Wedding Bells Soon Quotes

Mr. Anderson:Well, maybe we all should call it a night. Congrats to the happy couples. Will there be wedding bells soon? SnowGirl:Definitely. I mean, if you help a guy kill a dwarf, he should marry you.

So, we’ve got a problem,” I said. “What?” Lend yelled. “We’ve got a problem!” I shouted. “No, I heard that. I mean, what’s the problem now?” “I have the solution!” Jack interrupted. “What?” I sat up, all ears. “Bells!” “What?” Lend and I asked at the same time. “Get her a kitty collar with bells on it. That way you can hear her coming and get someplace where you won’t be hurt by collapsing immediately into sleep.” There was a thumping noise, followed by an indignant “Ow!” from Jack. “The problem,” I said, “is that Raquel is going on trial with IPCA and I am not about to let them lock her up forever.” She was my Raquel. How dare they. My fear was quickly shifting to anger. Tasing me was one thing. But if they thought they could get away with persecuting the very best person they’d ever had working for them, they had another think coming. “Where?” Jack asked. “At the Center,” David answered, coming down the stairs, but he was cut off by Lend snapping, “You aren’t involved in this, Jack.” “Oh, I think you want me involved. I believe I’m the only one here who has ever been to a disciplinary hearing. Five, actually. I was shooting for my lucky number seven, but alas, IPCA and I parted ways too soon.” That settled it. A cheery band we’d make, no doubt. I’d been looking forward to starting some new Christmas traditions this year. Simple things. Reading the Grinch. Decorating a tree. Making cookies. Storming the Center to rescue the closest person I’d ever had to a mom. The usual holiday fare. Merry freaking Christmas.

A BLESSING FROM MY SIXTEEN YEARS’ SON I have this son who assembled inside me during Hurricane Gloria. In a flash, he appeared, in a tiny blaze. Outside, pines toppled. Phone lines snapped and hissed like cobras. Inside, he was a raw pearl: microscopic, luminous. Look at the muscled obelisk of him now pawing through the icebox for more grapes. Sixteen years and not a bone broken, not a single stitch. By his age, I was marked more ways, and small. He’s a slouching six foot two, with implausible blue eyes, which settle on the pages of Emerson’s “Self Reliance” with profound belligerence. A girl with a navel ring could make his cell phone buzz, or an Afro’d boy leaning on a mop at Taco Bell— creatures strange as dragons or eels. Balanced on a kitchen stool, each gives counsel arcane as any oracle’s. Dante claims school is harshing my mellow. Rodney longs to date a tattooed girl, because he wants a woman willing to do stuff she’ll regret. They’ve come to lead my son into his broadening spiral. Someday soon, the tether will snap. I birthed my own mom into oblivion. The night my son smashed the car fender, then rode home in the rain-streaked cop cruiser, he asked, Did you and Dad screw up so much? He’d let me tuck him in, my grandmother’s wedding quilt from 1912 drawn to his goateed chin. Don’t blame us, I said. You’re your own idiot now. At which he grinned. The cop said the girl in the crimped Chevy took it hard. He’d found my son awkwardly holding her in the canted headlights, where he’d draped his own coat over her shaking shoulders. My fault, he’d confessed right off. Nice kid, said the cop.

With Marlboro Man’s strong hands massaging my tired shoulders, I walked in front of him down the narrow porch toward the driveway, where my dusty car awaited me. But before I could take the step down he stopped me, grabbing a belt loop on the back of my Anne Kleins, and pulling me back toward him with rapid--almost shocking--force. “Woooo!” I exclaimed, startled at the jolt. My cry was so shrill, the coyotes answered back. I felt awkward. Marlboro Man moved in for the kill, pulling my back tightly against his chest and wrapping his arms slowly around my waist. As I rested my arms on top of his hands and leaned my head back toward his shoulder, he buried his face in my neck. Suddenly, September seemed entirely too far away. I had to have this man to myself 24/7, as soon as humanly possible. “I can’t wait to marry you,” he whispered, each word sending a thousand shivers to my toes. I knew exactly what he meant. He wasn’t talking about the wedding cake. I was speechless, as usual. He had that effect on me. Because whatever he said, when it came to his feelings about me or his reflections on our relationship, made whatever I’d respond with sound ridiculously…lame…bumbling…awkward. If ever I said anything to him in return, it was something along the lines of “Yeah…me, too” or “I feel the same way” or the equally dumb “Aww, that’s nice.” So I’d learned to just soak up the moment and not try to match him…but to show him I felt the same way. This time was no different; I reached my arm backward, caressing the nape of his neck as he nuzzled his face into mine, then turned around suddenly and threw my arms around him with every ounce of passion in my body. Minutes later, we were back at the sliding glass door that led inside the house--me, leaning against the glass, Marlboro Man anchoring me there with his strong, convincing lips. I was a goner. My right leg hooked slowly around his calf. And then, the sound--the loud ringing of the rotary phone inside. Marlboro Man ignored it through three rings, but it was late, and curiosity took over. “I’d better get that,” he said, each word dripping with heat. He ran inside to answer the phone, leaving me alone in a sultry, smoky cloud. Saved by the bell, I thought. Damn. I was dizzy, unable to steady myself. Was it the wine? Wait…I hadn’t had any wine that night. I was drunk on his muscles. Wasted on his masculinity.

One Nation Under God rebellious gritty outlaw country [Verse] In the heart of these small-town roads, where the story's old but true, We used to bow our heads in prayer, we’d pledge allegiance too. Now the lights are flickering, the signs all point to fall, Where’d that spirit go that used to stand so tall? [Verse 2] Factory stands are empty, schools don’t teach no more, Folks drive by the church, like it's something to ignore. We used to hold our ground, with hands together tight, But the unity we had has vanished in the night. [Chorus] This country’s going to hell, can’t you hear the warning bell? What once was one nation under God has disappeared. We the people will soon be no more if we don’t take a stand, It’s time to raise that flag and put God back in this land. [Verse 3] We got preachers out on Main Street, shouting at the skies, But nobody’s listening, too busy with the lies. The family dinners cold now, faith broke at the seams, It’s high time to awake and chase those old dreams. [Verse 4] The fields are overgrown, tractors left to rust, Where’s the honor and the pride, the values that we trust? Cemeteries filled with souls who knew the way it was, We need to reawaken and fix this just because. [Chorus] This country’s going to hell, can’t you hear the warning bell? What once was one nation under God has disappeared. We the people will soon be no more if we don’t take a stand, It’s time to raise that flag and put God back in this land.

One Nation Under God rebellious gritty outlaw country Profile avatar ProgressiveEncoder337 July 27, 2024 at 10:39 AM [Verse] In the heart of these small-town roads, where the story's old but true, We used to bow our heads in prayer, we’d pledge allegiance too. Now the lights are flickering, the signs all point to fall, Where’d that spirit go that used to stand so tall? [Verse 2] Factory stands are empty, schools don’t teach no more, Folks drive by the church, like it's something to ignore. We used to hold our ground, with hands together tight, But the unity we had has vanished in the night. [Chorus] This country’s going to hell, can’t you hear the warning bell? What once was one nation under God has disappeared. We the people will soon be no more if we don’t take a stand, It’s time to raise that flag and put God back in this land. [Verse 3] We got preachers out on Main Street, shouting at the skies, But nobody’s listening, too busy with the lies. The family dinners cold now, faith broke at the seams, It’s high time to awake and chase those old dreams. [Verse 4] The fields are overgrown, tractors left to rust, Where’s the honor and the pride, the values that we trust? Cemeteries filled with souls who knew the way it was, We need to reawaken and fix this just because. [Chorus] This country’s going to hell, can’t you hear the warning bell? What once was one nation under God has disappeared. We the people will soon be no more if we don’t take a stand, It’s time to raise that flag and put God back in this land.