Weekend Update

When I was growing up my father was in the military so we lived all over the world. You move around; you collect friends. It was a way of life. I went to college; I collected friends. I've lived in 6 counties in New Jersey. Guess what? I collected friends. Its safe to say I've got friends all over the place.

I always feel bad when they call me up and ask me to fill them in on what has been going on in my life. My friends are doing exciting things like dropping out of law school and having multiple children and hiking Machu Picchu. My idea of excitement is buying several family packs of chicken and going home to divide it into 2 person portions for the freezer. You can't compare that to going to the lost city of the Incas.

This post is for all my friends. I'd hoped to delay you finding out how completely boring I am, but in all honesty I can't hide in any longer.

Mr. Little Man Update - He is doing really, really well. No matter what happens I can always gush about my child. He is going for individual speech therapy twice a week and it has made a huge difference. His diction and articulation has improved to the point where people are remarking that he is understandable. No, he still doesn't willingly speak, nor does he have a large vocabulary, but this is already such a huge step for him.

He is also starting to spell 3 letter words and he thinks rhyming is the funniest thing ever. Cat, Mat, Bat, Hat....that sort of thing.

The Cookie Dough update - CD & I haven't spoken in several weeks. With the exception of my grandfather I have never in my life met someone who is so much like me. It's almost like looking in the mirror. We had a huge blow out about something stupid. He says he won't speak to me until I apologize. I won't speak to him until he apologizes. The thing is that now whenever we lay eyes on each other we just start laughing because we're both waiting for something that is never going to happen. This may be the week that we finally get over it and go back to be friends.

Other personal stuff - Filet Mignon was on sale this week. I bought a huge one and cut it up into individual portions for the freezer.

Work is good. The racist is still there & she is hanging in. No matter how much crap we give her. And we all do. I almost feel bad for her.

Yeah, my family is still insane. I may be going to visit for Thanksgiving and I've broken out all my old psychology notes so that I can diagnose them all at the dinner table. I figure it will save them a couple of bucks and time spent at the shrink's. It's times like this I really wish I could write prescriptions. Or at least get some meds myself for the impending visit. Don't get me wrong; I love my family. I sometimes just feel like I only love them because they live 800 miles away.

CT is well. My nephew (hereafter to be referred to as Baby X) is awesome and just celebrated his first birthday. My sister in law.....well, let's talk about something more pleasant like syphillis or herpes.

And, no, I still haven't fulfilled my lifelong dream of winning the lottery. But I am totally considering selling my body on the street to finance Mr. Little Man's college fund. The problem is that I just don't think I get more than 2 bits for it.

What I am listening to - Tasha Taylor - Stand. If you don't know who she is you should check her out here or here.