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!