You Never Know What Your're Gonna Get

J finally decided to come to his senses and rip out the nasty carpet we had in the living room. He wanted it done ASAP. Yesterday afternoon we toiled and ripped the sucker out. As we got part way, we realized the finish on the floor wasn't as good as the potions we pulled up to see how the floor would look. There actually is no finish left at all on most of the center of the room. Let us just say J was not a happy camper. I, on the other hand, was just relieved the carpet was gone. Yes we'll have to get someone in to sand and refinish the floor. Yes, it will cost a couple hundred dollars. It won't be done today, but I'm sure once it is it will look 100 times better than the dog hair trap of a nasty tan carpet that looked dirty 2 days after you shampooed it. We have an area rug covering most of it for the time being. I hope it is a while before I have to dig staples out of a floor again. What am I going to use my Kirby for now?

Photostory Friday

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Since we are fast approaching year #2, I decided to go back to the same time last year. Miss Peanut Butter is a curious little thing. If there is something new, something that is placed out of reach, something her brother may have left laying around, she will get into it. The Boy brought home his football equipment and for some reason that only he and his dad understand left the bag on the dining room floor.

Peanut Butter trying to appear innocent as a football helmet has started to work its way out the the equipment bag. She really wants to say,"I'm just sitting here minding my own business." But since she is only babbling at this point, I'm assuming that is what this look means.

Upon questioning Miss PB does famous "What" shrug that everybody knows to associate with guilt. She is not wearing the Daddy's lil Rebel shirt just because it is cute. Oh no, she has a mind and will of her own.

Turn your back for a second and she thinks the coast is clear and gets the helmet all the way out. Seeing she is caught, she just smiles and continues to play with the helmet, probably figuring, I'm going to get the most out of this trouble making episode.

The Bane of my Existance

This piece of equipment, known as the jogging stroller has opened up the so-called joy of running to me. I hate running! I should say I hate forcing myself to run. When I just head out with the intentions of just walking, even in flip flops, I end up running a little bit and enjoy it. I think my quest to build miles and become a "real" runner has become tedious and heart wrenching. I don't seem to build any miles and I have yet to feel like anything other than a fat mom pushing a freaking heavy-a$$ stroller. Push-Run-Push-Run. There is usually a purpose to my running, a destination: the grocery store, the library, the baseball field. Now that baseball is over, maybe I can use those nights to do more add mileage and such. I am going to not concentrate on getting the mileage, but to enjoy the time. We'll see how that goes.

Stressed, Shoes, and Scrapbooking

I think I am married to a deaf man. I don't know how he can just sit by as I struggle with Peanut Butter. How he cannot hear my cries for help is beyond me. I even said as he was 3 feet from me maybe Daddy can take you outside for a bit. What does he do takes her over by the tv and puts noggin on. So she runs back over to the door and I take her outside to battle over the edge of the driveway and the street. J comes out 20 min later to see what we're up to. I understand he worked today and I didn't, but come on a little help. I'm trying to get dinner cleaned up, the dishes done, my lunch for tomorrow made, laundry. On his days off he stops doing a lot of the parenting stuff as soon as I get home. I on the other hand still have to do everything. I am beyond pissed right now and I just know he is going to ask for something tonight, and that my friends just isn't happening.

On an other note, since I cannot buy adorable shoes for myself because of my wonderful 11 wides. I live vicariously through my daughter. Since Leslie found a great deal at Kohls yesterday I had to go today. I was going to get the skechers, but even with the extra 30% off they were a little rich for my blood, they must have had a better sale there. I did however get these and a cute pair of nike sandals on clearance for next year for a total of $16.66. I spent way too much time in there and Peanut Butter was more than ready to leave. Especially when I wouldn't get her the Dora sandals.

Since I have been actually sitting down and scrapbooking, yesterday I said to myself, "Girl, you need some of that new Basic Grey and you can always use some more My Minds Eye. You will have no problems making the perfect pages then."$75 later I came out with an inch of paper and a new paper trimmer, that so far is awesome. I completely lost my mind. I wanted to take home half the freaking store. It had been probably 6 months since I bought anything. I said I was going to use up some of my stacks of stuff and I did fairly well until I saw the Euphoria stuff.It is a good thing they didn't have any Eva that would've been another 10 dollars. I did buy some of the new Bo Bunny Press too.Now I should be crankin' out pages. Ha Ha. It is a good thing the store is a 40 min drive and Peanut Butter is way more than I can handle in there. The Boy watched her as I did my damage.

I'm heading off to bed now, I am dreading the alarm clock for work tomorrow. I actually have to work seven in a row this week, plus and extra 2 hrs at the shooting range. Can you feel my excitement?

We May Have a Catcher on Our Hands

J was putting some baseball equipment away last night, when he decided to stick a catcher's helmet on Peanut Butter. She quick ran away a bit, turned around and got in the catchers position; she would even stick out her hand like it had a glove on. I guess she did watch some of The Boy's games. J is hoping she'll be a catcher now. We both caught in high school; The Boy wanted no part of it. I think he caught one game just to try it.

Not the best photos, but she kept falling over from the helmet as I tried to take her photo.

The End of the Baseball Season

Last night the baseball season came to a close. We had a tournament here in town, it was nice to walk down to the field and be able to go home between games. I have hardly seen J since Friday, but he is home now. Here are some highlights of the weekend.

Miss Peanut Butter is into driving just about anything with a steering wheel. She has been sitting on this bad boy off and on for the last couple weeks. She also loves to point to planes overhead and wave to them.

The real reason Peanut Butter loves "ball," it is for the "eye-key." Everyone thinks she is saying ucky, but it is ice cream. She had issues with this stuff since it wasn't the standard malt cup we have been getting, it was a fancy sundae cup with caramel and chocolate cow pieces. She also has a new princess sippy cup on which she points to Snow White and says mumma.

The Boy finally got to play first base yesterday, he usually play the outfield on this team. The coach finally got sick of one of the regulars. Why you ask? Let me tell you, first of all this other kid hardly put out any effort and why it took til the last game of the season for this to sink in is beyond me. Second in our first game of the morning we start and inning in the field and a ground ball get hit to second and the second baseman goes to throw to first and yells, "Where's our first baseman?" At the concession stand of all places. Yep, not even in the dugout, at the concession stand getting a doughnut. WTF.
I hope he doesn't play next year. But next year we don't have to have the "everyone" gets to play rule either. I don't think there isn't a parent except his own that wants him back either.

The Boy had an awesome hit here. Smacked himself a 2 run double. It was a Beautiful hit. They were beginning to look like they were coming together, but they ended up losing. They always seem to have one inning that kills them.

Can I talk to you about sportsmanship. A coach from one of the teams *cough* Janesville Heat, decided since somehow times got mixed up and they played at 12:30 and not 9:30 like they thought, he decided to take it out on our 11 year old team, which to be honest isn't very good. They ran up the score 21-0 in 2 innings. They game got called for time limit. He told the 3rd baseman as he was sending his players home on passed balls, his team sucked. WTF. Even the mom's from the Heat on the sidelines thought it was uncalled for. I guess he showed us.

Argh That Darn Car

The girl is obsessed with the car I found. This morning bright and early at 6:30 am she gets up and after coming down stairs hand me a shoe to put on and then another one. She then hands me one of my sandals and tries to pull me outside to play with the car. She was disappointed when I got her dressed and wrangled her into the stroller to go watch The Boy's last games. When we get home after a nap, Peanut Butter is all about playing with the car. I put a pair of shoes on her and we went outside. After one trip down the driveway, I thought, "Oh crap! She's dragging her feet." So the wonderful cute little shoes that I loved ......

Are now this.....

I am kicking myself for putting them on her. I'm glad I only paid 3 dollars for them. Maybe Target still has some left...