Welcome back to Part II of SurferWife’s Enlightening Resolution Bonanza. Honestly? I can’t believe you came back.
Go read Part I of my New Year’s Resolutions, if you haven’t already. It’s useless but just go.
Onward:
I will host an 80′s dance party featuring songs by Expose, Stevie B. and The Jets. Don’t get your hopes up, you’re probably not invited. If you are actually wondering in your head, right this moment, if you’re invited, then you’re not.
I WILL make Carri Brown’s list for best tweets in 2012. Within 5 minutes of declaring this resolution, she favorited a tweet. I think I can knock this one out before 2012 even starts. I’m an over achiever today, folks.
Jenny McCarthy asked the internets how they would #BeBold in 2012. To which I responded: I plan on saying fuck a whole lot more on both my blog and Twitter.
I will teach our cat, Mustachio Pistachio, how to potty train on a toilet.
I will NOT poke fun at folks that spontaneously combust into flames.
I WILL continue to NOT surf. I will also keep yelling at people that call me SurferGirl, or SurfingWife, or SurfWoman. No People. I will tolerate no longer. I am SurferWife. The wife of a Surfer. I’m no idiot. I don’t get in that cold ass water.
Fuck. (Please refer to Jenny McCarthy resolution.)
I will try to win best looking blog design for the year of 2012. I don’t know where this contest is for me to enter, so I may just have to create it myself and not let anyone enter but me. Because I want Kayleen of Booyah’s Momma Digital Art & Design to be properly recognized for her magical design skills.
Ok, come back tomorow for more. Or don’t. I don’t give a fuck. (Thanks Jenny, this whole #BeBold thing is going great so far!)
Lofty goals indeed. I had an 80′s Dance Party for Halloween. You must keep this resolution, whether you invite me or not. However, I have a killer Boy George costume. . . just sayin.
–>I’m working on my list right now for the blog. Not procrastinating is one of them which probably explains why I’m thinking I’ll do my list tomorrow.
@debthaxton
hahahahahahaha I really think this whole fuck thing is working out well for you.
Fuck yeah. I guess this means I WILL NOT be invited to the 80s party. Damn, I’m a lot of fun. Oh well. We’ll always have our love of Sarah Colonna and Chelsea Handler to fall back on. Well, have a fucking great new year if I don’t make it back over here tomorrow. It takes me a while to get caught-up on blogs. Sometimes I’ve got my shit together and sometimes I fucking don’t. So, take that SurferWife.
Wel, Fuck.
What if I wasn’t wondering IF I was invited but assuming I was and making plans to be at your 80s dance party? At a cheerleading camp, before I realized I didn’t want to be a cheerleader, we learned a routine to a Jets song.
Both parts of that comment mean you are invited. Please come and do that routine.
When you’re done teaching Mustachio Pistachio how to use the potty, can you come do the same thing for Booyah? Or, better yet, can you come potty train my 2 year-old?
Also, I fuckin’ love you. There. Now you’ve gone and done it and made me swear. How bold.
Oh, you’re on fire babe. And I love me some Kayleen, too…
Can I just imagine you as a surfer? You’re all sexy like that.
Surfwoman?
you’re fucking brilliant! That is all
ox