I had a nice little break from the Internet over Christmas, while my laptop was being fixed. I’ll admit it, it was hard for me. There were times when I found myself pacing because I didn’t know what to do with myself. Other times, I was getting ready to go to bed before 8:30. I am NOT kidding. Yes, I did some cross stitching. Yes, I did some reading. And, of course, there was lots of shopping and wrapping to keep me busy. But, somehow, I was still bored. The 2 hardest nights were Wednesday and Thursday night after work. Usually after work, I decompress by playing games on my laptop while watching TV. With no laptop and nothing but bullshit on TV, I felt completely lost. I know, it’s sick. I don’t care. I don’t believe it is hurting anyone. If I am wrong, shoot me.
Now that I am back and the new year is going to be starting soon, things are going to be different around here. I have realized in the last week or so that life is to damn short to not say how you feel about shit. Sometimes that requires a swear word or two or ten. If you don’t like the words fuck or shit or bitch or maybe some even stronger words, like cunt or whore or fucktards or asswipes or fucktardasswipes, you probably shouldn’t read here anymore. Sorry Mom and Emily if it bothers or embarrasses you. But this is a side of me that no one ever gets to see here. I gotta see if I can shed some doubt on that award that I won some time ago. Sweetheart of the Blogosphere. Heh. If they only really knew me. (Okay, okay, I am sweet and caring, but I have an edgier side, too. No, really, I do! Please believe me.)
That being said, I probably still won’t write about some of my family things here because some people think that their lives are meant to be kept private. What ev. Wait until my first novel is published. When Oprah interviews me when she features my book in her book club, I’ll say, “Of course it’s fictional! What do you mean by that?” *wink, wink, nudge, nudge* That will be a refreshing change for her, completely opposite of that freak, James Frey.
So, yeah, my laptop is fixed, I’m back and I am one sweet fucking bitch! Happy New Year!
Welcome Back! A few days without the Internet has made you feisty!
I like this new Shelli! Let’s go get in a bar fight!
Welcome back! I’m sick, I have a headache. I think you were kind of yelling in your post and it hurt my head!!
Missed you!!
Glad you are back!! I understand, I relax after work by playing Pogo and I feel lost and stressed if I dont have that!
Lovely christmas pictures! Isabella is just too cute!
I find this oddly exciting.
MUWAH;)
I hardly squee, but this calls for it….squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
I cannot wait to meet the inner bitch, cause ya know I love those kinds of posts and love the cuss words ;).
You go girl!
I am in favor of using all those words copious times throughout the day!
Holy Shit!!! I can’t believe it! I knew you had it in you!!
Now TAKE IT OUT!!! I WANT SHELLI BACK!!
Just Jokin’. I missed you and I’m glad the inner bitch is allowed free rein!
Sometimes it is really healthy to let the anger / flustration out….after all if you keep it all bottled up inside of you, you end up making yourself sick over it. When I have reached my breaking point, I go out into the garage and SCREAM really loud and for as long as I can….okay it’s only happened a couple of times but I sure felt oddles and oddles better afterwards.
Good to have you back. No Barfighting with Fab….not only will you have to take care of yourself, you will have to take care of him too!! After all we all know he has no experience with violence. Just imagine how hard it could be trying to keep people from popping him in that big old head of his ~wink~
WOOT!!!!
Get ur freak on, girl!
Suzi–Maybe that’s it!
Fab–I hope you continue to like this new Shelli. I’m starting to doubt the wisdom of it all.
TrishK–Sorry. Didn’t mean to yell. I’ll be snarky softer.
Mel–I like POGO sometimes, too. Now I am going to have to go check it out again. It’s been awhile. Thanks for the compliments, too.
Shortie–That makes me happy.
Hilly–You inspire me yet again! Or encourage me or, I don’t know, something like that.
Absurdist–I am too. Unfortunately they frown on that in the pediatric department where I work, so I will have to use them more frequently here.
MM–I won’t always be a bitch, but I intend to be more edgier.
Grainne–I will stay out of the bar fights with Fab. I remember when I worked at Burger King in high school, the best place to let out a huge scream was the walk in freezer. Everyone should have a walk in freezer in their house.
VW–Awesome. I think I will!
Fab – is that you? What have you done with Shelli? Give her back.
And here you hit the nail on the head, friend. This is why I blog, full stop. My fellow artisans tend toward not saying shit if they have a mouthful, and save the truly nasty stuff for behind backs. I started feeling pressed into a mold of crunchy granola niceness that didn’t allow for the chance to be true if those feelings weren’t absolutely shiny nice.
And so blog #1 was born in 2004.