Category Archives: Random

My Social Experiment

Knock, Knock!  Who’s There?  SurferWife.  SurferWife Who? Exactly. SurferWife Who? So sad. But come on already.  I need to get my shit together and start putting words on this fancy little space of the internet more often than once every two months. Ok, so here goes.  Today I thought I would be all scientific and…

I *Heart* Carlton Banks

Hey, before you all go off and throw a party because you think SurferWife has died in an alcohol infested rabbit hole, think again.  Maybe, JUST MAYBE I have been busy studying this masterpiece all summer.  And MAYBE I plan to bust it out at the next blogging event you invite me to.

Professor Period

Wait.  No white capris frolicking in the white wash on the shore?!?! My question and comment: Whatcha got in that glass, Ms. McDonald? What’s yours?

Hello? Blog? Is that you?

I’m not even entirely sure where I’m going with this. So, I’m just going to write and let the crazy words flow from my finger tips. See, once upon a time in a place far, far away there was this magical princess who loved to write blog posts. You could give her one random word…

A super boring SurferWife.

The day has arrived. I have nothing to say to you people. Nothing. Why is there a sudden uproar of cheering? Not cool. *crickets* Yeah, still got nothing for you people. It’s very empty and lonely in my brain. And cut the blonde jokes, I’m so not in the mood. *more crickets* Alright. Since you…

Awkward blog posting alert

I had a dream that Brett Favre was hitting on me last night. He kept showing up everywhere I was. He would high five me on something lame and then like try to hold my hand after the high five. It was. Ummm. Weird. I don’t even really dig him. Don’t get me wrong. I…

What the F am I really eating?

Here I sit, perusing different blogs, scarfing down an icy coke and some ranch flavored CornNuts. All the while convincing myself I am going to need to tack on a couple extra miles during my run today. I don’t eat and drink this kind of crap on a daily basis, so yeah. Extra mileage to…

The evil coffee cup called me fat.

This is ridiculously fantastic. I am a glutton for being told what an A-Hole I am, so for this angry, little Starbucks cup to rip me a new one is priceless. Just type in your drink type (and size) and he will tell you every intricate detail about your personality. I have two go to…

Raise your armpits way up high in the sky…

These were my strict instructions from the little 4 year old blondie. Accompanied with the promise of no tickles. She promptly tickled. I said, “Why do you lie, liar?” -Michael Scott The End. That is all. Why are you still here?