Ringing In 2024 Quotes

The Storm Stranger by Stewart Stafford Were I to shed forty coats, Or forty layers of this skin, I'd stay an intruder in myself, At a crossroads in a storm. Stranger in my own country, Pariah to everything beloved, Organ rejection by my own body, A lantern wanderer in limbo. All foul, cast out by my lamp, Saving those mistreating me, Traversing sanity's outer rings, I turn my collar up and trudge on. © 2024, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.

Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, The flying cloud, the frosty light: The year is dying in the night; Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow: The year is going, let him go; Ring out the false, ring in the true. Ring out the grief that saps the mind For those that here we see no more; Ring out the feud of rich and poor, Ring in redress to all mankind. Ring out a slowly dying cause, And ancient forms of party strife; Ring in the nobler modes of life, With sweeter manners, purer laws. Ring out the want, the care, the sin, The faithless coldness of the times; Ring out, ring out my mournful rhymes But ring the fuller minstrel in. Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease; Ring out the narrowing lust of gold; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.

No words ring more true for me than when Michelle Obama stated, “Being President doesn’t change who you are, it reveals who you are. . . .” Please remember what I testified to Congress, the second time: There is a serious danger that Donald Trump will not leave office easily, and there is a real chance of not having a peaceful transition. When he jokes about running again in 2024 and gets a crowd of thousands to chant “Trump 2024,” he’s not joking. Trump never jokes.

For Dads Helping Ease Her Quease Morning sickness is one pregnancy symptom that definitely doesn’t live up to its name. It’s a 24/7 experience that can send your spouse running to the bathroom morning, noon, and night—and hugging the toilet far more than she’ll be hugging you. So take steps to help her feel better—or at least not worse. Lose the aftershave that she suddenly finds repulsive, and get your onion ring fix out of her sniffing range (thanks to her hormones, her sense of smell is supersized). Fill her gas tank so she doesn’t have to come nose-to-nozzle with the fumes at the pump. Fetch her foods that quell her queasies and don’t provoke another run to the toilet. Good choices include ginger ale, soothing smoothies, and crackers (but ask first—what spells r-e-l-i-e-f for one queasy woman spells v-o-m-i-t for another). Encourage her to eat small meals throughout the day instead of 3 large ones (spreading out the load and keeping her tummy filled may ease her nausea), but don’t chide her for her food choices (now’s not the time to nag her about eating her broccoli). Be there for support when she’s throwing up—hold back her hair, bring her some ice water, rub her back. And remember, no jokes. If you were throwing up for weeks, you wouldn’t find it amusing. Not surprisingly, neither does she.

If you want a happy ending, that depends, of course, on where you stop your story. —Orson Welles, The Big Brass Ring

Ring Around the Rosie, baby edition. Make this preschool favorite baby-friendly by adapting it for the lap. Hold your baby in a standing position on your lap and sing, “Ring around the rosie, a pocket full of posies, ashes, ashes, we all fall down!” at which point you help him or her plop down to sitting. A variation is to substitute “hopscotch, hopscotch” for “ashes, ashes” and to pop your lap (and baby) up at each one. You can also play a traditional Ring Around the Rosie while holding baby in your arms—standing and turning in a circle before plopping down on the floor together.

It seemed like such a pointless, flaky thing to say. Even if it was his favorite line from The Lord of the Rings. CHAPTER 48 From: Jennifer Scribner-Snyder To: Beth Fremont Sent: Mon, 12/06/1999 9:28 AM Subject: I’ll bet you’re the kind of girl who’s already picked out baby names.

See Me In One by Stewart Stafford Crave not aged flight, Your titian crown ringed, With cherubim cheeks, In child's play, winged. I shed this life's skin, My texts echoing guide, Find flesh through them, Righteous wordage sighed. In forest dark, I found you, All before, a stillborn nought, Of everything in ardour rendered, Your form, pride's ransom bought. © Stewart Stafford, 2024. All rights reserved.

This Is My Country; This Is Your Country September 11, 2024 at 10:07 AM Verse 1: In the heartland where the rivers run free, From the mountains to the shining sea, This is my country, this is your country, Where dreams are born and hearts are free. Chorus: Be brave enough to stand for what you believe, Even if you stand alone, don’t you ever leave. If you believe very strongly in something, Stand up and fight, let your voice ring. Verse 2: From the small towns to the city lights, We hold our ground, we fight the good fight. This is my country, this is your country, Where every soul shines so bright. Chorus: Be brave enough to stand for what you believe, Even if you stand alone, don’t you ever leave. If you believe very strongly in something, Stand up and fight, let your voice ring. Bridge: In the face of fear, in the darkest night, Hold your head high, keep your dreams in sight. This is our land, where freedom’s song is sung, Together we stand, forever strong. Chorus: Be brave enough to stand for what you believe, Even if you stand alone, don’t you ever leave. If you believe very strongly in something, Stand up and fight, let your voice ring. Outro: This is my country, this is your country, Hand in hand, we’ll always be. Let’s make America great again, Together we’ll stand, together we’ll save the USA.

Tempting Trouble August 5, 2024 at 9:45 AM [Verse] I see you standing there, a smile that could light up the night, Your eyes are calling me, but I know it wouldn’t be right. You're so tempting, but I got one at home who loves me, This heart’s not wanderin', though it’s tough for you to see. [Verse 2] The jukebox plays a tune, sweet and slow like honey wine, Your voice like velvet, sending shivers down my spine. You're so tempting, but there’s more than just a fling, I've got a love back home, got to protect this golden ring. [Chorus] Oh, tempting trouble, stay away from me, I can’t afford to lose what’s true and meant to be. Your sweet whispers in the dark won't make me stray, Tempting trouble, my heart’s anchored, it won't sway. [Verse 3] You lean in closer, try to get under my skin, But I hear her laughter, reminds me of where I've been. She’s been my rock, through the storms and the rain, And I can’t trade our forever for just another name. [Verse 4] It’s a smoky bar, but I see her face so clear, Her gentle touch, her loving words, always near. So I'll step back, 'cause this dance ain't for free, I’ll take my memories home where they’re s’posed to be. [Chorus] Oh, tempting trouble, stay away from me, I can’t afford to lose what’s true and meant to be. Your sweet whispers in the dark won't make me stray, Tempting trouble, my heart’s anchored, it won't sway.

,Further, two steps forward, and all the chaos of the world above fell away, the smell of wet dirt and rat droppings rising to invade my nostrils. The familiar feeling froze me in fear. Immediately, alarm bells were ringing in my head. My hands trembled. I scanned every shadow for something I could not name but which crept out of view like an ambush. Macnaghten absently kicked a rock, and the tinkle as it skimmed the ground gave me cause to jump; I turned to face the sound, and something crunched underfoot - a lump of something dry and brittle, like petrified wood - reduced to dust. At that, the lantern tilted slightly, dangling, wavering ethereally in our direction. IT WAS AWARE OF US NOW. ~ Chief Inspector Frederick Abberline, The Ripper Lives: Into the Black (4/10)

Further, two steps forward, and all the chaos of the world above fell away, the smell of wet dirt and rat droppings rising to invade my nostrils. The familiar feeling froze me in fear. Immediately, alarm bells were ringing in my head. My hands trembled. I scanned every shadow for something I could not name but which crept out of view like an ambush. Macnaghten absently kicked a rock, and the tinkle as it skimmed the ground gave me cause to jump; I turned to face the sound, and something crunched underfoot - a lump of something dry and brittle, like petrified wood - reduced to dust. At that, the lantern tilted slightly, dangling, wavering ethereally in our direction. IT WAS AWARE OF US NOW. ~ Chief Inspector Frederick Abberline, The Ripper Lives, Into the Black (4/10)