Changes

Classic.

5 years later.

Fall (in color)

 Jason Aldean Concert.

 Athens. Round One. Alicia's Birthday.

 Halloween. Charlie Brown and Linus.

 Mississippi State Junction

 Thanksgiving

 yum.

 Athens Round 2. AU vs. GA

 Auburn vs. Alabama

Merry Christmas Y'all

Hokay, so, for Halloween this year, Clayton and I decided (on a whim, I might add) to be Charlie Brown and his best friend Linus van Pelt, specifically from the Halloween special "It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown."

The costumes turned out decently enough, I suppose:

The other sign (that Clayton
is holding) is for a contest. Just
disregard it.

But they probably would have been awesome if I had spent as much time on them as I spent on my brother's costume (who is 27 and married, by the way). See, Thursday night, he called me to inform me that he basically needed me to make his whole costume in less that 24 hours. (At this point, I had not started on my own costume or Clayton's) And what did my completely self-sufficient brother choose to be?...: Macho Man Randy Savage... Yes. This guy:

Well.. I think my efforts paid off... He ended up looking like this:

No, he's not wearing a diaper, that's just his shorts rolled up.
He thought it looked "better." haha

I'm sad to see October go so quickly... it's my favorite month and I never feel like I enjoyed it or soaked it in enough. Oh, well... maybe next year.

SeptemberFest

So it's been a while since either of us have blogged, but we've been so busy with our totally interesting lives. Last year, Shelby and I had a very eventful October. It will forever be known as Octoberfest. This year, our September was very similar...but better. It will forever be known as Septemberfest. Original name..I know, but if it ain't broke, don't fix it.
The first event in our lineup was the Auburn vs. Mississippi State game. This past memorial day Shelby and I worked at Magic Moments camp. We met the love of our lives, and prom date for that weekend:the wonderful, fantastic, and poofy hair that is Brett Perry. B-rett, as we so lovingly call him, currently attends Mississippi State. At camp I told Brett he could stay with us for the game, and bring all of his friends. Well... He took us up on that offer. He brought five friends and himself. At first I was like ehhh, but by Sunday I didn't want them to leave. We had a blasty blast. Brett and his friends are full of one liners and quick whit. As a result of the visit, a hat was left. The hat has now become our best friend. She currently goes on all adventures with us. We like to think of it as sisterhood of the traveling hat.
The second adventure Shelby, the hat, and I had on our Septemberfest lineup was the Jason Aldean concert. I originally went to see Jason in July. Well it basically hurricaned. So, as a result of rescheduling, Amelia and Shelby got to go to the concert with me the second time around. Jason Aldean was AWESOME. If you like him, love him, dont know him, but like country music...get on ticketmaster and find yourself some tickets. He was so excellent. We loved it. (the hat especially) I would go again. Totally worth it.
The third adventure, and last on the lineup has yet to come. We are venturing over to Athens, Ga this weekend. One of our best friends turns 21 this weekend, and it is vital that we celebrate her birth. The hat is also coming along. The University of Georgia may never be the same.

I'm leaving you with a little love: http://vimeo.com/15796763
Its probably the cutest thing Ive ever seen.

xoxo -ch

I LOVE the Fall... I'm Kindddaaaa Obsessed.

My obsession might have something to do with the fact that, here in the deeeep South, Autumn never lasts very long... We probably get about one collective month of pretty colors and crisp air (notice I said *crisp* not frosty, although I don't mind that either, but you know some people get their panties in a wad over cold weather) before all the leaves start dying and falling off the trees and the "winter" comes. Not to mention, even in our "cold" seasons, there are still days where it reaches up to 80 degrees for some inappropriate reason. For me (a person who is perpetually intolerant of heat for some unknown anatomical reason), anything above 70 degrees is too hot, especially when the sun is out... That darn sun, always making everything hot... If vampires were real, I would probably be one. Not in a weird, blood-thirsty way... just in a weird "I hate the sun - my skin reflects the sun - I like to be cold and hate being hot - being hot makes me angry like the Hulk" kind of way. Also, Clayton episodically calls me a vampire and insists that I look like I would be "cold to the touch."

Anywayyyyy, needless to say, I love the Fall, because I like actually being able to wear nice clothes without wanting to rip them off and jump in a pool. Also, I like all the pretty colors: on the trees, in decorations, in fashion, in the holidays' festivities... etc. So in honor of this glorious, short-living season, I put together some collages (of course I did) of a lot of pictures (because it's practically impossible for me to pick favorites) that make me think of the whimsy and wonderfulness of Fallllll:

CLOTHESSSSS :D

... Like outdoor movies with lots and lots of blankets, and the smell of a burning fireplace, and playing outside with my hypothetical dog, and kissing llamas, and Taylor Swift, and PUMP-I-KINS, and indoor blanket forts! Woo! (okay, so those are just my personal preferences... but aren't they magicalllll)

One day, I might finish all my projects... but probably not.

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And since I like collages so much, I threw one together of some stuff I would buy for Clayton if I was a rich girl (na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na) 



I would actually not buy that jewelry box, I would make it.

Anyway, here's some more recent pictures of our yet-to-be-finished-probably-never-will-be-finished apartment:

Clayton's room

The before/after pictures of the TV stand

errrrday

Shelby and I do this everyday because we have the greatest apartment in Amerrrica


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qR3rK0kZFkg

Hooligans

There are hooligans in the neighborhood y'all. Shelby and I have these lovely young ladies for next door neighbors. They look harmless, but don't let them fool you. They have been moved in for approximately 48 hours. Within those 48 hours they have wreaked havoc. Night one involved loud music, shackers, etc. Night two (last night), I awoke to what sounded like bowling on the other side of the wall. Let me tell you... Im pretty sure they were not bowling. I was gonna give her the benefit of the doubt until I heard a muffled male voice through the wall. Shelby and I venture out of our apartment this morning to see that we were given a welcome mat by the hooligans. This welcome mat just happened to belong to our across the hall neighbor. Don't worry, we returned it. We then walk down the stairs to find a poor innocent chair shattered into pieces.
All is well though because Shelby and I have to greatest apartment ever. I also met the hooligan's dad. And I will inform him and his oddly large eye brows if I wake up to the sound of bowling on the other side of the wall again. xo

HOKAY. SO. Basically, realty companies can pretty much be blanketed as incompetent and ridiculous. One such realty company (whose name I will leave out because I don't want to get sued for slander/libel) resides in Auburn and likes to think of itself as having the ability to monopolize the real estate business in Auburn. And that wouldn't bother me so much, if they actually had a brain and could function well that way (kind of like Wal-Mart, but it has its problems). But they don't, and they can't, sooooo people like me and Clayton get stuck trying to fix all their half-heinied attempts at managing their properties, which leaves us to tend to: jammed locks on apartment complex entry doors, crap linoleum from 1991 all over the place, passé brown/navy berber carpet, moldy shower knobs, linoleum sheet-covered bathroom counters in a pedestrian forest green and onyx "marble" [that is peeling off might I add], a leaky refrigerator, half-attached 80s light fixtures with paint splattered on them, unpainted caulk patches on the walls, and a parking lot that is approximately 150 yards away. And would you like to know the only think they've done to fix these problems?... They proceeded to  lay a fake wood linoleum [which will inevitably have to be replaced again within 2 years] throughout the entire place with the exception of our bedrooms, in which they put new beige carpet, and our bathrooms, in which they simply left the 1991 1-square-inch tile, banana-colored linoleum. Now, look, I'm not trying to sound like a brat, because I know a lot of places are way worse than that, but those people don't pay the same amount as we do, not to mention that other people on our hall, who by the way pay the same rent as we do, also have nicer/newer/better quality components than we do, and I refuse to pay for what I'm not getting, as would any other functioning human being.

BUT, despite all their inadequacies, I still love our apartment, because it's ours; and hello, it has huge rooms, and it's in the center of everything.
Here's some pictures:

"This one is for like cutting food with, and this one is
for like killing people with."

This is Margeaux (the big-eyed monkey/lemur/loris thing) and Agnus (the alpaca/llama). They're fluffy and we love them.

Moving On Up Y'all

On February 22nd 2011, Shelby Selman and I signed the lease to the greatest apartment in the world. After months of waiting, planning, and nearly exploding with excitement, Northcutt Realty told us we could move in earlier than our lease stated. It sounded too good to be true. And it was. Turns out the apartment that they showed us did not match the apartment the assigned us. The one we were shown had hard wood and normal colored carpet. The one we were assigned had the most hideous linoleum that 1997 had to offer. I'm still trying to figure out what color the carpet was. So God sent us an angel in the form of Shelby's mother. Cindy basically told Northcutt to get it together or they will be paying us to live there. They took what she said seriously, and we now have wood floors and carpet from at least 2005.
So on Saturday it was time to move on up y'all. We felt just like the Jeffersons. So after lots of heavy lifting from my brothers,Eric, mom, Jon, Scott and Cindy, we had all of our junk basically in piles all over the apartment. After a a couple of hours it was starting to look legit. Unfortunately, Shelby had to go to New York on Sunday. So it will not be finished til probably this coming Saturday. But don't worry, we will post pictures.
For Shelby this blog will be mostly about her crafts and handy work in the apartment. For me, it will mostly be adventures of Shelby, and all the dumb stuff she says on a regular basis. Ive added pictures for your enjoyment.
She's adorable. Truly.
Even though she is a completely insane most of the time, I still love her.
Y'all enjoy and please come visit!