Pics of My Mom and Sibs

Here are five pictures of my family at a party. Plus, below I added several more pictures.

This is the picture (below) that I was planning to post individually. Everyone saw a different picture because people commented on that picture first.

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My brothers and sisters, and my mom.

This is a picture of 2 of my daughters and me at a wedding.

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Why is my mouth always moving?

I also add Carl (my brother) here in order to not leave him out.

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Carl and Joan.

This week, I am studying the practice of jumping the broom. I believe that spiritually this practice is for real. However, legally and civilly, you have to abide by the laws of the State when it comes to being considered married in the eyes of the State.

Jumping the broom
This Wikipedia article is about the custom and phrase.

Jumping the broom is a phrase and custom relating to a wedding ceremony where the couple jumps over a broom. It has been suggested that the custom is based on an 18th-century idiomatic expression for “sham marriage”, “marriage of doubtful validity”; it was popularized in the context of the introduction of civil marriage in Britain with the Marriage Act 1836.

There have also been suggestions that the expression may derive from an actual custom of jumping over a “broomstick” (where “broom” refers to the common broom rather than the household implement) associated with the gypsies (Romani) of the United Kingdom.[2] especially those in Wales.[3]

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Jesus walks on water.

The custom of a marrying couple literally jumping over a broom is now most widespread among African Americans, popularized in the 1970s by the novel and miniseries Roots but originating in the mid 19th century as a practice in antebellum slavery in the United States.[4]

Ferdie Had Mucho Fun

I had a grand ol’ time at a party last night (Saturday). I will have more to say about my weekend later on, after I finish watching the New Orleans Saints football game. More fun!!! Hahaha… By the way, I had a lot of fun this whole weekend. Plus, I have made up my mind that I want to skip the Presidential debate on Wednesday because of the stress and darkness that Donald Trump lays upon my brain. I am feeling too happy the last few days for Donald J. Trump to rain on my parade. I stopped watching cable news for a minute anyway because Trump’s lies, sexual assaults and vulgarity have truly been grieving me out. I need a little break from the Trump mania.

This morning (Sunday) I had fun too very early while practicing my trumpet. I was practicing some spiritual hymns and worship songs. Of course the Lord laid some of His joy upon me for spending time this morning praising Him. Let’s hope that the New Orleans Saints also make me happy later on this afternoon. UPDATE: The New Orleans Saints made me happy this afternoon. Very happy!! I LOVE IT.

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Fun!!! Those are my horn rags around my neck. I practiced a few songs on my trumpet this morning.

That bum, Donald Trump, is a billionaire and pays no taxes to the IRS unlike every other American across the country. He has no right whatsoever to be President of the United States of America.