things i appreciate:

//yellow beetles

//sweaty baseball players who fall asleep in yellow beetles

//cute glasses

//cute boys who wear cute glasses

game changer name changer

What? 

I don't really know what my title is all about... sometimes they just pop in my head and I use the first thing to come to mind. I just feel like it works, whatever.

Yes, I changed my blog name!! For a few reasons.

A: I can, soooo..... duh. We live in American I can change my blog name if I want. 

B: Mainly I hated my name from the start. I don't even know where I got the whole "Love Shelby" thing from, and quite frankly I wasn't too fond of it. I just felt kinda old with that name. But I stuck with it because I was in a rush for something and I was in a block. Nothing else was coming to mind. 

My new name is funky, I know. Let me explain it to you. 

It is a song, so maybe I should give credit to the artist? Can I, like, get sued for stealing the title of his song or... no? Yeah? 

Anyways, it's Mat Kearney's song and it's in my top three favorite song's of his (Well technically his song it Young Dumb and In Love, but I had to add an extra "and" in there for fun). It's hip (hip is not a hip word), fun, and I like it. Plus I think it describes me pretty good (the title, maybe not totally the song..). I'm young, and I always will be. Even if i'm an 80 year old blogging grandma, i'll always be young. I will still be longboarding and I will still be stalking my crush on twitter (only kidding. Deleted that twitter ages ago...). I'm dumb. In the sense that, I just do dumb things because i'm quirky and weird and sometimes I talk to much. But it's whatever! And no, im not in love with anyone... yet...... But someday I will be. But, I am in love with things like writing, and the world in general, and clean laundry, and cute boys. So, I'm young and dumb and in love (with the world and my future husband whom I don't know yet).

It works right? 

The story of bruiser: Year 9

I never quite realize exactly how fast time flies until birthdays roll around, especially Jace's birthday. How is it possible that my little buddy is 9 years old? I remember May 17th, 2004 like it was yesterday and, even though he's a cutie now, you should've seen that peach-headed baby then. 

I don't quite remember the day my parents told me my mom was pregnant, I don't even really remember her being pregnant. I just remember the few weeks up until she went into labor, praying she would go into it soon so I could miss school (hmm.. some things never change). I even remember being at some weird mexican restaurant, looking at a sombrero on the wall and thinking, "okay so if she had the baby right now, we wouldn't get to eat dinner but that's okay because I probably wouldn't have to go to school for a few days". Well needless to say she didn't have the baby in that nappy restaurant and I still had to go to school the next day.

I can't exactly recall how many days that was before my mom went into labor, but, it wasn't much longer after that that she did. And it will come to no surprise to you that Jace was a struggle from the very beginning. Even at birth the kid has been a pain in the butt! (Maybe that's not a joke I should use to describe child birth? Hahahah inappropriate i'm so so sorry.) 

When I got the news that my mom went into labor, I don't remember where I was. I was really young so this is a pretty foggy memory... the little details aren't very clear, spare me! But anyways, my brothers, dad and I all went to the hospital and I just remember sitting in the waiting room..... just waiting (and missing school booooo ya). We played poker with candy from the vending machine and that was fun, but the waiting and the unknown  was nerve racking and I was scared and excited and I just wanted to see that darn baby already!

When my mom was finally ready to.. you know... have the baby, Jace just had to be a rugrat and get his neck wrapped around that ambilical chord. He was choking basically, and it was bad for him, and my mom. So they had to take my mom and do an emergency c-section. So, this is where it gets intense. My mom has to go into this emergency surgery because Jace is being difficult, and they have to wheel her down the hallway mid-labor (blah. sorry mom) and all my family is there at the hospital but we're all in the waiting room. Well, we're all looking through the windows waiting to see her be rushed down the hall by the doctors, and i'm eating starbursts, trying to enjoy the show (sorry mom. but I was like 7. It was a show to me.) and Jack decides to be a bully older brother and THROW MY CANDY ON THE GROUND. I go to pick it up, they run my mom across the hall, and I miss it. 

Thanks Jack.

Anyways, the surgery went great, Mom and baby were healthy, and Jace had a cute little bruise on his head (hence the nickname bruiser). He was 7 pounds 10 ounces... or so I think. 

I don't know, he is a pest and sometimes I wonder about how we got such a wild child in the family, but I love him. I love watching old home videos and listening to his sweet baby voice. I love finding old toys of his and thinking back to the times when I got to hold him and when he would let me just cuddle with him. I love how I got to sing songs to him like "You Are My Sunshine" and he would sing it with me, and I love that he was so attached to his blankey. I love that he was 3 and could quote the spongebob movie like a champ. I love that he is a trouble maker. I love that he loves baseball more than any kid I have ever met. I love his sweet laugh and his innocence. I love his cute freckles and his baby teeth. I love that, even years later, I can call him fat boy and he still gets that inside joke. I love that he dresses himself everyday, and never matches. I love his cute belly that he gets when he eats too much food. I love the way he gets embarrassed when I drive him to school because my music is too loud and he is sooooo cool. I love, and envy, his fake-looking eye lashes that are so beautiful! I love his cute curly hair when it gets too long, especially when he wears a hat, because it sticks out the sides of the hat and he is just a little stud.

I don't get along with him all the time but I love that kid more than life, and someday he'll understand that!

Happy 9th birthday JT, you are my sunshine!!!!

tiny dancer

I'm not sure if there's an age limit on having a crush on someone... but if there was i'm pretty sure that 66 would probably be above the limit. This might be the worlds most random post, but I have to do it, because I literally can't stop thinking about Elton John. HAHAHA go ahead and get your laughs out, I know. First of all, i'm no fool. I know he doesn't play for my team. I mean, doesn't every girl fall for a gay guy... at least once in her life? Mine just happens to be 66 year old Elton John.
Anyways. I didn't fall in love with him, per se. His music is beautiful and I think everyone will agree with me on that. There is just something about the piano that I love. Well, that every girl loves, let's be honest here. I love his whole story. I love that he writes his own music. I love the music. It's REAL music. It isn't this dumb stuff you hear on the radio that's been edited by computers a thousand times. It's real stuff and he's amazing live. He's a real artist and how can you not love someone like that?
I bought one of his books with piano sheet music hoping some day someone will learn the song tiny dancer for me. Hahaha weird I know but that song makes my heart melt. It's so beautiful I could go on and on and on about it. I'll even give you the link for it so you can listen to it.

(listen to it here!!)

I mean... the piano, and his voice, and you can just really tell he loves it. He just has real raw talent. I love it. I could listen to him all day.
One of my favorite shows right now is the voice and one of my favorite singers on the show is this girl, Caroline Glaser. And, what do you know... When she auditioned she sang tiny dancer. And I bought the song and i've been listening to it nonstop. It's a-ma-zing. I wish I had her talent.

(listen to this too!)

Haha ahhhhh! I can't get over how much I love this song and I love him!! I will go to one of his concerts. Seriously. If you want to go with me let's make it happen.

rugrats

The cutest.

take it from me

So about twenty minutes ago I found myself in a really awkward situation, which now that I think about, I find myself in a lot. I go running every night (yes, let's take a moment and praise me) and I listen to the same song when I run the entire 45 minutes ("45 minutes? Wow Shelby. Seriously you'll be a VS model in no time" "What? Oh, stop."). It just pumps me up, you know? And no matter how many times I listen to it it never gets old. And I listen to it in the car, and when i'm home alone, in my room, all the time. It's my song. My "jaaam". And no i'm not sharing this song with you because a) it's my song and i'm really selfish and b) the artist who sings it isn't super popular and, because i'm super popular (what is my problem? haha), if I share the name then I won't be able to listen to him without being like "wow, everyone likes him this sucks". You know? Ok, anyways. So i'm running right? And i'm totally into it and into the song that I don't even realize that i'm singing and dancing, like... in public. Until I walk, well, dance, past a couple that was also running. Umm... How long was I dancing? And how many times do I do this? Every time I run? You guys. Be aware of yourself when you're running please, because it was so embarrassing. Who knows how many cute boys drove by me, or who i ran past? Who heard me singing? Aye.
So even though I do object to dancing in public.. on the streets, I think dancing in your car or singing in your car is 100% okay. I do it all the time even when i'm aware of it. I love seeing people sing and dance in their car, it's the happiest thing! And you only have to see it for a few seconds. It's not like you're some show on the side of the road. So go for it.

More tips to keep you from committing social suicide/ embarrassing yourself:

Never ever ever ever ever..... ever lie to your church leaders. I'm not kidding you, I don't know how they do it, but in the four years i've been in young womens it's stumped me. Every time i've ever called or texted my leaders telling them I won't be at church because i'm "sick" or "someone in my family is having a baby blessing" THEY ALWAYS CATCH ME. They come over to my house with their lesson handout, their candy and that look on their face like they know I lied. I don't know how, but they do. And the days when I really am sick they never show up. Ever. They have the hand of God on their side and they do not let you get away with a-ny-thing. And then you get punished by having to say the prayer the next week or something (which isnt a punishment... just saying...). Don't lie to higher power.

When I go to Subway I get jalepenos' on my sandwich, which I don't even know why because I always regret it for two reasons. 1- I can't pronounce the dang word and so I look like a moron, 2- they're hot as crap. So this one time I... went to subway. And I was working for my dad so I had to eat my sandwich and drive at the same time. Well... it was really hot so I just took the jalepenos' off and I didn't think anything of it. Well, not even 10 seconds later I decided to rub my eyes. Worst idea of my life. I was completely blind. I was driving 65 miles per hour on the high way with burning eyes, completely blind. I had to get off at the first exit and pull over and wait for my burning eyes to go back to normal. Jalepenos are obviously not worth it. I'm getting frustrated just thinking about this story.

You are never alone. And you are especially not alone when you really think you're alone. Like, when you're at your house dancing with your music turned up really loud. Yeah... you're not alone then. I had the house cleaner walk in on me once while I was having my own dance party. She doesn't speak a lick of english either so as you can imagine things were very tense and awkward because I couldn't explain myself, or at least make up something to try and explain myself, like say I was doing zumba or something. I keep the doors locked all the time now.

Deny Justin Bieber at all costs. At least at first. I seriously cannot get over this one. My first day of sophomore year, my math teacher wanted to play this game where she put pictures on the smart board, and if you liked the picture she put up, you would stand up, if you didn't, you stayed sitting down. And... of course she put a picture of JB up. AND OF COURSE I STOOD UP WITHOUT EVEN THINKING ABOUT IT. After about 5 seconds I realized I was the only one in the entire class standing so I sat down and I don't even know who saw me stand up. But, ah come on Shelby for real?

And last, don't have brothers. Because whenever they see a boy that is anywhere within the vicinity of my age they like to yell at them "Hey! SHE'S SINGLE AND SHE THINKS YOU'RE CUTE!". So avoid having brothers at all costs because you'll never have a boyfriend.

Basically if you wan't a successful social life, just do everything I wouldn't do. If I would do it, then don't do it.
WWSD? (What wouldn't Shelby do?)
Just kidding i'm not all that bad guys

oh, and i got a sunburn

Holy cow it has been a really long time since I have posted. Notice I didn't say blogged. Or maybe you didn't notice haha. I feel like the word blog is sooooooo old-lady like. Seriously, I am sixteen. Should I even be saying the word "blogged"? Anywho. I am blogging. And right now i'm blogging about my trip this past week, which was to Disneyland. I had absolutely no knowledge that I was going until a few days before so, I was super excited because I even posted on facebook about wanting to go. And then my mom kind of surprised us and said she wanted to take me and my brothers and Kassady and my aunt. So, I was stoked! I mean who wouldn't be? It was a ton of fun and I got to use my camera for the first time. (Notice: for the first time. My pictures are not good yet! I am no photographer. I know that. I am not one of those girls from Highland High who just has the talent, and yeah, you all probably know what girls i'm talking about haha. We all follow them on instagram. I just use my camera for trips like this and for my own personal shananigans. So judge me not! I know i'm not any good. Ok- that was kind of long, pardon me hah!)

Ok, to be honest, I don't really know why I took a picture of this. Actually yeah I do. It was adorable. You can't really tell I guess... but it's this little guy and he's turning the popcorn. I guess it doesn't sound so adorable it sounds.... creepy-ish, but it was cute so i took a picture of it haha.

As i'm sure you noticed, every picture I took was basically of Kassady and Jack. They were really the only ones who liked the camera haha. I hate when other people take pictures of me because it's very unpredictable as to how it will turn out.... and I hate smiling. So, I was going to do the picture taking this time around. And everyone else in my family kind of had the same idea. Besides those two. They love the camera. :)
Basically you can never have a bad time at Disneyland. And if you have a bad time at Disneyland then you are not someone that I want to know. Sorry.

Hit me up the next time you go to DL and i'll hitch and come with.