Did you miss me?

I've been crazy busy. Let me catch you up:

The girls are giving the speech therapist a hard time. But Dr. D has been showing some signs of progress: over the last few days, she's said a few words and even imitated words with some accuracy. I'm still waiting for the torrent of speech that's supposed to come forth. Both girls are now pointing to things they want - the other morning, Dr. D. pointed to my bran muffin during our breakfast -- I was in shock -- she ate half my damn muffin, which I gladly relinquished - so nice to see her EATING something other than cereal or PB & J. As an added bonus, she had a lovely BM following said bran muffin -- sorry if that's TMI.

Miss Princess is still not speaking. However, she's most definitely testing her limits. She's figured out how to shake her head "no" to indicate her desires. Also very popular is throwing objects that are not wanted, landing her in time out several times this week. Which brings me to another point - "time out" is a complete joke. Princess sits in her time out chair, and laughs at me. Silly mommy. Trix are for kids! Yet another thing on my list of stuff NO ONE tells you when you're pregnant.

Anyway, here's my current bitch about speech therapy: Realizing that I've had to throw fits just to get the guy we got, and beggars can't be choosers; if I had a choice, I'd request a therapist who at least has proper diction. This guy has such a regional NYC/Brooklyn accent. He's trying to teach my kids to speak, and pronouncing words like CHAIR as "chay-ya" and MORE as "mow-ah". It turns my stomach. When my kids finally speak, they're going to speak like Fran Drescher. Yikes.

I purchased Halloween costumes for the girls: They are going to be cheerleaders this year - I got a great deal on their costumes. I broke down and bought one for myself as well, since my BIL will be hosting his annual Halloween party. I'm going to be a nun. You heard me. Keep yer comments to yerself, 'mkay?

In the "what's ths world coming to" department - WTF is up with "Dog the Bounty Hunter" getting arrested last week? If you don't know what I'm talking about, look here. OK. I'm coming out of the closet here - I watch the show. I'm hooked on it, mostly because I watch the reruns late at night when I'm up scrapbooking. I think its a damn shame what's happening here, and thinking of this family has weighed heavily on me. I think the thing that makes me angry about this whole thing is that US Marshalls didn't give Dog, Tim and Leland a call and give them an opportunity to surrender voluntarily. I mean, did the US Marshalls think that if these 3 were given a heads up as to their wanted status, that they'd run? These guys uphold the law, believe in the law, work to benefit the law. The whole thiing was handled badly. If two US Marshalls showed up at his door, at a reasonable hour, and said, "Hey, we need to take you in because of this Mexican warrant," I'm sure Dog would have been all, "OK, let's get this handled." But, to do this at 6am, with 8+ Marshalls, is a bullying tactic, pure and simple. There are various websites set up for petitiions, sites for donations and such. And yes, before you say anything - I'm aware that Mr. Chapman should have known better performing a bounty in Mexico. I'm saying that there's something more to this story, and that Mr. Chapman (given the fact that he put away a vicious rapist, and continues to serve his community) should have been treated with more respect. Just sayin'.

And way too early for Christmas, the hysteria begins. The "tickle me Elmo" 10th anniversary edition: UGH. You can't get one of these anywhere, you can't pre-order them, and the vultures are already selling them for $250 on eBay. I'm old enough to remember the Cabbage Patch doll hysteria in the 80's, people literally beating the shit out of each other to buy some ugly doll. Craziness.

OK. Here's the Friday Fiver:

1. Where were you last night? - At Danielle's House
2. Did you speak with anyone? - Yup. Danielle mostly.
3. What were you wearing? - The mommy uniform
4. What did you eat or drink? - Crackers, tasty dip, some wine, and a soda.
5. Can anyone verify your whereabouts from midnight to 5am? - Ask DH. He was home with me at that time.