Two Brooms

Two brooms were hanging in the closet and after a while they got to know each other so well, they decided to get married.

One broom was, of course, the bride broom, the other the groom broom.

The bride broom looked very beautiful in her white dress. The groom broom was handsome and suave in his tuxedo. The wedding was lovely.

After the wedding, at the wedding dinner, the bride-broom leaned over and said to the groom-broom, 'I think I am going to have a little whisk broom!!!'

'IMPOSSIBLE !!' said the groom broom.

Are you ready for this?
Brace yourself; this is going to hurt.

'WE HAVEN'T EVEN SWEPT

TOGETHER!'

Oh for goodness sake... Laugh, or at least groan. Life's too short not to enjoy... Even these silly little cute.... And clean jokes

Sounds to me like she's been 'sweeping' around!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!

in the past someone accused me of hating my own child because i call him a demon. i'm sure it's apparent to anyone who has children that this person does not have children. i love my son with every fiber if my being. he gives me something to keep me going when it truly seems there is nothing left. but, he is a demon child, i sometimes think he is the spawn of satan, and that is just the way that it is. every one who has children knows that children have their sweet loving side and then they have their other side. the side that makes you wonder if you imagined the loving side. and the mood can change in the blink of an eye, just like that. yesterday, my son pitched a horrible fit, throwing his backpack on the ground, because i told him that one of the cats actually does enjoy being petted because he chooses to ignore that cat and only play with the other one. so all i said was that cat likes to be petted too, and the fit was on. something so stupid, so inane as that, and his head started spinning on his neck. i do admit that he is always a perfect angel when he goes to other people's houses, he behaves well in public, and he knows when it is inappropriate to act up. but when he is home with me and his dad, that is when he lets his temper roll. fortunately, with me being unwell a lot, he feels the need to take care of me and keep me taken care of, so he does hold back some. it's so cute the way every time i yawn, he tries to put me down for a nap. kids. you have to love them. even if they are little demons.

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have you ever had a friend that just sucked everything out of you but never really gave much back? i have such a friend. she has passed in and out of my life for years, generally taking my stuff and disappearing. but she has these kids that i baby sat as practically babies, and i find i have a hard time letting them suffer for their parents ineptitude. funny thing is, oh, they couldn't get any food and could i please help, but when i finally said i couldn't anymore, they still managed to get food. i almost bankrupted my family trying to help hers and i'll probably never get any of it back. and then there are the kids, who are wild as banshees running around. while i let the kids stay here for a week because they were all crammed into one motel room, supposedly with no food, they caused all kinds of damage, drove my husband crazy, and then i had to explain exactly why they had to come home. after a week. i'm sorry but my kid is gone a couple of days, i'm wanting him home. you start to miss the little demon. but not these people. i have never seen anything like it. now they are gone, again, but i know kinda where they are. and i'm planning on attempting to keep tabs on them, they owe me a lot of money. i think i have learned my lesson though, i won't be so soft hearted next time. i tend to let people take advantage of my good will and i'm not going to do it anymore. i've let people say things about me without standing up and saying it was wrong, even when my child was dragged in. i was being the better person. i'm tired of always being the better person and letting others be jerks whenever they want to be. i don't think i'll take things lying down so much anymore.

well, i went on a week's vacation and it was wonderful. can't remember the last time we took a whole week off and went somewhere. we went to charleston, sc. but we stayed on seabrook island off the coast there at charleston. it was beautiful and kinda secluded. very nice. you couldn't even really get onto the island unless you were staying there. no hotels, just condos and houses. it was awesome. following the travel guides we found some pretty crappy places to eat, but we ended up finding some really good food by just finding places as we drove. we have just been back for a week. in that week, i've spent the majority of my time taking care of my sick grandmother day and night at her house. which i don't mind doing at all..i love her and i feel as big as our family is, she should have someone with her all the time. anyway, i hope every one has a great weekend. take care.

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i've spent most of today alone, thinking about things. i can't really say i feel any more enlightened than when i began. if anything, i feel even more confused, and to be honest, i feel like a whiner. i know there are people out there with worse problems than i have. i know this, and yet, caught up in my little world, i feel that my problems are horrendous. so what if my life was forever changed at the age of 23. at least i had the 23 years before hand that i enjoyed as much as i was able to. even now, i enjoy myself as much as i possibly can, i try to ring what pleasure i can out of my life. so what do i have to bitch about? so i was bipolar growing up, at times i had a really good time with it, just other times i was really depressed and screwed up. even when i had fun i was screwed up, but i was having fun so it was ok. what right do i really have to complain? i try to keep my moaning and groaning to a minimum, noone really wants to hear how you are when they ask. on here at times i probably have let loose with the complaining. so i'm miserable. if i have a bladder flare up, i have to go to the torture chamber for a catheter every day for about a week. so what. do i really have a right to say anything? do i have a right to be angry? because i am. all i've ever wanted is to be normal and one thing on top of another has piled up to make it to where i will never be normal for the rest of my life. when my dad beat us, i just wanted a normal family, i never got that until i had a family of my own, and even we aren't normal because i'm sick. that man tortured me to the point i had a stomach ulcer by age 6 and he has never paid for it in any way, except for the loss of me and his grandson, which i don't think he cares about. i'm sorry, i'm going off on tangents. there are just so many things that are unfair and make me angry that i have had to endure in my life. i know i need to find a way to let go of the anger. that just holds me back and causes negativity in me. but how do you get past traumas that scar you so deeply, just as my illnesses are shaping who my son is becoming, hopefully not negatively. it seems to be making him a very empathetic young man with a sensitive soul. i hope that doesn't change as he gets older.
so how do i stop myself from feeling anger and feeling sorry for myself because of the cards i've been dealt. most of the time i deal with it fine and i don't feel sorry for myself. but man, when i do, i do. i try to take the view that i maybe bad and i may have been better, i've seen worse, i've been worse for that matter. i try to tell myself that any time i get down about it. sometimes it even works.
people look at me and they can't figure out why i could ever get depressed. i'm reasonably pretty, i have a good looking husband, a handsome, well mannered, intelligent son, and we own our own home. i'm living a fairly descent life, it's nothing to sneeze at, so how could i get depressed. and i just have to answer i don't know. it's just part of the cycle. the first time i ever tried to commit suicide, i was a knock out. i've aged now and i'm nowhere near the knockout i was. but people just look at the surface, they don't look deeper. and that is sad, because there is a lot to be found deeper inside.