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My Kind of Celebration

I’ve mentioned before that I’m not a big fan of New Years Eve, and huge parties where you pay for a ticket to stand around a more than usual crowded bar.  I did that once, and it was more than enough for me.  So just like last year’s NYE, this year’s was perfect.

Dar and I woke up relatively late, and after I cooked us an awesome breakfast of home fries, and over easy eggs we were off to run errands.  These included tracking down some synthetic oil for my car (the garage that fixed it over Christmas sucked and didn’t fill up my washer fluid or oil), getting a link removed from my new watch, and trying to find something in J. Crew to spend my gift card on.  Shockingly, the only thing I left the store with that day was a new iPhone case, but don’t worry, I managed to spend the gift card yesterday shopping online.

NYE Outfit suitable for 57 degree weather

Leopard flats by Tory Burch, Downtown Skinny Jeans by J. Crew, Blythe Blouse by J. Crew, belt by Burberry.  Also known as, the preppiest outfit I’ve ever put together.  After relaxing with a couple of beers and an episode or 3 of Dexter, we got to work in the kitchen preparing our NYE feast.  I did ultimately  decide to go with Roasted Chicken, Mashed Potatoes, and what Darren referred to as the best asparagus he ever tasted.  Thanks boo.

After dinner, we both changed into sweats and settled in on the couch for the remainder of the evening.  We watched Dexter until about 7 minutes until 12 then turned on the NYE countdown.  We had a champagne toast (Strawberry Andre, only the finest) smooched, and then went right back to Dexter.  That is my version of a perfect NYE.

The next two days were pretty much spent in exactly the same manner, in fact, I never even got dressed.  We knocked out the first two seasons of Dexter, and Dar loves it just as much as I told him he would.  I can’t think of a better way to spend our last two days together than holed up in my bed watching TV in our pajamas.  Darren hit the road home to WI last night around 7 and it majorly sucked.  What sucks even more for him is all the snow he’s encountered during his drive, typical.  He should get back around 1 pm this afternoon.  1 month and 13 days until our next visit.

Obviously today is sucking a lot, not only because after almost a whole month together Darren is no longer here, but I’m back at work with no days off to look forward to until next month.  Lame.  Oh well, at least today is already Tuesday?  Now, if you’ll excuse me I have to go spend the rest of the day photoshopping bangs onto my face to decide if I want to get them Thursday.

26

Happy Birthday to me, today I turn the ripe old age of 26, waaah, haha.  For some reason, 26 has always been my “scary” age.  That age when you’re officially in your late 20s, and it’s time to start acting like a real adult.  Maybe that’s because when I was younger I had all these thoughts on where I’d be at 26, thoughts that certainly didn’t include living with two roommates.  I thought I’d for sure be married by 26, maybe even thinking about kids, and now that I actually am 26 I’m nowhere near either of those things.

While my life hasn’t taken the path I thought it would when I was 13, I’m pretty happy with where I am now.  I’m not married, and I definitely don’t have any kids, and I’m more than ok with that.  The closer I got to age 26, I started to realize how just not old it is, and that maybe 30 should be my new “scary” age.  This weekend definitely wasn’t the weekend of someone who is old and washed up, that’s for sure.

My sister arrived on Friday night bearing gifts from her and both my parents, that I immediately tore into like a 5  year-old on Christmas morning, and after an emotional viewing of the series finale of Friday Night Lights we all ventured out.  Whitlows Rooftop in Clarendon was our destination where we enjoyed the brief break from 100+ degree temps, and stood outside enjoying cold beers until they kicked us out as close.

Saturday I was lucky enough to wake up without a massive hangover, and my sister and I ventured out to Tyson’s for a day of shopping.  My mama’s birthday is Wednesday and we needed to buy her a present, plus I’m a big fan of birthday shopping.  My sis and I both scored some new shirts at J. Crew for a ridiculously low price, and then I splurged on some new shoes.

My favorite pair of wedges are on their last legs, and kind of stinky if I’m being completely honest, so I decided to treat myself to a new pair.  I love these because they’re just high enough without making me look like the Jolly Green Giant.  I’m still not convinced the ankle strap doesn’t give me cankles, but that’s just my neurosis.  After hours of shopping, my sis and I enjoyed a fantastic lunch at Seasons 52, making it back to Arlington just in time for the BBQ at my house.

My best friend, and original college roommate, was back in town this weekend so we had her and her fiance over for a bbq.  We extended the invite to any other JMUers who wanted to stop by and see her.

There was wine, burgers, hot dogs, potato and macaroni salad, beer, and good friends.  The party eventually moved from inside out to the shed for drinking games.

Needless to say, everyone was moving a little slowly yesterday morning.  Late in the day yesterday I was really hit with the pre-birthday blues.  I’m blaming it on the fact that Monday birthdays are lame and my boyfriend is really far away and can’t be here to help me celebrate.  Although he did send me a beautiful pair of pearl earrings to make up for it.  At least I get cake at work today :).  Have a great day everyone!

Big News!

Three and a half years ago I was a 22 year-old recent graduate, with no job, moving home to live with my mom.  That was never my plan, I had all these dreams of moving to NYC and living a Devil Wears Prada type life while working at a magazine.  Three  months after moving home, I met a boy, fell head over heels in love, and all dreams of moving away were pushed to the back of my head.

Seven months after I graduated, I was finally offered a job at a pharmaceutical company, ironically the same one my boyfriend at the time worked at (although different campus locations).  I accepted, and here I am, still working the same job three years later.  Eventually that boyfriend and I called it quits, and I was smacked in the face with the realization that for the previous two years the only friends I had in the area were his, and that was why I was miserable.  I wasn’t living my life, I was living his, and it was never the life I wanted for myself.  Then I met Alex, and the convenient trip on NJ Transit from here to NYC kept me here longer.

Around six months into mine and Alex’s relationship he began applying to law schools, and at one point had committed to one in VA (he has since decided not to go).  It was a few months after that, when I woke up from the fog I was living in and went “what the fuck am I doing?!”  I’m working at a dead-end job, I’m constantly jealous of all my friends who still live near each other in Virginia, and I am miserable here in Pennsylvania.  It was a random weekday, when I emailed my friends and told them, “I’m going to move down there, job or no job, in November when Dani and Adrienne’s lease is up, and live with them.”

The next few months, I scrimped and saved, putting as much money as I could in my savings account each month to make sure I would have a buffer if I happened to move before finding a job.  As November drew closer and closer, I began to become more nervous and stressed about money, and trying to decide whether making this move was a smart decision or not.  Then, in the middle of October the girls and I found the PERFECT house, and signed our lease last weekend.  It became real, I had a 15 month lease on my hands and rent to pay now, I was going.  While I could have moved in last Sunday, my plan was always to stick it out here in PA at least until after Thanksgiving, it still is, only now the whole situation is a little less stressful.

 

roommates!!!

Yesterday, after a month of interviews, two phone and one in person, and two weeks of waiting I was offered an amazing job near my new home :).  The weight that had been sitting on my shoulders for months, worrying about finances, and how I would pay my bills was lifted, and I have never been so happy about something in my entire life.  It may have taken me three years longer than I thought it would, but I’m doing it, I’m moving out and away from home.  I’m finally moving back down south, to be with the people I spent the best four years of my life in college with, and the subsequent three years after visiting.  I’m starting a completely new chapter in my life, and I couldn’t be more excited to see where everything goes from here!  Arlington, Virginia here I come!

Needless to say, after my endorphin powered work-out, I was celebrating!  I did 2 miles on the elliptical and then a fast 2 miles at 8:45 pace on the treadmill.  Then it was to the liquor store where I splurged on my favorite bottle of Malbec, Layer Cake.  Besides the one glass I kicked over, I finished the whole bottle :).  I’m not sure whether I should be proud I could do that, or ashamed that I could do that and not have a headache today, haha.

Alex is coming in tonight, I think, my sister is coming home, and we will be opening the bottle of champagne my mom bought to celebrate.  Then tomorrow we are all off to my cousin’s wedding, which will bring more celebration I’m sure.  Somewhere in this weekend, I need to fit in my second to last long run of half marathon training, so that should be interesting.

Happy Friday everyone, what are you all up to this weekend?! Oh and good luck to everyone running the NYC marathon on Sunday!