I'm Never Leaving This Chair!

Brandon's mom brought us this chair:

No, you aren't seeing things.  That chair is not only comfortable and good looking (much like myself), but it is very super fantastic because it comes with a swivel table!  College lecture hall inspired, this chair allows a small table to be placed on either the right or left side of the chair arm and then swivels out and around to allow for the best possible table angle.  The flexibility makes for easy eating in front of the TV, typing an excellent and oft read blog or just for keeping enough space between me and Jai when he sits in the living room.

This chair is wonderful AND it was free!  This chair can do no wrong.  All hail the chair.  I'm never leaving it.  Ever.  I may sleep here tonight.

"I Love You Because..."

Today, while I was out cleaning other people's homes for money Brandon sent me a new photo of his World of Warcraft character.

 

He attached no words to his text- just the screenshot.  So I, being the super attentive and detail noticing girlfriend that I am, responded, "New helmet?"

Brandon then responded: "Yup. And actually new gloves since then too but that's less noticeable lol p.s. I love you for knowing what my guy's armour looks like enough to notice when a piece changes"

Case in point people: I'm a super girlfriend.

P.S. my boyfriend's WoW character will kick your WoW characters' ass! 

Laundry

Sometimes I wish I could do laundry naked.

Now hold on, stay with me.

I don't mean that in the naked, sexual sense but more for the practical sense. When I do laundry I want to be able to clean ALL my clothes. Not just the ones I'm not wearing.  Right?  So, when my laundry is all done, any piece of clothing I may desire to wear is ready and waiting for me.  Don't tell me it's a bad idea.  Cause it's not.

Now, I guess I just must wait until I have my own house- with no roommate and no communal laundry room.  Unless.... naked laundry could be a niche people are missing out on?  Maybe I could make some spare cash?

Late Night Phone Call

It's 2am. Suddenly I'm drearily hearing the voice of John Denver belting out his hit song "Country Roads". I'm trying to place the song- why am I hearing it? What time is it?

Then I realize- that's Brandon's ringtone on my phone. He's calling me! I lift my heavy hand from under my pillow and drop it into the bedside table drawer, grabbing at my phone. It's attached to the charger so I'm leaning into my drawer with my ear.
I try to answer sounding as awake as I can, "mmmhhelloo".
But Brandon can hear the disorientation in my voice. He asks me what I'm doing and I, assuming if he's calling it must be an hour of the morning, say, "Just getting ready to get up".
I can hear he's confused, so I look over at the clock: 2:04am.  So clearly, I am not about to get up at all.

As I'm finally becoming more awake and aware of the time and conversation I am part of I am functioning better and having a better conversation.  It was nice to hear from Brandon, even if it was 2am, and hear that he missed me.  Normally, I wouldn't welcome a late night phone call like that, but when it's him I'd gladly answer :)  

WoW...at your fingertips!

Guess what?

There's a World of Warcraft iPhone App.  And Brandon has it.  Don't get too excited WoW fans, it isn't the actual game...it's just a hub of sorts which allows you to:

•  track your auctions 
• see who has power of special areas you are trying to win over (?) 
• speak to members of your group you're in 
• view achievements
• view upcoming events
• view characters and stats
• talent tree organizer
• server maintenance reports
• general news

It's called the Mobile Armory (in Canada we'd spell it Armoury, but for the US readers I'll leave it as is), and Brandon is in love.  He feels so organized and has his WoW info all right at his fingertips-wherever he may be.  He can win auctions while at work.  He can see if his group has power over Toblerone (or some place that sounds like the yummy chocolatey treat) from bed then get up in the wee hours of the night to go get his part of the power.  The opportunities are endless and he loves it!

Varbosa tricked out

 The catch?!  This stupid app costs $3!!!  PER MONTH!!!!!  So not only do you PAY to download the game, then PAY to "run" the game each month, but now you PAY to download the app AND PAY to run the stupid app??!!!?  Blizzard you rip people off! You convince them they need this game by luring them in with your freeness at the beginning and saving all the good quests, mounts and all the other silly items until higher levels and then once they are hooked, they must pay for these "exciting" items!  Highway robbery, as my grandmother would say.

Bad at Being Irish

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 With St. Patrick's Day upon us, you'd think a good Irish girl would have hopping plans to get out in the metropolis city in which I live.  But sadly, as I've mentioned before, my life just isn't that exciting.  Brandon is still in his hometown, I work until the late evening and all my friends are back in my hometown.  So, following work I will come home to emptiness and perhaps partake in a beer with Hudson.  I'm going to wear a green sweater today- in hopes it'll make me feel more festive.

So, if you're headed out tonight to celebrate St. Patrick, have a green beer for me won't you?

Today I Learned...

... that my tasty friend, yogurt, is made of milk bacteria! Ummm ewww!  (That's a lie, I learned this yesterday)

But even so, am I the only one who didn't know yogurt- a supposedly nutritional and yummy breakfast and snack item- is made from the bacteria from milk?

... AND, that your friendly campfire sidekick- marshmallows- are partially made from ground up animal bones!!  What is this world coming to?!  And how didn't I know these things prior to 24 hours ago?

I think my closest friends and family knew how disgusted I would be, and decided to hide this information from me.  But, somehow it's been leaked and now I must decide whether I can go on enjoying these snacks or if by the sheer fact that I now know what they're made of means I can no longer eat them. 
Sort of like when you're a kid and you find out what hotdogs are made of.  I remember distinctly the girl in grade 3 who told me.  I'm pretty sure she did it to ruin my life.  And I'll admit for maybe a year I did my best to stay away from hotdogs.  But jokes on you, grade 3 witch, I've come to terms with leftover meats being ground together to form a sausage mimicked food for my consumption!