Shannon Stacey Quotes

Want loud and messy and crazy. I want crayons on the wall and bicycles in the driveway and playing ball in the backyard. I want to teach my kids to read and climb trees and drive a standard. I want noise and laughter and yelling and the kind of love that can't ever be broken.

Who's Beth?" Keri asked.
"The bartender at your wedding."
"Oh, that's right. How could I forget when
my husband almost got thrown out of our own
reception for trying to hire her like a hooker or
something."
"What's a hooker?" Bobby asked.
Keri's island tan flushed pink. "Oops."
"You put it on the end of a fishing pole,
dummy," Brian explained.
Bobby frowned. "Uncle Joe tried to hire a
worm?

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I'm just afraid if I get used to leaning on you and you decide to walk away, I'll ... fall over.

I do need you, because I love you and you make me happy. I can live my life just fine on my own, but it will be so much better if I live it with you.

When family really needed you, nothing else mattered.

And a six-week cap on the relationship was perfect. He could enjoy the getting-to-know-you sex and the know-you-well-enough-to-push-the-right-buttons sex, but be gone before the I'm-falling-in-love-with-you-Mitch sex.

I'm having a cheeseburger," Anna said. "With fries smothered in vinegar and salt."
"I told you I wouldn't kiss you again. You don't have to poison your mouth."
"Very funny. What are you having?"
"Something with onions and garlic.

Sometimes you can't stand the sound of her voice and other times you wonder how you'd even breathe if she wasn't there. That's marriage, and she'll feel the same way.

What if I hate it?" "As long as you've given it a fair shot, then we'll talk about it and figure it out." "If it really, really sucked, I could move back and live with Dad." "Yeah, you could. Though I'd like to think living with me wouldn't really, really, suck." "I've never moved out of Whitford, either. What if I hate Brookline?" "You sure as hell can't go live with Dean.

Kevin slapped a box of hot dogs down on the rock. "What the hell was that?"
"A kiss. It's something guys like me do with girls we like. But don't worry, someday you'll find one drunk enough to let you try it.

It wasn't easy being single and pushing forty in a big family group, and he guessed that's what was eating at her. He knew how it felt. He slept alone and he ate alone. He watched television alone and, when he was reading a book and came across an exceptionally good passage, he had nobody to share it with.

even when she wasn't

Ryan: Lady, I ain't a boomerang. You throw me away again, I'm not coming back.
Lauren:You call me lady in that tone again, it's your balls that won't be coming back.

Why do you have to be such a nice guy?"
He flashed his dimples at her. "You've met my mother. Too scared not to be.

The waitress tapped her pen on the tab. "So do you guys know what you want?"
And then he did it, just as he always had whenever he'd been asked that question―he looked straight at Keri with blatant hunger in his eyes and said, "Yes, ma'am, I do.

Instead of someday meeting the woman he was meant to spend the rest of his life with, maybe he'd simply met her again.

Oh yes, Sean Kowalski. Your amazing kisses have made all rational thought fly out of my besotted brain. If only you could fill me with your magic penis, I know we'll fall madly in love and live happily ever after.

If somebody wants you to pin a label on my place in your life, just tell them I'm yours. It's that simple.

Hailey shook her head. "Nobody cares about the meatloaf, Paige. Mitch is in town for six weeks and you could do with a little less tension. Don't want you killing anybody.
"So what you're saying is that I have to have sex with Mitch to save lives?"
"Absolutely.

When the reception was over I went for a walk and ... she's pregnant."
They were both quiet a moment, exchanging one of those old-married-people looks he still couldn't decipher, but which made him squirm. He and Beth were both adults, but that didn't make telling his parents he'd accidentally gotten a woman pregnant any easier.
"Lot easier to walk with your fly zipped," Leo grumbled.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and gazed into the face of the man she was going to spend the rest of her life with. "Just promise to love me forever."
"This is one story that's going to have a happy ending," he told her, and he lowered his mouth to hers.

She said you were probably plastic and Uncle Kevin said he'd give you a feel and let her know and then Uncle Joe punched him in the shoulder and said the only thing he'd feel is his A-S-S getting kicked if he tried.

You want me to do what?"
Joe stretched out on the battered leather couch in his office and tried not to laugh at the tone of horrified shock in his agent's voice. "Dinner date. Reporter from Spotlight Magazine. You heard right."
"Did that Deschanel bitch kidnap one of the kids? Threaten your mother? I know people, Joe. I can take care of this for you.

Elizabeth Sarah Kowalski!"
"Whoa," Evan said in a low voice. "How bad does a word have to be to get you middle-named during dirty Scrabble?

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He was swaying back and forth with their daughter gazing adoringly into his face from the cradle of his arms. "I'm going to do my best to make sure your life is awesome, but it won't always be. Those are the times you need to dance in the kitchen the most. It's good for your soul."
Beth sighed and leaned her head against the corner of the wall, as enchanted as Lily by the soft, tender timbre of his voice.
"You don't even need music," he told Lily. "You can dance to the music in your head. Hopefully not to that country-and-western shit your mother listens to, though. Oh ... damn. Don't say shit, Lily-bean. Or if you do and Mommy hears you, don't tell her you heard it from me, okay? Tell her Uncle Mike said it.

Here's a list of the things you'll need. I jotted it down in the parking lot.
Keri unfolded the paper and read the list twice, trying to get a sense of what she was in for.
BRING: Bug spray; jeans;T-shirts; several sweatshirts,at least one with a hood; one flannel shirt(mandatory); pajamas(optional); underwear(also optional); bathing suit(preferably skimpy); more bug spray; sneakers; waterproof boots; good socks; sunscreen; two rolls of quarters.
DO NOT BRING: Cell phone; blackberry; laptop; camera,either still or video; alarm clock; voice recorder, or any other kind of electronic anything.
She had no clue what it meant, other than Joe wanting her half naked and unable to text for help.

If you don't want to keep him, then pretend he's a book. Enjoy him for two weeks, then return him

He could do this. He'd survived boot camp. He'd survived combat and the harsh weather of Afghanistan. He could survive broccoli. Probably.

If you are looking for sympathy, it's betweem shit and syphillis in the dictionary.

It's a good thing you don't bring Lily in to the bar. If they see what a beautiful baby you made, we'll have to double our napkin orders."
He propped his elbows on the bar so his face was very close to hers.
"I can't make magic like Lily with any woman but you.

You're not very good at this," Emma said, laughing at the frustration on Sean's face.
He pulled his hand out from under the back of her T-shirt. "You're distracting me."
"How am I distracting you?" She shook the bag at Sean, reminding him to pull two letter tiles to replace the C and the T he'd used to make CAT.
"You look totally hot. And you did it on purpose so I wouldn't be able to concentrate and you'd win."
Emma laughed. Sure, she'd thrown on baggy flannel boxers and an old Red Sox T-shirt after her shower just to seduce him out of triple-word scores. "You not having a shirt on is distracting. And you keep pretending you want to rub my back so you can peek at my tile rack."
"Nothing wrong with checking out your rack." He craned his neck to see better and she shoved him away. It wasn't easy playing Scrabble sitting side by side on the couch, but after a long workday, neither was willing to take the floor.

Nobody has the power to hurt you more than the person who loves you the most.

You've always been independent. And stubborn about it. You were only four years old when you told me you didn't need me to tuck you in anymore and you could do it yourself. I could never make you understand it wasn't whether or not you could do it. It was about sharing those last few minutes of your day with you. You have a way of not letting people in.
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Bobby ran up on the deck and skidded to a stop in front of them. "It's time for the Kowalski Fourth of July Football Game of Doom!"
Cat laughed and pushed herself out of her seat. "We'll talk about this some other time, Emma. Go have fun."
"I'm not sure I want to play football. Especially if there's doom involved," she said, but Bobby grabbed her hand and dragged her off the deck.
They were divvied up into teams roughly by size, each with an assortment of men, women and children. Emma was on Sean's team, which was good. She'd just hide behind him, because the only thing she knew about football was that it involved a lot of hitting.
It only took a few plays to see that the Kowalskis played by their own rules and the few they had were fluid. Mostly they served to ensure the smaller kids didn't get plowed over, victims of the adults' competitive streak.
Five minutes into the game, Emma somehow ended up with the ball. She squealed and looked around for somebody - anybody - to hand it off to, but there was nobody. Well, there was Danny, but he was doubled over in laughter.
"Run, Emma," Lisa yelled.
She ran in the direction her friend was frantically waving her hand, but she only went a few feet before two very strong arms wrapped around her waist and then she was falling. Luckily, she landed on a body instead of the ground.
"I love football," Mitch said, grinning up at her.
Emma grimaced and managed to get one of her knees on solid grou

Beth was laughing at his story when Bobby ran up to her. She lifted her plate out of harm's way and smiled at Kevin over his nephew's head as the boy put a hand on either side of her waist. "Hey, cuz!" Bobby yelled at her stomach. "What does a snowman eat for breakfast? Snowflakes!

Josh: Just because you're not looking for something doesn't mean you won't find it.
Sean: Well, aren't you quite the fucking fortune cookie.

If you're looking for sympathy, it's between shit and syphilis in the dictionary." "Sure

I was working up the courage to knock." "I don't look that bad in the morning." "It's pretty early. I wasn't sure you'd be up.