It's beginning to look a lot like our 2nd Christmas...

Welp,

*It's our 2nd Christmas together!*
{We are almost like pros...kind of}

*It's the most wonderful time of the year!*

And when it's the most wonderful time of the year, you know what that means...

DECORATING!!!!
***************************

{don't judge}


And now, for your viewing pleasure...
{or at least mine for the time I look back on our blog to reminisce on the 'good ole' days}


I give you: 
The Majors' Christmas at Fort St!
{du-du-du-duuuunnnnnn!}


Here is my hunk of a husband putting the final touches on our tree!

Centerpieces make my heart and my new table happy...

Thank you to all of our friends who sent Christmas cards!
They are being displayed proudly.
{yes, we brag about how awesome our friends are}

Ummm, I'm not sure what all of this stuff is, but I liked it sooooo, whatever...

Even branches need ornaments.
{No lie, this is Chris' favorite tree}

DIY - a cone Christmas tree!

Just in case we need to remember what letter our last name starts with...

There is a lot of kissing at Fort St. <3

The glorious tree de' Majors
{our tree is kind of chubby this year}

{And yes, that's a fat joke}

If we had chestnuts, they would be roasting on our open fire.

And no, the little stocking is not a hint.

It's Jacksons.

He loves Christmas.

Jackson clearly LOVES Christmas...

 See, he LOVES it...

Seriously.

Ho Ho Ho.

Anyways...this is the DIY wreath I did last year.

Its sparklyness makes me warm and fuzzy each time I open our front door.

Yes, warm and fuzzy.

Kind of like Jackson.

It's not much, but we are the only ones on our block with lights!
The North End needs to get a tad more festive in my opinion.

And last but not least, here is our Christmas card. 
Thank you to all of our family and friends for your love and support. We are so thankful for you and look forward to all that God has planned in 2012!
Merry Christmas,
Love, Charity and Chris

The art of sleeping together

For you couples out there, you will know what I'm talking about.

I'm talking about the fine art of sleeping with your spouse.

{yes, it's an art}.

As you can see from the photos above, there are many different ways to sleep in bed with your spouse.

{I'm sure for all you "pros" out there, you have thought of many other ways to sleep besides these}

As a newly-wed (yes, a year and a half is still considered a newly-wed), and since we didn't live together before we got married, sleeping together in the same bed has taken some getting used to.

{I guess we would be considered semi-pros}

Where the art comes in, is the moving around in the middle of the night that happens in the time it takes to say "REM."

{"Rapid Eye Movement" - i.e. a deep sleep - if you don't know, now you know, and you should probably read more}.

It starts off nice and cute. 

Cuddling <3

Spooning <3

Kind of like the top middle photo featured above.

<3

{aww, love}

Then when it's time to really fall asleep...

In 2.7 seconds...

THE ROLL OVER HAPPENS.

The roll over that leaves one person with less covers than before.

The roll over that leaves you sleeping cheek to cheek.

You know the cheeks I'm talking about.

Like I said before, it has taken some getting used to, and I'm still not quite sure how I feel about butts touching, but I couldn't imagine waking up without the love of my life right next to me.

Even if he does hog the covers...<3

Changes at Fort St

You may have remembered me saying I had the itch to redecorate...

If not, click here for a refresher...

So, in the midst of grad school, papers, family, and friends, I finally found some time to do this!

The dining room got a face lift after this post:

Click here for another refresher

And our living room got some major work done...

{no pun intended}

And for yet another refresher, click HERE

Before:

Kind of recently:

As of NOW:


Lovely new white couches...

A bench that I  reupholstered...

Notice the Lamp that has a different shade...

And the $40 bench that was reupoulstered...

And while I'm at it,

For those of you who hated on me changing the color of the $15 yard sale record player from the natural "redish" wood to white, too bad, I still painted it white and it looks amazing...

It went from this...

To the top left picture.

Take that.

{neiner neiner neiner}

It looks way better.

=)

Love, the Majors

And the random changes that Charity loves to make...

=)

In our neck of the woods...

School has begun, football has started and fall is here.
{and I have been horrible at blogging}
#fail

Anyways, here's a little bit of what has been going on in our neck of the woods...

Charity became a Bronco,

And is now going to grad school for Health Promotion...

And is also overseeing the Personal Training and Strength 

and Conditioning Attendants with Boise State University Recreation
And she is still training.

{yeah, she's busy}

Chris has built a massive house next to the train depot

(look for the little red dot near the left top side)

Love notes have shown up randomly around our house since we don't see each other as much

Charity was voted Boise's #3 Best Trainer - Click HERE to see the article

Chris performed his first wedding
{and did an amazing job}

Charity is decorating the dining room.

Again.

More photos coming soon...

Chris decided to rebuild a bug

Jack is still the most random cat in the world...

And of course, football.

Hopefully I'll get better at updating things.

But I guess getting a Master's degree and writing 10 page papers is an ok excuse not to blog as much...

{but by God, I'm still re-decorating}

12 Step Program

Welcome Everyone to today's session of Decorator's Anonymous.

My name is Charity.

I have a Dining Room.

And now I have a black table.

Different from what's pictured.

I have a clean-lined black table that needs a place to kick off its boots.

{speaking of boots, I was just given a great pair from a girlfriend of mine...LOVE them!}

We now have a tall oak table with chairs that needs a new home.

{not our home anymore...they are getting the boot from Fort st.}

Our new black table needs companions that will never leave its side.

It needs chairs.

It needs lovely mismatched chairs and benches to partner with it so it can serve its purpose.

But here in lies my dilema.

Do I keep the table black?

Do I paint it white and paint the chairs?

Do I go mostly white?

Or mostly black?

Do I make our dining table a bed?

Come on people, get your  mind out of the gutter.

{We don't need two beds}

I'm just so torn as to how to use our new table.

I need help.

What are your thoughts?

{I've heard that admitting you need help is the first step to recovery}

There are kids in Africa that wipe with their hands! What a waste...

Our house was hit.

We are the victims of a very serious incident.

A crime.

Uncalled for. Unexpected. Unimaginable.

Fort Street, Boise Idaho.

Tuesday, June 28th, 2011.

12:32am.

Call for back up.

We never thought it would happen to us.

{how could they do something like this}

Caught off guard.

{we had no idea}

Violated.

{why us}

Toilet Papered.

{you little jerks}

The perpetrators are more than likely identified as emo-north-ender kids, wearing skinny jeans and dirty hair that is wiped to the side. They are thought to have stole their yuppy parent's expensive roll of ultra-double-comfort-hug-a-grizzly-bear charmin toilet paper.

Yeah.

You know.

The expensive stuff.

{now, don't get me wrong here. we love the north end. we love living here. we have cruiser bikes. we shop at the co-op. and we hope to have little north-ender kids of our own...one day. it's incidences like this, that continue to reaffirm our decision to wait to put the buns in the oven. and on a side note-we like angel soft more than charmin, so there! we don't even like your squishy-bear toilet paper you little jerks.}

bad boys. bad boys.

whatcha gonna do. whatcha gonna do.

 whatcha gonna do when they come for you.

bad boys. bad boys.

{we didn't really call the cops}

I told Chris it was payback from his childhood.
{you know, back in the day}

Payback for when he was a part of a gang.

{Yes, a gang}
{our future north-ender kids will not be joining a gang or using charmin}

The name of the gang, you ask?
{great question, thanks for asking}

The TPB

That's gangster talk for:

The Toilet Paper Bandits.

{holler}

They were rascals.

Rascals with toilet paper.

And they Knew. How. To. Use. It.

{It's payback I tell ya, now involving innocent victims, such as myself, who never toilet papered anything but her own tooshie}

The legacy of the TPB lives on.

You little jerks.
=)