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Maybe I’ll just throw the organic mustard at her.

Not one, but two. In certain cases two can be better than one. Eyes, ears, bathrooms, pant legs, shoes, earrings, scoops of ice cream. In this case, however two is not better than one.

Roommates. That’s what I’m referring to. Our two roommates moved in this past week. Alice & Mei. It’s been an interesting week.

I’m already so fed up I’m ready to move out. Like on the street if I have to. Which might be what’s going to need to happen. Let’s get a rundown of what all has happened so far to drive me to wanting to rip my hair out.

A little background info is in order. J-Bird & I live in one side of the house, the downstairs is mostly a sitting/living room area for us, then we have the upstairs portion of the house as well which includes our art room, bedroom & guest room. We share the kitchen & basement with the roommates. They live in the backside of the house.

First, Mei cleaned out the microwave. I don’t know why, but this really bothered me. Microwaves are supposed to be dirty. Duh. You explode your food in them. That’s just how it happens.

She also only eats organic food. Psh. Who can afford that? Organic mustard? What the hell is that?

Alice put her food in our cabinets in the kitchen even though there’s empty space right below those cabinets. I don’t like it when my food mingles with my roommate’s food. Not cool. She also put her pots & pans with ours. Again…we left cabinets empty specifically for her to use. Maybe she’s blind.

But here’s the icing on the cake. This evening I’m upstairs writing this blog post when J-Bird comes upstairs with his angry face on. She’s in our side of the house, he grumbled. Raised eyebrows I reply with, What do you mean? Like she crossed over? Like stepped to our side? He sighed. Yea, Alice came in, sat down on our couch with her cell phone, and said hello to me. Confused, I stared for a second before saying, What do we do? Do we kick her out? Let her stay? Make her pay our rent? He shrugged.

As of right now, she headed back to “her side”, but she left a book & cell phone on “our side”. Apparently she doesn’t know the difference though. Looks like there’s about to be a throw-down in the Amityville house this fine evening.

 

BrennaG.

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My new couch is like a tropical paradise.

You probably guessed it. My first (of probably many) blog posts from my spot on the new couch. I’m so bubbly with excitement you’d think I was blogging from my beach chair in the Bahamas whilst drinking my pina colada. Nope. That thing under my butt is just my new couch & that mug in my hand is just my coffee. And not even with my french vanilla coffee creamer might I add. I ran out this morning so I had to use J-Bird’s lactose free milk.

We’re rearranging the living room entire downstairs to accommodate the new couch, so I’m excited to see what this place is going to look like in a few days when we’re done.

Just to give you guys a real life play-by-play, J-Bird just sat on the chaise lounge portion of the couch & said, Oh my! My legs are comfy! This is a new experience.

I can see this couch is going to be good for our relationship.

BrennaG.

All I know is that I have absolutely nothing figured out. And I hate those that do.

I’m going to go ahead & admit that I’m completely jealous of the couples that are my age that have it all together. How exactly did I end up living in the Amityville house working only part-time with a shower that doesn’t work & sitting in the floor? I’m not sure.

I’m jealous of the girl from work that got married 2 weeks ago, already purchased her house a year ago with the new hubby & they had already purchased new furniture as well. I never got those things. I don’t own a house. Most of my furniture (except my new couch that will be here next week-yay!) are cheap hand-me-downs. They’re already talking about starting a family (the only reason I know this is because of break room talk)…I can’t even afford a pet.

I don’t even speak to a good friend of mine from college because of my jealousy. I know, I know, I’m a terrible person! Judge me. But, she & I graduated together, got married less than 2 months apart, but she’s got it all figured out. She & her husband make triple what J-Bird & I make in a year, they purchased a house a couple of months ago, they look so happy, they have nice things, they each have a car, so on & so forth. J-Bird & I? Share a car. Share our house with Nick. I know, I know, I should be thankful for the things I DO have. But, then that’d be missing the point of my ranting post.

I’m jealous. I’m jealous of the people who have it together. I’m trying to pinpoint exactly where I went wrong. Was it when I decided to major in art in college? Or was it because I took 5 years instead of 4 years to graduate? Maybe it was because we moved only 2 weeks after graduating. Or maybe because I got fired from my internship a month after we moved. I could have been because we then choose to move AGAIN. Who knows at this point?

I just wish I could figure it out. Buy some furniture. Live in a nice place. Get a pet. Have a stable job making decent money. Get another car. C’mon. I’m not asking to run the freaking universe here.

BrennaG.

The Asian Plaza (does this sound racist to anyone else…?)

Day 2 of couch hunting. It wasn’t really in the game plan to have couch shopping roll over into today, but J-Bird & I decided we weren’t satisfied with our options from yesterday, so we drove to the ghetto with the hopes of finding something cheaper.

Instead, we found bad drivers, adult stores galore, used car dealerships, pawn shops & the Asian Plaza (does this sound racist to anyone else…?). After driving around for 20 minutes the GPS took us to the back side of an old warehouse. I was pretty sure we were going to be murdered. Over a couch.

At my wit’s end, I told J-Bird we were going home. On our way, he mentioned we should stop by JCPenney to see if they had any couches. I reluctantly agreed. I mean, at least its in the richish part of town. Before we knew it, we were in JCPenney, falling in love…with a couch, that is, I was opening a credit card & the sales guy was telling us it would be delivered next week. WE ARE PROUD OWNERS OF A NEW COUCH, YA’LL!

We’re terribly excited. I’m so excited I actually admitted to J-Bird I like that new Justin Bieber song in the car, then I sang it loudly to him. So loudly, in fact, that he wouldn’t open the door when we arrived home in fear that the neighbors would hear what we were listening to. Whatever.

*happy dance*

BrennaG

Apparently finding a new couch is a lot like searching for bigfoot.

In previous posts, I have tried to explain in so many words how much I hate my current couch. Actually, we don’t even use it. Ever.

We’ve been talking about getting a new couch for years now, but have never had the money to do so. I’m finally fed up with ghetto styling it & sitting on the floor, so we are taking the leap into getting a new couch.

I was under the impression that we’d go to a few places, find the one, it’d be delivered next week & we’d live happily ever after. No, no, no. Apparently finding a new couch is a lot like searching for bigfoot. Impossible to find. Perhaps it’s because we’re being really, really picky about the kind of couch that we want. We want a couch with a chaise lounge on it, nothing too terribly big, no leather and our budget is $500 and under.

We’ve been out shopping all day & came back home with 2 contenders. One is previously rented & will be slightly over budget by the time we cover delivery. It’s also a little on the large side. Like, so large, we’d have to sell all other furniture in the living room except the coffee table. The other one is kind of a strange color (at least according to me…dark blue?) and over budged by $200, but brand new. We also would be able to keep my favorite chair in the living room as opposed to selling it.

We’ve also got to figure out what to do with the old couch. If I had it my way, we’d burn it in the street, but the neighbors might not appreciate that as much as I would.

Happy Monday.

BrennaG.

J-Bird is actually the wife in this relationship. It’s complicated.

I always tease J-Bird about being overly feminine. He is in some ways, but in many others, he’s not (he loves his wood-working & power tools). This post, however, is going to highlight one of the many reasons why I tease him…& I hope he doesn’t put me on the couch tonight for that. That couch is mighty uncomfy. Like, I think it’s just pure wood without any cushion.

J-Bird & I decided “together” that we needed a sewing machine. Thing is, I’ve never used one before (though I can sew, just simple things), J-Bird said we would benefit from it. We could enhance our artwork & mend our clothes (we’re poor). A few weeks ago, we found a fairly nice Singer on sale & I agreed that we should make the purchase.

Before J-Bird left for work on Monday, he told me that it would be arriving, but not to open it before he got home. He’s the one that knows how to use it, after all. After spending Monday with my mom, I got back to the house & there it was, the sewing machine, all packaged up & sitting on the porch. Then I waited. And waited.

When J-Bird finally made it home from work, he tore into the box & immediately wanted to start sewing. All I could to was start pointing to stuff & ask What’s this do? How ’bout this one? I was surprised at how clueless I was. I thought as a woman I would have some sort of natural instinct as to how to use a sewing machine, right? Wrong.

I watched as J-bird put thread on the bobbin thingie, all the while carefully explaining & re-explaining how to do each step. I was impressed. He actually let me sew a few stitches on a scrap piece of fabric, but as of right now I can’t use the machine unsupervised.

BrennaG.

You might judge me after this post…if you hadn’t already.

I love lazy mornings off work when I get to sit on the floor in front of my couch (let me explain-my couch is terribly uncomfortable, so I do not us it as a couch, but instead, as a backrest as I sit on the floor) & watch reruns. I’ve decided to compile a list of my favorite reruns to watch…the kind that you don’t need to follow episode to episode, or even know what the heck is going on. They’re just terrific to watch.

1. Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. Alright, seriously, who didn’t love this show back in the day? And who doesn’t love the reruns more? Will with his wacky, too colorful shirts, Carlton’s dancing…makes for a mixed up, really rich, super hilarious family.

2. The New Adventures of Old Christine. One of my ultimate favs right now. This show is hilarious. I especially love Christine’s brother, Matthew. He’s hilarious, kinda creepy & almost reminds me of J-Bird.

3. Will & Grace. OMG. One word: Karen. Her look, her voice, her hair, her everything. She’s freaking hilarious. I’ve always loved the show, but recently have been hooked again when they started playing reruns on Lifetime.

4. Reba. I love Reba, but that probaby has to do with my obsession with redheads more than anything. Her family life makes my dysfunctional family look mildly normal. Barbara Jean reminds me of a friend of mine…well need I say more about that?

Now that you guys think I’m a super big loser that sits around on my floor all day watching re-runs on Lifetime (wow, I painted that picture nicely), tell me your fav. reruns to watch!

BrennaG