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Scenes From my Weekend

This past weekend was a good one.  It was full of great weather, good friends, and at least 3 meals came off of a grill.  I ❤ summertime.  Friday was low-key and spent preparing for the weekend ahead.  I ordered take-out Thai and ate it in my pajamas while watching my new favorite show on HGTV, Million Dollar Closets.  I think the fabulousness of its name speaks for the show itself.  Saturday it was off to The Mall early for our 1 pm kickball game.  We lost, but somehow I played really well both as 3rd basemen and at bat and walked away with the MVP tie.

super sweet american flag mvp tie

As you can probably see, numerous beers were consumed very shortly after our kickball game ended, Call Me Maybe played no less than 4 times in the bar, and at some point this happened:

dance line?

I left Bottom Line around 5ish, don’t count how many hours of beers and dancing that is, to head back home to Arlington to clean up for a graduation party.  Said party took place on a rooftop and there was BBQ and booze so I was excited.

my dress billowing in the wind, not me 11 months pregnant

Adrienne and myself

I *think* I went home around midnight?  All I know is I woke up Sunday feeling much less crappy than I expected to, which was awesome.  I spent the early part of Sunday lounging around in my backyard working on my tan while reading the final book in the Girl With the Dragon Tattoo series.  Around 3, lured by the promise of hot dogs, Adrienne I ventured over to another friend’s house for more BBQ and beers.  Apparently all i took pictures of here were puppies, typical.



I wrapped up the weekend by grilling more food, this time in the form of burgers, for Sunday’s dinner.  It was an all around lovely weekend, and now the countdown is really on until my bff’s wedding on Saturday! Eeeeek.  I should probably cut back on the wine and Smartfood popcorn this week, but I won’t.

Happy Tuesday!

That Time I Lost My Shit, at Harris Teeter

Ooooh boy, do I have a fun story for all of you today, haha, but first let’s talk about some things regularly featured here.  Sorry for the disappearing act, but I had nothing interesting to say yesterday, and I say if you have nothing interesting to say, don’t say anything.  I supposed I could have just posted 300 pictures of me holding my arm out in front of me while doing something, but I don’t roll like that.

Anyway, I made it back to VA on Monday without much trouble, and even stopped at Target on the way to pick up a frame for all the old school pictures of Darren and I that I brought back with me.  I was having way too much fun looking at them, so decided to make a “through the years” photo collage, yeah I’m gay, whatever.


Yesterday, because I missed Monday, I was absolutely slammed at work.  I got up to pee, heat up lunch, and fill up my water bottle, and that’s it.  I did finally make it to the gym once the work day ended though, and you know who’s out of running shape?  I’ll give you a hint, it’s me.  I did about 3.5 miles in 37 minutes and thought I was going to cry, time to get my ass in gear.  The run was followed by a 10 minute cool-down on the elliptical, and some abs and push-ups.

Now, on to the good stuff.  Darren called me while I was driving home from the gym, and the convo started out innocently enough.  We were simply discussing whether or not it made sense to pay off one of my school loans in full right now, or keep paying the monthly payment, and by we I mean me because I pay those myself.

Somehow this turned into a conversation about how I still had the exact same amount of money in my savings account that I did 8 months ago, and him asking me how was that possible.  Then that somehow turned into Darren lecturing me for the 1,083,473 time about how I was not as good at saving money as he is. (Can you see where this is going?)  There was much discussion back and forth about how, yes I had taken some money out of my savings to pay for things, but I was still putting a lot into it every month especially considering how much I pay in rent and bills also.  All he kept telling me was how much he put into savings this year… good for him.

By this time I was sitting in the grocery store parking lot, still on the phone, and trying to explain to my boyfriend that just because I didn’t save $30,000 this year, it doesn’t mean that I’m broke and going to end up making us bankrupt someday.  It was at this point we were both becoming slightly irrational and saying things that made no sense whatsoever, like him telling me that I shop EVERY week and send him a picture of something new I bought.  Not true, the last time I went shopping was a month ago.

I finally admitted to him, that yes, with moving to a new place, getting adjusted to a new salary, I may have gotten a little out of control with spending money a few months ago, but I was working on it.  I thought that would pretty much be the end of it, so I got out of my car and went into the store.  Unfortunately, it was not, and all he said was, “Well, so now it makes it ok because you said I was right?  I still work so much harder than you at putting money away, and working towards a goal of you moving here.”  So yeah, that didn’t help calm my temper down at all.

Then the speaker system in the store went off, and he asked me what that was, and I was like oh I’m in the grocery store.  You know what he said then?  “Don’t buy wine.”  Ya’ll, that was it, I lost, my, shit.  I’m somewhat embarrassed of the things that came out of my mouth in public, and I may or may not have told Darren that he only saves more money than me because he has no life and hates fun.  Oops.  There were curses, and yelling, and I told him to stop lecturing me like I was a 10 year-old fucking idiot and that I am his girlfriend, not his child, and there are ways to talk to people about things like this, and this is not it.  Then I remembered I was in the produce section of the grocery store.

Which is why I left the store with a container of strawberry’s, raspberry’s, blueberry’s, a package of chicken, and a jar of pasta sauce.  I’m pretty sure I can’t show my face in there for a while.  Thank god for sunglasses, because I was mortified.  I told Darren I had to get off the phone because I’d just made a fool of myself in public, the conversation would have to be continued.

And you know what, when I got home, I poured myself a giant glass of wine, and made a delicious dinner.  Talking finances with men is infuriating, I think we need a mediator.

Zucchini and squash “pasta” with tomato sauce and turkey meatballs.  I’ve definitely decided I hate those turkey meatballs btw, I think I have to stick with TJ’s brand from now on.  Oh, and that conversation is still ongoing, as soon as I respond to his last text message.  Ugh.