Today’s post provides not only a catchy title (to be explained), but something way less serious than you’ve seen here recently and a fun continuation of the Life is a Highway series. Grab some snacks, put on your seatbelt and enjoy the ride. It won’t take long–it’s just a little detour.
A funny thing happened on the way to my next post.
I had surgery last Friday.
Who knew that pain meds and anesthesia would make it soooo difficult to string coherent sentences together? On second thought–that’s just my nature. I was off the oxy by Saturday, but still don’t trust my foggy brain to start dolling out poignant lessons while traveling life’s highway.
No worries, though. I’m fine, off from work (YAY!!) for a month and this falls right into another beautiful metaphor about unplanned turns, closed roads and new paths. Often times the trip is more scenic and fun than if you’d stayed on the main highway.
It’s with that notion in mind that I’m sending you on a few different roads while my pavement is being repaired. There are some places for you to visit in order to see other talented writer’s who blog on WordPress.
You will totally enjoy journeying through some fun back roads, playgrounds and obstacle courses. There are too many friends to include the first time around, so I’ll make it a habit to send you to new places in future posts–each with a theme in mind. Today’s detour is all about humor and here’s a handful from some of the funniest of my nearest and dearest.
Surgery is safer when patients come with instructions ~~Written by Ned Hickson at Ned’s Blog and one of three articles he’s had Freshly Pressed.
Thank goodness I read this very helpful article prior to surgery–I’m sure it saved my life (or, at least a body part or two). While you’re visiting Ned, be sure to stop and linger–he’ll have you doubled over with laughter, leaving with an aching belly and providing morphine on your way out.
I’d recommend to not be eating or drinking anything when you read Nadia’s post. I laughed so hard the first time that my eyeballs spewed out of my nostrils (thus the need for surgery).
File of Awkward: My Vanishing Coworker: ~Written by Aussa Lorens at Hacker.Ninja.Hooker.Spy This woman’s true life is stranger (and funnier) than fiction and I’m completely envious of her red hair. I told Aussa that she needs to come with a warning label…it takes me days to recover after I read one of her stories.
Gotchya! There are no hookers here. What did you think? This is a mostly family site! That said, I have learned the importance of a good title (Butt Cheeks and Elbows) and wasn’t afraid to stretch the truth a bit to get a little more traffic through my detoured route.
Fortunately, I have something better than high heel boots and shorts skirts to peddle. Meet Mr. Hook at You’ve Been Hooked. Not only is this gentleman funny and talented, he’s selfless and supportive of other bloggers in this WP space. Take one look at his page and you’ll “be hooked” yourself as his sexy stories read like the really great graphic novels and his interviews are enchanting.
Here’s the cool kicker! He interviewed me in the article: 5×5 With The Hook: MamaMickTerry. Even though I may have paid an undisclosed bribery amount, he made me seem way more interesting (and sexy) than I could have ever imagined. It’s silly, fun and there’s some stuff in there you probably didn’t know about me–even my hubby was a bit surprised. Take a peek if you haven’t already OR, better yet….look at some of my favorite stories he keeps on his site:
Which brings me to the final of three bullets:
3) Rock star
Since I’ve been hooked, surely that elevates me to Rock star status, right? I’m sitting in the same space as Aussa , Ned and Deanna…that MUST mean I’m ready for the penthouse and Dom Perignon? Oh yeah, something about bed rest for 4 weeks that might keep me off the stage. Oh well, a girl can dream.
Since this little detour means a stop to the gardening and running and boxing that I love so much, I also need to see how I feel before tackling my next post on Hometowns–we might be detoured for another week. My poor hubby will have to tie me to the bed to keep me down, so send your well wishes to him–his recovery will be way worse than mine.