busy week.

its been nuts here. unpacking, fixing. repacking moving and unpacking again. remind me never to move again.

i cleaned up the fish pond out the front (runs along the front of our house) only to find we have a SHIT load of fucking fish. we're talking near-er to TWO hours ro 'fish' them all out. and three of them would easy be the size from the tip of my middle finger to the base of my palm! all nice and clean though. fish seem happier. and not so many mossies.

haven't seen D this weekend. i think due to the Ex gf UTDness. and him needing space. i admit i do worry a little about him. but i guess its natural...well for me. miss over-the-top-motherly-ness. but no doubt i'll see him tomorrow or that when his ute comes back with new tyres on it. they had 31.5inch ones on. so the cab of the ute sat i guess just below my hip. he's had 33inch ones put on so now it'll be hip hite, as he also has a 7inch lift on it. (but it looks cool) with spot lights on it for his hunt-anything-that-moves-that-isn't-human. he's a really interesting bloke under it all. and honstly he's more like an older brother who i never had. who else would pick a play fight then get slapped? or just be a cheeky little shit towards all in the name of fun? the funniest thing wad thursday i went for an early morning walk - and walked past the pines along our drive and saw him so said good moring win #1 i scared him (one to me thirty to him LOL) win#2 dispite him piddleing i didn't see anything hahaha.

In other news my PIL are comming tuesday night. fun fun fun. not.
i dont want to see FIL, at all. MIL is just "meh" but FIL its like a loaded gun with a twichy finger on the trigger. i'll walk away if i have to. i'll kick and scream into my (now hung) punching bag if i have to. i will play nice but if backed into a corner with them, well i'll go all rocky-belbowa on their ass and they'll see this mumma lion rawr. i've told DH i'll be nice. but i'll also get my revenge. my wake up time now is around 5:30-6am...wednesday morning i'm getting up at 5am. clank-clank-clank cleaning the kitchen, sweeping the floors, getting the chooks out, feeding them. getting brekkie ready, maybe even make some muffins for their trip home...hopefully all before 7am *evil laugh here* thats how bad it is. and if i'm feeling nasty i'll really dig the boot in by buggering off with the kids for a walk - if they're both up for an hour or so. stuff 'em. toboot aunt flow is trying to rear her frikkin' ugly head and i'd love for her to FUCK OFF for a few months yet.

Ohh and i sliced my finger open with a bread knife today. three paper towls later...stupid thing.