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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.

Just a Little Help

Oh hello, how are you all today?  Still crippled over here, even my armpit hurts, waaaah.  Yesterday I attempted to workout, and wanted to cry the entire 40 minutes I was on the elliptical.  I’m hoping this soreness goes away by tomorrow just in time for me to do the workout again and cause severe pain for the weekend.  I’ll probably end up on the elliptical again today watching the World Cup game at lunch time.  Go USA!

Last night when I was cooking dinner, I found myself faced with yet another zucchini and yellow squash to use up before they went bad.  Now don’t get me wrong, those are two of my favorite summer time veggies, but I just couldn’t face them one more time roasted or grilled.  I ended up peeling both into strips and throwing them in a pan with some olive oil, salt and pepper to saute.  This was still sounding super boring to me, so at the last minute I transferred everything to a casserole dish, mixed it with marinara, topped with some cheese, and threw it into the oven.  I’ve made zucchini and yellow squash lasagna before, so I didn’t think this would end up a complete disaster.  I was right.

Blurry iPhone picture, but you get the idea.  Served with a piece of BBQ chicken, a weird combo for sure, but it was good, and a lot less boring than plain roasted veggies.  After dinner I actually got to chat with my boyfriend for a little while (his hours are insane in the summer) and got into an interesting discussion.

Apparently that day at work, he was brainstorming proposal ideas (I wish he wouldn’t tell me these things) and running them by his guys, and thought he had come up with some good ones.  Now, knowing Dar is a little, umm over the top, I managed to slip it into the convo that I think intimate proposals are a lot more special and what I would prefer.  He was surprised and then said, “well I guess I can tell you about what I thought was a good idea then”.  Long story short, baseball stadium surprise proposal.  I was like, nope no way, I would die of embarrassment with all those people there, much more low- key please.  He was like, ok well I’m glad we had this chat.  Men, sometimes they need just a little help.

So yeah, ladies if you’re married/engaged how’d your man propose, if you’re not, how would you want him to?  I wouldn’t mind if a few close friends and family were there, but 65,000 strangers, no thanks!

Snowy Night

Well the snow fell here pretty much all day yesterday, and they let us out of work about two hours early which was awesome and definitely saved me some time on the drive home.  Don’t get me wrong, it still took an hour, but it very easily could have taken two if I had waited until 5 pm to leave.  I stopped at the grocery store on the way home, and I think the contents of my shopping cart were amusing other people.  Three bottles of red wine, two bundles of fire wood, ricotta cheese, and garlic.  I bet they were jealous of the night I had planned ;).

The parking lot of the grocery store was an unplowed mess, so please picture this if you will.  Me, trying to push the grocery cart through a few inches of slushy snow, in heels.  Got a good visual, I assure it, it was as hilarious as you’re imagining and I came close to wiping out multiple times.  I made it home without any other major incidents, despite the streets of my neighborhood being completely unplowed and slippery, and was met by cheery roommates already well into their first bottle of wine.  I made my way right to the kitchen to start making us a good dinner for a snowy night, and they poured me a glass of wine and uncorked a second bottle :).

the house in the snow

Dinner was Zucchini and Yellow Squash Lasagna.  I’m still trying to figure out the difference between cooking with a gas stove and electric, so it wasn’t my best effort (some of the veggies burnt in the oven) but the girls still loved it so I’ll call it a success.

The rest of the night was spent sitting in front of the fire, and drinking almost two more bottles of wine.  Yes, that would be almost four for the night, haha.  We watched Charlie Brown Christmas, and Adrienne prayed the high school she teaches at would have a two-hour delay this morning, which it did!  The bundles of fire wood had been sitting outside in the snow at the grocery store (way to go Harris Teeter) so they were somewhat damp, and in order to dry them out we had this set up going on for a while.

We may actually be trying to burn the house down

Smartest idea to have the fire wood lined up and leaning into the fireplace? No, probably  not, but it was sure effective!

Roommates enjoying the fire

It was a great night, with the roommates, and fun continues tonight as one of our other best friends from college and my sister arrive for our big Holiday party tomorrow!  Lots to do tonight and tomorrow before then, but first I have to make it through the work day, sigh.  Happy Friday, one week until Christmas!