My son is getting married in a few weeks. I also recently found out I am descended from royalty. I have decided to utilize my right to the first night with his new bride, as I have always thought she was darling. Is there a certain process involved, or is it something I am able to demand given my royal heritage?
I was watching say yes to the dress today and saw a beautiful gown that I believe a brides mother pulled. Claudia was complaining about girls who are first time shoppers and then she wasn’t even able to pull the right dress for the girl. I would really like to know what dress this is. It was a sweetheart top with a flowing bottom I believe it was A-Line. Thank you for your help in advance
“Dyliana!! Hurry up we’re gonna be late,” I yelled,while banging on the door.
I waited five mor minutes,but she was still in the bathroom doing her hair,i mean like what more can she do to pin straight hair that would’nt come out i mean really.
“Ugh!” I groaned,and then stormed down stairs where i found Ms.Morales cooking my sister and I breakfest.
The smell of eggs,toast,and sausage filled the air.then I noticed something else.It was sweet and I longed for it.Then my sister came down stairs complaining about how it’s too early to be getting and that it should be illegal.Then she said something else,but I could’nt understand what she said because she stared mumbling.
“Good morning girls,”Ms. Morales said,handing us our plates,as we took our seats at the counter.
“Your parents had to leave earlier than usual.They had some important clientel to meet.”
We both rolled our eyes and started eating.
“Why have parents if they’re never around,” my sister said,pretending like they were right there in front of her.
It was almost time to leave and our friend,Sam,called to say she would’nt be able to pick us up for school.That ment we had to drive ourself.We made our way to the front door, grabbing our Gucci sunglasses, and handbag, then headed for the four car garage and got in our cars and took off. My sister drives a black and hot pink 2011 Dodge Charger ST with hemi and I drive a black and red 2011 Chevy Cammaro. For the record, our mom and dad gotus everything that we have now (from the clothes to the cars). Our mom is a wedding planner, (the most demanded. She’s done Jennifer Lopez’s wedding, Will Smith, and Kloh’e Kardashian, just to name a few), and our dad owns the restaurant “Bienvenidos”, and hes got them all over the country.
Our famil is from the island of Cuba, but we live in MIami, Florida. My sister, Dyliana, and I go to Lake View High School, it’s not the best but we make it work. Dyliana goes out with the captain of the wresling team and I go out with the captain of the foot ball team. Jadiel, the captain of the wrestling team, is Columbian, with black wavy hair pulled back into a pony-tail and a shape up to make it look official. He has greenish blue eyes and a baby face with a body to die for.Carlos, the captain of the football team, is Puerto Rican with black tight curls and a shap up. He has blue eyes and a little beard (it’s cute on him though). And his body, OMG!! Can you say God?
So we pulled in the school parkinglot, and rite into our usual parking spot. I looked around as i got out my car and Dyliana told me to open my trunk so she could get her bag out.
“You’re always leaving your **** in my car,” I said in an annoyed tone, and rolling my eyes.
She said nothing. All she did was roll her eyes and sigh. We walked up the front of the building and saw Carlos and Jadiel sitting on top of the picnic table talking to their friends. Dyliana walked up to Jadiel and smacked him.
“What the hell,” he yelled, rubbing his arm.
“That’s for not calling me back last night asshole,” Dyliana snapped, while putting her bag on the table.
“I’m sorry. I had practice and then me and the guys went to get a bite to eat and when I got home, I figured you were sleeping,” jadiel explained to Dyliana, but she wasnt buying it.
“Baby I’m sorry,” he added.
“Shut up punk,” I said taking off my sunglasses.
Jadiel just looked at me as if to say,”***** please.”Then he said what’s up and tried to get sister not mad at him anymore.
“So what’s your excuse for last night,cause your *** didn’t have practice,” I said,with a pissed off look,smacking carlos in the back of the head.
He just looked at me all wide eyed.He didn’t answer me and I left.
“Come with me to my locker so I can get my stuff for first period,” I told my sister and she grabbed her stuff stuff and left with me.
“I swear guys are dumb as **** when it comes to girls,” my sister said, opening her locker.
“That’s the truth..But I wanted to talk to you about last night.I had a strange dream,but it felt real,” I said,slipping a book into my bag.
I could tell she knew what I was talking about because she just looked at me.Then I got a splitting headach.
“Are you alright?,” my sister asked me.
I just stuck my head in my locker and closed my eyes hoping that it would just go away, but it didnt.Then I heard a voice wisper to me,a song that seemed very familiar to me,but I couldn’t remember it,completely.So we made our way to first period.
“Okay well..I’ll catch you later.I need to sleep off this headache.Its killing me,” I told my sister,and headed straight for my class.Then Carlos stopped me right outside the class room.
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so Im going to a wedding tommarow & i wanted to wear some makeup to cover up my acne, problem is i’ve never weared foundation/powder/conceler/primer.
I really dont want a caked up face please, so can anyone just give me the details on foundation/power and all that stuff? I mean how do you get your perfect shade and do you use all of them and pile them up or?
By far, the only thing I know about foundation/powder; is that it covers up blemishes and theres different colors depending on your skin tone. I want the perfect match for it can look natural.
How can i figure out what my tone is? Any ideas on how to apply it? I’m 16 by the way?
Okay, so i am only 14 and this is probably pathetic to some, sad to most. But i’m going to tell it anyway. I have liked someone for the past 2 years, he liked me too the first year and we went out over the summer. We started all kind of lovey dovey conversations. When he first broke up with me, I acted like it didn’t phase me, cause I figured at the time we went into 7th grade, wed eventually get back together and still be as good as friends as we were before. I was shocked when basically the first day of school I got a hug, but we barely ever talked for the rest of the year. Then around may, he started “sexting” me. And this went on for about 2 months. He had actually had a weird gf at the time, but had no idea how deeply bad I want him back. Now this year, I don’t know what to do anymore. Hes a real jerk and in my mind its just telling me to let him go, but my heart doesnt want to. I dont know if it was love or not? It hurts terribly and he really did break my heart. I just wanna know how to get over him?
My husband and I have our first year wedding anniversary coming up in a five days. We don’t have much money right now this is what we have planned:
Eat our wedding cake we froze last year
Watch our wedding video
Go redeem a gift certificate at the italian restaurant that catered our wedding reception
Visit a local winery
Open a bottle of wine we bought on our honeymoon last year and toast each other
I don’t have any money to buy him a expensive gift. The first year anniversary gift is paper. Would a nice card with a a handwritten poem in the card meet the traditional paper gift?
Thanks for your help.
Can you all make a outline for me to know what to do to get married? I need to know if I’m suppose to get a marriage liscence the same day I get married… first time getting married and I need a outline of all the steps from marriage to honeymoon . No insults please I just need to know so I don’t skip any steps that I would need I want to be prepared
In genesis we can read about how one of Adams ribs was removed and God created woman that He gave her to Adam and they became man and wife. While this part is explained, there was no reference to an actual marriage ceremony where someone officiated, vows were exchanged or a marriage certificate issued.
We can read about Christ turning water into wine when the wine ran out at one wedding celebration but it still does not speak about an actual marriage ceremony.
I can not find a reference to an actual marriage ceremony in the bible, just the celebration of the marriage.
Somewhere, sometime, someone decided that a minister of the church was required to and the bride and groom were then required to recite vows and the minister would then be able to proclaim them as man and wife. Thus the first ceremony, when did this happen?
Gen 2:24 Therefore shall a man leave his father and his mother, and shall cleave to his wife and they shall be one flesh.
Gen 2:25 And they were both naked, the man and his wife; and they were not ashamed.
I’ve decided to write a story about a serial arsonist. After months of researching the ins-and-outs of everything relating to arson, I’ve finally started writing a rough draft of the story. It’s a third-person narrative with a personal feel to it. It’s not exactly a refined prose on purpose so it can go along with the point of view of the main character, Mainville. It’s gritty and vulgar on purpose because he’s that kind of character. He hates his life and his job and is fed up with it all.
I’ve started a very rough outline of everything and a manuscript. Now that I’ve gotten some of the beginning done, I’m not satisfied with it in the slightest. I don’t know if it’s just typical scrutiny of my own work (something all writers have) or if it’s legitimately not any good. I don’t like showing my work online, but it’s necessary this time.
Thanks for your help.
Chapter 1
Mainville stumbled in through the oak front door. The key was easy to find this time. He had a new system in which all of his house keys were on a different ring from the keys related to work. He took the wrinkled up tie from his jacket pocket and threw it on the back of the couch. The air was heavy with booze wherever he walked; so pungent and strong, in fact, he couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by the scent that crept around him in the confined space of his home. Terra knew what he was out doing. Satisfying his hedonistic needs because every other moment of his life was ****. He figured it’d be best to just pass out on the couch rather than deal with her tonight.
Little did she know, this time was different. This night he did throw down can after can of beer, but his adventures with the opposite sex came up unsuccessful. Usually, down at Byrne’s (the local bar), there were plenty of women ****** over on something or another. Almost always enough to never notice the wedding band that Mainville sometimes forgot to take off. Even so, he wasn’t in the right mood to “seduce” women into bed (or floor) with him.
What was it that went on today? Oh yeah: Some stupid bastard felt it would be a quick cash-in to torch his own house. Sick freak cooked his own dog to stage a more convincing accident. Thank God he lived alone otherwise, who knows whom he would have barbequed for this cause. The guy was an idiot. Used paint thinner from the second floor down to the first as accelerant. Left a mark so obvious, it was visible through the fire. One of the big things Mainville liked to look for was stray metal parts; zippers, belt buckles, etc. Whatever they were attached to burned up, leaving only the metal behind. There wasn’t nearly enough left for it not to be staged. Still, Mainville had to play the good cop.
13 years in arson. 13 years of resisting the almost overwhelming urge to break the face of the person who wasted his time just to make a buck from insurance. 13 years of being stuck in the worst detective position imaginable. Did anybody ever want to be in arson? No. It’s all the same. Same motives, same plans, same accelerants (for the most part). Eventually everything just blurs together. The people become the same, their homes, their families, their insulting crocodile tears. It’s not even like justice is served in the long run. They’re back on the streets in just a few years, trying to make money all over again. However, the mandatory restitution and the $50,000 fine tend to hinder any progress they may make… Or it just encourages them to make money fast at whatever cost. “Have someone breathing down their necks at all times,” Mainville would always say.
After some substrate control to confirm that paint thinner was indeed used to light the house, the suspect was questioned by Mainville. Eventually he cracked. Said he owed some money to a loan shark. Not long after, he changed his story to, “his cronies must have burned the place because of the money I owed!” Now Mainville has a few more days of investigating and possibly a second court case to be in.
Mainville sat down on the couch and took the gun out of its holster and ejected the magazine. Pulled back on the slide and the bullet flew out onto the floor. He already had the safety off. Just like a good little cop. He set it down on the coffee table in front of the couch and stared blankly at it. He was too drunk to fantasize any good detail, so he picked it up and pressed the barrel against his temple. He squeezed the trigger quickly and it sent the slide flying backwards and made his head shake a bit. Too much of a coward to do it? Which does make you a coward? To pull it with a bullet, or without? He’ll see where his bravery takes him in good time. Fantasies every night can only go so far and do so much.
He rubbed his bloodshot eyes and reclined on the sofa. The lights were out almost immediately and the gun slid out of his hand and onto the tan carpeting below.
We will soon be completing 1 year of married life and I still do not have any idea what gift to buy for my husband . Suggestions for an Anniversary gift please !
P.S. he is not very fond of traveling so vacations are ruled out.
