Mojo no-go and Barbie is alive!

   If you tuned in to the blog yesterday, I was thinking I was some sort of voodoo woman because I complained about gas prices and the price went down.  So I tried doing my complaining magic on the Mega Millions lottery last night.  Well, my voodoo mojo was a no-go, didn't even get one number right.  Dadgummit!  So I'm back to selling plasma and hunting for pennies.
   Someone had posted a story on Facebook about a human Barbie from Russia, so I did some checking into her today.  According to the international tabloids, her name is Valerie Lukyanova and she's only 21 years old but has had enough plastic surgery to make her look like a live Barbie doll.  There's even a slideshow on YouTube that shows her before and after.  She was a pretty gal before, maybe not super-model gorgeous but not an ogre, either.  I would guess she could have gotten a date anytime she wanted.  But now, she's creepy looking!  Her waist looks like they sucked all the guts right out of her and pumped it straight into her bosom.  I don't know how she can even eat or why she doesn't fall over, especially if her feet are perpetually "en pointe" like a Barbie doll's.  I feel sorry for the poor thing, probably has to shop in the toy department and can't find any clothes over six inches long that will fit her figure.  Hope they create a human Ken for her real soon so they can have a little Skipper together.  (Or was Skipper Barbie's sister?  I forget.)
   I was stressing all morning about so much noise going on while DMan was sleeping (he works nights).  He didn't get to bed until later than normal anyway, then the tornado siren (which is right outside our bedroom) went off at 10am for the monthly drill, and after that the yahoo next door mowed his yard (again, right outside our bedroom).  When DMan got up, I said, "Sorry about all the noise today."  He said, "I slept great, didn't hear a thing."  Now, that's crazy!  I would've been cussing all that noise to high heaven if it was me trying to sleep.  Come to think of it, I was cussing the noise on DMan's behalf, and it ended up he didn't hear a thing.  Good lesson there for me:  quit stressing yourself until there's something to stress about!
   Have a fantasterrific (a word DMan made up) crazy day, Yall!