Friday Fun 7/27/18

from Joeyfully Stated

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I feel random.

I have to cook half the night and get up early to finish cookin.

And that’s after workee workee and takin the girls back-to-school clothes shopping and grocery shopping. I amaze myself, I really do.

You guys, I finished that project at work and Mentor brought me eight other sections and said, “Here, work on This.” I’ve never done This before. This is a lot of work. And can I just say, This used to come in boxes and now This is all in tidy lil lectronic files? Isn’t that nice? I tell ya, a girl can keep her manicure in the digital age.

We had to do parent school things three days this week. We both have two to do next week. What the fuck is that about? In the midst of that, there was an evening parent meeting.

Errr…

The Mister’s response to the mandatory…

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DEAR MIRACLES | Love Letter to Our Children

A love Letter to our children.

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I surprised her with blue hair in honor of #AlopeciaAwareness for their final concert last night & let her wear a lil’ makeup for the occasion. I watched him getting dressed, whistling chord changes while buttoning his shirt and adjusting his locs now past his shoulders.

Being married to a musician for 19 1/2 yrs, I know how to care for musicians & creatives before their gigs. Ministering to them is finding a balance between leaving them alone in their zone AND making sure they have what they need.

I really wanted to pester these two before they hit last night…but I grabbed this pic as soon as everything was done.

I love you children with EVERY ounce of my being. Every single ounce. Please remain humble and don’t say “To God be the glory” with your mouths only but LIVE “To God be the glory”. Don’t just say “Thank…

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I Know Not

From A Thomas Point of View

A Thomas Point of View

I know not the moment when my innocence was shattered. When my belief in man became so obscure that I thought death was better than life. I’m lying.

I remember.

I remember the day that you touched me as I slept. The moment that my innocence was shattered and I was left to pick up the pieces of the dirty word I had become. I know not why I had to endure that pain.

Maybe someone can explain.

I know not why I was assaulted by two boys on the school bus. Why they held me down and hunched me as I screamed out. Kissing me. Holding my wrists. Why they chose to grind their adolescent penises in my crotch all to show me their manhood. I know not why no one came to my rescue. I screamed for help.

I remember.

Because I was just a girl. Faceless. I…

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Heavy on Love & Pictures

Happy Anniversary to Joey and her Husband!

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I told you August is ooey gooey with love stuffs. I know, it’s gross. You can look away, but our eyes are locked. I blush, he laughs, I giggle, he smirks. *siiigh*

Yes, we’ve always been this way. No, I don’t know what’s wrong with us.


We do honor our anniversary. We aim to ditch the kids and make the most of couple time, but sometimes it’s on a stupid Tuesday or whatever, and that’s a bit harder with school. Even harder when The Mister was in school, too.
“Oh, you have to read about the Bolsheviks all day?” Reading is sexy.
Sometimes we can’t get away and have to staycate. Staycating is hawt.

Twice we’ve moved into new homes on our anniversary, which I think is special.

The Mister has always taken our anniversary off work like it’s a holiday. Twice, he arranged for his R&R in August, specifically…

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