And the strangest search to find my blog so far in 2014 is….

are you ready kids?

I wasn’t.

Did you know if you search for “Gynecologist Jokes” on Google, you will find my blog?

Seriously?

98% of my stories are about life after kids, gardening, faith, poetry and travel.

I do not write sex jokes –

okay, there was that one.

Or maybe two..

Still.

Granted, I did have a bit of a weird meltdown after my hysterectomy in 2010 and had to see a male gyno for the first time ever in my life. And yes it’s true I wrote several jokes about that which included the promoting of sedation gynecology and if you hear a comic in Tulsa tell that joke other than me — they stole it.

Just sayin;.

Deep cleansing breath.

And yes, it’s true that I did write a poem about my annual exam.

Still, it’s been at least two years since I wrote a good gynecologist joke. I honestly don’t have one. At least not any that I can tell without turning purple. So why I show up on the search is beyond me. The only reason I know this is because my blog gets hit at least two or three times a week by people looking for a good GYN joke and I did a google test to find out why.

Good heavens.

Of all the SEO search engines in the world, I had to wind up on this one.

So… in that spirit, for all ya’ll looking for a good joke, I offer this new one that I found…

22-true-meaning-of-gynecologistHave a great day!

Face it spongebob

536286_290388711050908_522751382_n Apologies in advance to my sons who have every Sponge Bob episode memorized. This cracked me up!

Two Wheel Tuesday: How to be a biker — kinda racy, just a warning.

This video does contain some suggestive material. I think it’s funny and am sharing it, however if you don’t like racy, don’t watch.

If I ask for chickens, will I get a horse?

rocky 150We were only there for 72 hours. It was a retreat in the middle of Tennessee. We gathered our own eggs, fed the sheep, picked fresh food from the garden and enjoyed the view. I wanted to stay forever.

Flash forward five years and I’m still harping on it.

I want to move.

I want a ranch.

I want chickens.

I want sheep.

Can I have a horse?

I married a city boy. We’ve lived in the burbs for the past 24 years. My obsession with farming has been a long held secret. Both sets of my grandparents grew up on farms and I come by this weird obsession naturally. My mother even bought a farmhouse when she was 50, I mean it’s got to be there. Forget the fact that everything green withers and dies at my touch, I’m sure I could figure it out.

When we bought our house at our own cove, I thought THIS is my chance. We have five acres, I can get chickens.

No banana.

My husband is not a mental midget by any stretch and said they were a gateway animal to other livestock. It’s not like I was planning on a LOT of livestock, just maybe a horse or some sheep or goats. No biggie.

All these years I told him he was wrong, and then I saw THIS video. (Sigh)

It cracks me up. Hope you enjoy it.

Friday Funny: A Woman with a banjo

576165_10150969883942750_648100132_nI’m not sure where this came from originally. I saw it on Facebook and I love it. So true.