STFU Fridays: Did you know I’m 25 again?


Hah! I fucking wish! If I were 25 I’d be young, spry, and free of my four gray hairs. I would slap the shit out of myself for being so naive and idealistic about the world and politics and how great society is too. (And I’d probably save myself the trouble that turned out to be all for naught, and leave grad school before incurring all that extra debt…)

So what I should be in the realm of “25,” though, is in the Top 25 Mom Blogger Authors on Circle of Moms. And yet I am not (yet). Why you ask? Probably because rather than log on and vote for me daily, my husband has spent his time scrolling through apps on his smartphone, and looking for new pornography downloads. And you faithful blog followers haven’t S’d the F up and voted for me. Again, yet.

Thus, in an effort to garner more votes and excitement and “fuck yeah, you are one of the top 25 mom blogger authors out there”s, I decided that I’d let you all know you should vote. And in exchange for your vote, I will share a few of my own current Shut the Fuck Up facts.

Because you faithful blog followers haven’t heard enough of my vulgarities, have you?

Here’s the link (just click the picture, scroll until you see the B(itch)log and hit the ol’ “vote” button)…

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… and here goes my STFU Facts:

1. Vaginas horrify me. I know, I know: shut the fuck up, Heather. Right? Since I have a vagina I should probably think the thing is better than Barbara Streisand in “Hello, Dolly!”

Not the case. The thought of vaginal birth makes me feel faint. I know I should be all “power to women” and “the vag is a beautiful flower that blossoms to puke out a baby” or whatever, but I just can’t take that shit. Maybe it was my dysfunctional childhood. Maybe it’s the fact that every time I think of one I remember the time I saw my mom dry humping the back porch and was worried she’d get slivers on her hoo-ha. Then I wondered what it would be like to have slivers on my own hoo-ha, and well … let’s just leave it there. The female underworld bugs me a bit.

2. I think about the New Kids on the Block at least once a day. Sometimes twice. I dance to The Right Stuff in the shower. Every time I talk about NKOTB, someone in my family tells me to shut the fuck up already.

3. I hate California Italians. I hate California Italian food. I know, most of you are like “shut the fuck up, B(itch)!” For one, I’ve talked about it before – way to recycle material. But I actually mentioned that I hate all Italians. Now I’ve realized that it’s really California Italians.

For one, California Italians can’t cook to save their goddamned lives. For two, they’re arrogant, pompous assholes. I was at a party a few weeks ago and this dillhole told me that Chicagoans can’t cook pizza, or really any Italian-style dish, worth shit. STFU doucenoodle.

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4. On the note of food, I get tired of eating. It’s boring to me. After about five bites, I start to get really bored with my food. It isn’t that there’s no flavor or that it’s gross or anything; it’s really just the chewing. Chewing is perhaps my least favorite activity.

I know. I for real need to shut the fuck up. Whine much about stupid shit?

5. One last comment on food (it’s on my mind because I just got bored out of my fucking mind eating tortellinis that I – a Chicagoan – made): slimy things gross me out. This kind of goes beyond food, though, because it’s really anything slimy is nasty to me. So I don’t like mushrooms or brocolli, because they both have high slime potential. I don’t like slugs. When the dishwasher broke the other day, I puked in my mouth over the bits of slime that came out of the thing.

There is one slimy thing I’m totally OK with, though; probably because it is ever-present as a result of my horrible allergy and sinus problems: snot. So I don’t like mushrooms but I’m totally cool with boogers.

Should I give myself a shut the fuck up punch in the boob now, or later?

6. I’m a total hypocrite. Every time I bitch and complain about kid’s Christmas movies, you are all given pre-approval to tell me to shut my lilly-livered ass the fuck up.

Why you ask? Oh, because I’ve encouraged the viewing of these hackneyed, poorly done Christmas kid’s movies for about three weeks now. I added maybe 180 of them to the Netflix que and it keeps it quiet in here (because kids are suckers for bad acting and puppies).

So those are a few of my current shut the fuck up facts. Now please – PLEASE – shut yourselves the fuck up and vote for me on Circle of Moms. You literally have only a few hours left to get your vote in.

Here’s the link again, just in case you forgot with all my talk about vaginas and slimy things. Good thing I didn’t talk about slimy vaginas though, eh?

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18 Comments on “STFU Fridays: Did you know I’m 25 again?

  1. I’m sorry. I got distracted and quit reading at the part where your mom was . . . well, you know. But I’ll vote for you anyway, since your the number one mom blogger I read.

  2. oh my god those other women and their cutsie books and pictures makes me want to step on a rabbit. you were #35 on that list. is that the order by vote count? what i mean is i want to put that page on facebook and tell people to vote, but i guess i can’t just say “vote for number 35” because you might not always be in that spot. right? just checking.

  3. If I vote more than once, is it considered cheating? Also…my grandfather used to work with Joey McIntyre’s dad; who was a Chicago bricklayer. Just in case you needed another reason why Chicago is awesome.

  4. I still have a book on NKOTB I bought back in high school, along with 2 posters. How the hell those are still with me more than 20 years later, I haven’t really figured out. But there they are. ๐Ÿ™‚ I love to look at food, but eating (and the chewing) to me seems like such a waste of time when there are more important things I could be doing. I’m also not a fan of anything slimy (including boogers) and I agree with Seashells, the vaginas only rival penises in ugly!

  5. Voted! Then I thought I’d go back and vote again and stupid STFU system says I’ve voted already?! Huh, what’s up with that… so I’ll go vote somewhere else. Why? ’cause I can ๐Ÿ™‚

    The ultimate slimy stuff must be dog vomit. Regretfully I’ve been reacquainted with it recently. Oh… foul.

  6. Hilarious, considering I had to take my grandma (her real name is Maw Maw) to her Hoo Hoo doc this week. Unfuckinging believable time. I might add she has a touch of dementia, too. It was so fun. Oh, I had a poster of Joey above my bed and I vowed would never, ever leave him ๐Ÿ˜‰

  7. OMG I love you! I hate to chew, too!!! In fact, I choke all the time cos I swallow my food whole! Really! I watch my husband chew his food a lot. He tells me to stop watching him. I ask him why he chews it so much it doesn’t resemble what I put on the table. It’s all icky mush. He says I get stomach aches cos I swallow my food unchewed but at least it retains its original flavor and texture!! Geez, is this the birth of a blog post? Right HERE? Are you MYvagina? Am I birthing? Is this a contraction>>>>?
    PS I hate vags too. I think they are beyond hideous and only rival penises in ugly.

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