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Another week down. Slowly getting closer to GIII's birthday. And I've still got a lot of work to do. Not necessairly to get ready for his arrival - I just need to do a bit of laundry for that and make a run to the store for diapers and wipes. But I mean packing the house. Cause the moment we can move across country with him, we're going. Especially after yesterday, when no conscious 11 year old neighbour boy decided to pull a knife on 9 year old boy of friends of ours in what started as a shouting match over picking on each other's siblings. G Jr. is NEVER playing with ANY of the neighbour's kids EVER AGAIN! And he's not going to be outside if they are either. And that's fucking sad that I have to do this in my own fucking home, but since H (the 4 year old G Jr. used to play with), aside from being a backtalking twit that G Jr. has learned too many bad habits from already, emulates her brother? What other choice do I have?

Yeah, like we'll be psycho family free in Sudbury. I'm sure there's a fair number of insane gene pools in that area too, but hopefully we'll be able to screen the neighbours before we settle on a house. I just can't take much more of them. If I caught G Jr. doing anything of the sort that happened yesterday, he'd not see the outside of his bedroom for a month. Yet, what does the boy's dad do to punish him? Lets him loose in the back yard with power tools to help finish their deck, something he enjoys doing!!!!! Where as our friend's kid, who didn't start it but should have walked away, has lost his TV privelages for a week and isn't allowed to go outside of his own properity, nor have his friends over for his part in the fight and for not walking away. Our friends' kids, aside from being typical for their ages, are well behaved. Mom and Dad say come in, it's time for bed, and yeah they may whine for a bit but they head in the house. They say please and thank you. They ask for permission before doing things. You know, stuff you'd expect from well raised kids. As for the neighbours... I don't want to find out the full extent of carpel tunnel syndrome in order to write out the huge stain they've made on the human gene pool, but believe me, there is nothing polite or civilized about the lot of them.

After that incident yesterday (Gunther was keeping an eye on them from the window, not wanting to intervein unless necessary cause lets face it, kids will bicker and argue regardless), I have a new found respect for my parents moving our family to the middle of nowhere when we were kids. Sure, we had idiot kids near by. But there was something about not having to see or hear them when in your own back yard. And if that didn't detour the twits, the company of canines we kept did. Dobermans and rottweilers, albeit sweet and friendly (anyone who says Angel was otherwise did NOT know my pup-pup) incited enough fear in others for them to mind their P's and Q's when on the properity. I don't think that was the intent my parents had when they got our first "mean" dog Beau. She was just a sweetheart and my parents wanted something that was not only beautiful and elegant, but was intelligent (and boy did they get that with her). But still, I remember well that the twerp kids in the area wouldn't come over to play if Beau was in the yard (and I do remember my Mom saying "No, Beau wants to play with you and your sister, she's not coming in and you're not leaving the yard"... I'm sure that was her intent to keep the neighbourhood kids at bay from time to time). Apollo doesn't incite the same fear... Maybe I should get a rottie... Wonder if my Mom will lend me hers?

*Sigh* Just waiting for September to get here... And then, for the house to be sold. Not putting it up until after GIII's born. So now I've got another reason to want it to happen sooner than later.