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Grandma’s Boyfriend


 A 5-year-old boy went to visit his grandmother one day.
 Playing with his toys in her bedroom while grandma was dusting, he
 looked up and said, ‘Grandma, how come you don’t have a boyfriend now
 that Grandpa went to heaven?’
 Grandma replied, ‘Honey, my TV is my boyfriend. I can sit
 in my bedroom and watch it all day long. The religious programs
 make me feel good and the comedies make me laugh. I’m happy with my
 TV as my boyfriend.’
 Grandma turned on the TV, and the reception was terrible.
 She started adjusting the knobs, trying to get the picture in focus.
 Frustrated, she started hitting the backside of the TV hoping to fix
 the problem.
 The little boy heard the doorbell ring, so he hurried to
 open the door and there stood Grandma’s minister. The minister said,
 ’Hello son, is your Grandma home?’
 The little boy replied, ‘Yeah, she’s in the bedroom bangin’
 her boyfriend.’
 The minister fainted.

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Live in a fantasy world more then not. Like to imagine myself back in my Norman Rockwell world when life was so much simpler. Had to get off couch to change TV then and if lucky had 3-4 channels. Could understand music and words like "mockingbird hill" and not like todays where makes ya wanna run out into traffic. Dad came home at sundown and we ate like a family and actually talked. Today's kids running out door, may say "hi dad" if lucky and run to see what kind of trouble can get into with friends. We had daily prayer and pledge of allegiance then to. But that offended a lot of people NOT FROM THIS COUNTRY, so had to stop that. Liked to do good and be good because that's how we were raised. Nothing more impressive then having to go to the weeping willow tree to get your own switch...lol But we learned and respected parents and the law. Government had to step in though and tell parents not to spank their kids or holler at them...that was abuse. So, no discipline, no consequences hell why not do whatever ya want. Tell parents to F off. They can't do anything about it anymore. And then to have the nerve to sit back and ask "whats happened to todays youth".
Hot girl back then wore bobby socks and dress down past knees but she was breathtaking to us then..lol Today when 12 look more like 21 & cool look for guys is to wear their pants pulled down to knees.
Love heartwarming articles and stuff that interest me so like to share with those that have same interests. Like a site i love called. www.feedmecheesy.com full of inspirational clips and heartwarming stories. I also like Tom Bodett and Dave Barrys articles and blogs. Outlook on life through humorous and innocent eyes. We all had that innocence as children but forgot about our castles and fairy's, our secret friends nobody could see except us, to whom we told all our secrets and daily activities. When would romp through fields watching the butterflies and smelling the flowers, perhaps picking some dandelions for mom. But then we got older, no more time for that stuff because had things to do, places to go and bills to pay. So as smoke evaporates into nothingness as did our visions of these things and our secret friend, castles, forts, and dreams.
And so it is until very old and alone ( i've a way to go there yet...lol) and then we have time again to remember those things. So when you see an old person sitting there with a smile on his or her face and wondering why on earth they are smiling, now you know. Their secret friends have returned along with the memories of those cherished years.
Myself i think the whole purpose of life is to learn one thing and that is to learn to love. Tough talk for an ole marine vet that has killed many huh...lol Really just an ole softie. One that loves to remember and dream.........
Oh well. can't think to much about this. Back to my world with clouds flowing by and all is right with world.

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