this post is inspired by a post on BB, made by the lovely Mrs D. Scruffy. (and her wonderfuly DH's birthday and 17 years of marraige)

DH and I have been married two years come 27th of November. two babies in that time. and a whole lotta shite in a middle.

When we started dateing i was in year 12. about 4 or 5 weeks off being 17. (so 16) and i met DH while working at subway. we'd been friends via Email for a few months. when i broke up with a then boyfriend i was talking to a girl i worked with and explained how i felt towards DH she made a comment that well...made me go out with DH - "bah, you like him go out with him. its about YOU guys and not your friends. be happy with him" and i listend to her and here i am now. Mrs DH! haha. I lost *all* of my friends when we started dating. almost got kicked out of school - thanks to me shoving a former best friend into a wall; which i was most proud i *did* punch her in the face, she'd have a concaved nose. but he stood by me. he delt with the repocations of an abusive relationship on my end. and my depression. the self harm that came with it. after i finished school i kept on with a chefs apprentiship, which DH delt with the fall out from that - depression and the start of angsiaty - thanks to the bitch i worked under. he also got to walk down the street with me - while i had a sexy black eye and an eyebrow glued back together after an accident. ironicly with a shirt saying "its only illigal if you get caught" bright idea wasn't it? LOL. but we plodded along. my BIL and SIL made a point of showing their dislike for me not long after i turned 18. they claim i dont like them after DH forgot (due to anti depressants he was on at the time) to put my name on their engagment card. to the point the first 4 nights after i turned 18, i staied over at DH's having my licance and all it was brillaint. they didn't think so, so an A4 sheet of paper had a note written on it - telling DH and if i was to stay over (he was renting his brothers house...) they needed to know and i could not stay over on a wednesday night 0_o due to SIL staying over. yup, two people 7 years older then I chucked a tanty over me staying over at a house they where *never* in, it may have also been over the fact i cared more about "their" cat before she died after being hit by a car Ohh and maybe due to me staying over and 'alone' in the house one day when we bought Bella muss home and i didn't have tafe and wanted to keep and eye on her and Cougar muss. but eather way they showed they didn't like me. but i got my own back (in a way) when DH bought our current house and asked my mum, aunt and nanna over to our new one (thinking we'd have finished moving) only to have them come and help do a final clean AND my dad rock up to boot to help move our bed. the look on SIL's face seeing me, mum, auntie, nanna and dad all walk out was priceless. i think BIL got the idea of how imporant/close my family was when at mine and DH's wedding DH thanked an aunt and uncle for flying down from muldura for it (a thursday wedding!) at such short notice.
but other things happend to cause more of a rift there. over the christmas i was carrying DJ - SIL did not say one thing to me besides "do you know if its a boy or a girl?" after DJ was born we had arrange to see them for them to meet DJ - not the other way round. they had a minni tanty about DH not texting them when DJ was born. they didnt bother wishing him a happy 30th birthday so we call it even.
and now after a semi "nice" patch meaning christmas last year they bought DJ a small toy and his birthday the same. they didn't come to my 21st (pfft never thought they would) but they slapped me in the face by giving us a card for Vics birth - but addressed to no one. now they're expecting their first but i cant bring myself to be so cold hearted as them. no once again i'll be nice. but any whoo.

in the two years DH and I have been married i've spent 18 months of that UTD LOL. we're getting there. we have our ups and downs as every cuples have.

we have talked about going back for #3. we'er not 100% sure yet but its a maybe...

every time i sit down to blog (read rant/rave/babble) some one wakes up or gets upset.

Been fairly busy around here. we're painting our lounge room/dineing space (its not a room as its connected to the lounge) we've almost finished the feature walls. a lovely dark blue. its already 'lifted' the room. but that didn't take much. as the shitful purple that belongs in an old womens home or doctors waiting room has been made to look some what nicer. but that too shell be gone soon - as we're painting the other walls a nice 1/4 "artic dasiy" or some drivle. its an off white. but it'll make the room nice and bright and non-old women like. (which will make me feel less frumpy!) and we just need to re-paint the window cils too...

Which leads me to this rant. about the dick head son of the women who owned this place before us. my GOD he did a shit job. the lounge walls the paint he painted on sucks balls. its not bloody even. (we saw this before but now its a pain in the friggin' ass) and also. who the FUCK paints over Mission brown. like strait over mission brown? no sand back nothing?!?! its a pain in the friggin' ass. esp. when the mission brown was let to run and we're trying to stand back lumps and bumps. plus the blue thats over it now look dirty (what not to do when UTD? try and clean 'dirty' blue paint that has mission brown under it. it'll never CLEAN!) so we're fixing this. with another coat of DARKER blue. no more dirtyness. if we have paint left over - i'll be attacking the kitchen cupbords with it. they need a good 'ole paint. as does the pantre door. but that can wait. i want to borrow dads sander and attack our huge ass "piddled beer glass door" fame. mission brown. blegh. who ever thought it was "cool" to paint this colour indoors need their head checked, then smoothed.

the upside? DH and I are spending more time together. which consists of me watching and handing over paint. and him cussing out the wall for its crappyness. Ohh and he also ripped the stupid, stupid paint out of the dunny too. as it once again shows how blegh it is. and how cheap the dick head son of the women who owned this house before us really is.

In other news. DH and I have semi agreed that *if* (read more likely then not) we have a 3rd it'll be in two years. - i think DH wants a third more then he'd care to admit, as he told me 'march or october are good months" to have a baby. due to the star signs (yes, we're into them) but who knows. every time i tell some one i have two boys they ask if we'll have a third and aim for a girl. i smile and tell them "pfft, no i want another boy" amusing watching their face change!

Oh looks like i have a Teradactal (DJ) awake.
...i wonder if i give him baked beans tonight if that'd make him noice and farty tomorrow? we may see my *darling* (/sarcasum) brother and sister in law. i'd love nothing more then for him to fart very, very loudly near my SIL, the prudish bitch she is...that and to breast feed in fount of her. OHH LOOK MY BOOBIE IS OUT! ... so much worse then cuddleing DH (cuddled DH in fount of her 4 years ago and she cracked the sads and said she didnt like it 0_o yet she MADE OUT with BIL and i said nothing! sutpid wentch)

*takes deep breath*

alot has happend in the few weeks since my last post.

I've gone on a semi health kick to try and re-gain my body. i say semi as the idea of having a third baby is still ~there~ so i dont want to get my body back to where i want (or would LOVE) it to be, only to have another bub and be back at the first step. but losing 10kg would be nice. heck even more. but we'll see. also because im breast feeding i dont want to push myself too hard.

on that note a WooHOO! i'm still breast feeding. i expressed for DJ until he was just over 4 months old. so half way there for that. but im exlusively breast feeding which is wonderful for me. Vic will take a bottle for me - i have given him one EBM top up after a rough night with DJ and i couldn't attach vic laying down. but since then he's got the idea lol.

DJ has been good the last few weeks with his teething. still a whole other molar to come though (so 4 points) and then 4 eye teeth which im dreading. alot! but we'll get there.

DH, Dj, Vic and I went on a two night escape to Nuggerna - near bernsadle which is near lakes entrace. its really good for gas prices (read 50c p/l! not bad seeing as its around 47c p/l near home) and the place we staied at had some wonderful birds. i named one of the rosellas "little shit" as it was! (i call it him as it was a male thing todo!) little shit would eat out of my hand at one stage i got him to sit on one hand and eat out of the other. but if *any* other bird came onto the rail/table/gound little shit would charge at them. which looked rather comical as one bird that little shit charged at was a magpie! it was also good seeing some of the places that mean alot to DH from his childhood. not much has changed he said. other then a few roads being tared and maybe the odd house here and there.

speaking of houses DH and I have set a goal to save up/repay as much debt as possable to buy (or even build!) a new house for us within 5 years.. hopefully not too far away from family. but we'd like some more space. 1acer would be nice. we saw the *perfect* house for us. but it was too far out for DH and work. it was 1.5acers 4 bedroom, 2 bathroom,2 studys. lovely back yard and BUSH at the back! maybe in time we'll find the right house in the right place. if not we might find land and build (or even kit-house it!) as i've told DH i'd love to have some chooks, maybe even a sheep or two. (or a cow LOL) but time will tell. i'd also like for my boys to grow up with space. i was lucky to have a back yard as a kid. hell we're lucky to have the yard we have at our current house. so many greedy developers leave that out of their plans/blocks now its not funny. a kid needs a back yard to play in! dig holes make mud pies. yes there are parks but im not sure how safe they'd be to dig in. but i may be wrong.

but until tht happens DH and I are thinking of re-painting our loung/dineing space. its an inspipid purple/lilac colour. think: doctors waiting room cheapest, nastyst paint. also not a HUGE help but the fact the window cills and arcotravies where mission brown - but the dick head son of the women who owned this place before us painted strait over the top (and poorly too!) so now its bleeding though which sucks, its a dirty blue/gray now. (and i admit it drove me batty whilest nesting with vic!) but it looks like we've set on some new colours. a nice off white with two shades of blue (we're making the walls with doors feature walls!) so it'll dress the place up. the only rooms left to paint after that is ours and the bathroom/loo. but the loo walls will need to be re-pasterd as the dick head son of the women who owned the place before us just ripped off (we think) so its all pitted. also not helped by my art on one of the walls eather. at the time its the only thing DH would let me be creative with lol.

and in other news my darling *sarcasim* BIL and SIL are expecting their first. due the day before DJ's second birthday. which is nice for them. i hope she goes over though - makes birtdays easier for my PIL as things between BIL and SIL and myself and DH is fairly rocky. but SIL has admited she doesn't really like me. but i dont honestly care. i've been nice to her and BIL. but its a new life comming into this world so i wont be holding a gruge against the child she births into this world. they have no mallace so i'm not going to start any. the thing that *has* bugged me is FIL. SIL is a small built women. and he's going on about how she'll need to have "the baby cut out of her" well he caught me in a bad mood the other day when he said it and i pointed out i birthed a 7lb 15oz baby in DJ. took an hour and 20mins of pushing. with vic i birthed a 9lb 6.5oz baby in under two hours. every women can birth a baby she just needs to know (and trust) her body todo so!

In the next few weeks hopefully we'll be able to get started on the painting and making this house less "little old lady" and more "young family". its taken only..ohh...three years to do much to the inside of the house! DH has been working on the out side. but now its time to work on the inside!

Ohh any one have any ideas what to get a women turning 90? my nan turns 90 in a little over a month and i have nooo idea what to get her!

they are really stupid.

i just went though all of my old pre-preg/baby clothes and threw out 2/3s of them. and i feel like crap.
yep, its 4 weeks post baby but still, i want clothes that FIT me. not just show off all my lumps and bumps and make me feel very, very unattractive. *hmmph*
i've gone from a 14-16 to an 18 Hmmph. so im hoping if i start watching what i eat (and how much!) to lose some of the weight. and maybe feel good about myself. but that wont take away my strechies (when im in a 'normal' better mood i dont mind them) or the fact my belly is streched out and has wringels on it :(

now im going to go and put the clothes in garbo bags and tomorrow take them to the selvos.

i wish i could sleep though.

Today being one of them.

Vic fed every two hours from 11pm last night. while yes we co-sleep vic has never really cottoned onto feeding while laying down. so i still sit up and feed and then cuddle him after. the upside is it takes 20mins per-feed. not bad so i still get an hour and 20mins of sleep. but dj was up at 6:30am. DH made minmal effort to keep things quiet so i dosed from 6:30am until 8am. then i'm up for the day. DH got a shower in there and some odds and ends done. strangly not doing the dishes. Ohh and moving the clothes basket. not putting them away though.

FIL comes over after i have a shower and starts telling me to watch DJ doesn't grab vics eye. yep, i have my OWN eyes and deal with this. vic sleeps, i nick down the shops with DJ as DH and FIL are putting in a canara/fire box thingy. i come home to a very upset vic which means i have to take him out side when i bring in DJ - juggleing an 18 months old and a one month old isn't easy, esp. when walking though muddy puddles

FIL then goes on to tell DH and I that my lovely BIL and SIL (please understand the sarcasum there) are expecting a baby. the DAY BEFORE DJ's 2nd birthday. yay. NOT. i dont want him shareing birthdays (but if their baby chooses to come then, so be it) i shared my birthday with my grandmother and it wasn't always fun. my 18th was forgotten about my 21st was so/so but hey. thats 'cus its ME! any whoo i'm already stressed about what will be expected of me. you see i'm the "nice" once who lets all things "roll off my back like water off a ducks" i'll always support DH and his family. but TBH this time i will struggle. you see after DJ was born they didn't give us a card - why? DH didn't text them about the arrival of DJ - we both called our folks and let them have the plesure of telling every one. this time we called our folks and texted just about every one we could think of to let them know. and this time we got a card. but it wasn't worth the cardbord it was printed on. it was litterly the card sentiment then their names. no "Dear/to Dansta & DH" it was BLANK! ohh but it did have a date on it *rolleyes* and that to me was the biggest fucking slap on the face, i have remained amicable though all of the years of bullshit. and we're talking the near-er to 5 years of it. i asked them to dj's 1st birthday i asked them to my 21st and now THIS.

plus its not a huge help that dispite vic only being a month old im thinking about #3 already. yes, #3. DH has gone from "no never again" to maybe. and even threw in the condition that Vic is to be walking if we have #3.