I'm not taking any classes over the summer as I have to spend time with the little dude.  Splash pad and the likes.  And we will be traveling a lot no where fun just back home because I love the punishment.  Time to focus on what is important, family.  We three King's.  Time to reconnect and just hang.  School year didn't allow this, time to make up and make some memories to last till the next break!  I will also be stepping away from working on the site for one of my favorite bands, Collective Soul.  I emailed the rest of the awesome women who handle the fan site that I am leaving.  No pun intended, but after soul searching, I need to focus here, not anywhere else right now.  It wasn't fair to them, I wasn't there to do my updates. 


On to Barbie.  I was in Kmart the other day looking for something since I didn't want to go to Walmart and those are the only 2 stores we have here.  I was wondering the toy area looking for gifts for LD, and birthday gifts for fellow FF kiddo's.  I saw a Barbie lying on the grown and went to pick her up there was a hole in the plastic made so kids can listen to a preview of her sing.  My pointer finger slipped into the razor sharp hold from hell and sliced it!  OMFG, Barbie tried to kill me, or at least slice my finger off!  This, I theorize, is part of the intricate network of the hoocher dolls that are somehow paying me back for giving all my sisters dolls buzz cuts back in the day.  Damned plastic must have memories like elephants!  And it bleed like a stuck pig!  For assassination attempts such as this, I do carry a first aid kit.  Don't judge, I'm used to inanimate objects trying to kill me.  Premeditation was there, and I would bet my husband on it, she smiled a bit wider with her fake smile as the blood started to flow.