So I’ve been thinking a lot about 2017 and the new year because hello I’m nothing if not basic. And the truth is, it was a great year. For me.
…it was also a truly terrible year for society and the world at large. I mean, some real ugly truths reared their heads last year. And to be honest, it really affected me.
Continue reading “Reflections”
If someone came up to you, put a gun to your head, and yelled “NAME THREE THINGS SHELBY LOVES!” I’m pretty sure you all would have the same answer:
Taylor Swift. Corgis. Jurassic Park.
Continue reading “In a World Where Trailers Need Trailers, One Trailer Rises Above the Other Trailers to Prove the Point That We Don’t Need So Many Trailers”
So I’ve been pretty quiet lately. Blame life. Ambivalence. A subtle depression numbing me to the state of the world. I meant to come back with a general life update, something short and peppy, mostly for my sake so I could say I wrote something and be done with it.
But then I started writing it. And I realized I had something to say. Some thoughts, if you may. It’s old news but, hey, it’s my blog, my timeline.
Continue reading “Of Rats and Men”
I’ve felt really beaten down recently. Like, I knew 2017 was going to be bad but I don’t think anyone could mentally, emotionally, even physically prepare for the hellscape we’ve found ourselves in.
Continue reading “Everything Hurts and I’m Dying”
I am so done with people hating on Taylor Swift right now. I usually keep my mouth shut (at least in public) because, let’s be honest, nobody takes me seriously and everyone thinks I’m biased. But since the rest of the world thinks it’s appropriate to write think pieces on a pop song, allow me to share my two cents.
There was once a time where I didn’t even like Taylor Swift. She was too country, too twangy, and I was not into it. My adoration took root as she went more pop, so you can believe it’s fully thriving now. But there was a time where my love was more casual, even quiet. I didn’t want to be one of ~those~ fans with their twitter bios and instagram handles. But now? I am a swiftie, tried and true. That’s what happens when you meet her.
Continue reading “Look What You Made Me Do”
Supposedly there’s a hurricane on it’s way to ravage Houston. Which means I’m working from home (or hardly working) as the rain “threatens” to fall. We have a tub filled with water, a stack of canned beans, and I managed to grab the last box of ice cream sundae poptarts in the store yesterday.
I don’t know why I can’t take this storm seriously. Maybe it’s all those false alarms about snow storms in New York? Or the fact that everyone loves a good bout of hysteria? But I think mainly I’m resentful because we were supposed to vacation in Florida next week and now we might be rained out.
Thanks a lot, Harvey.
Continue reading “Shelby vs Hurricane Harvey”
I was having dinner with a four year old the other night. She looked at me, got up real close and whispered, “What are those spots in your face? Did you get a dog bite?”
Talk about shade.
Continue reading “Under My Skin”