Sentences with phrase «everyone in my husband»

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She's a Jehovah's Witness, she should be in the kitchen, barefoot, where she belongs, while her husband goes door to door attempting to force their religion on everyone else.

To me, my great - grandmother, called Granny by everyone I ever heard speak about her, is an icon forged and frozen in the years after her husband Archie left her alone to raise their three children in his country.

Baker, her husband, and nine children pose on the grass in front of a medieval castle, everyone smiling in the sunshine.

a knee - level view from your bit of pavement; a battered, upturned cooking pot and countable ribs, coughing from your steel - banded lungs, alone, with your face to the wall; shrunken breasts and a three year old who can not stand; the ringed fingers, the eyes averted and a five - paise piece in your palm; smoking the babus» cigarette butts to quieten the fiend in your belly; a husband without a job, without a square meal a day, without energy, without hope; being at the mercy of everyone further up the ladder because you are a threat to their self - respect; a hut of tins and rags and plastic bags, in a warren of huts you can not stand up in, where your neighbors live at one arm's length across the lane; a man who cries out in silence; nobody listening, for everyone's talking; the prayer withheld, the heart withheld, the hand withheld; yours and mine Lord teach us to hate our poverty of spirit.

My life is not summed up in those things: my life is also still cleaning toilets and making supper, showing up at church and going for walks, texting how - are - you - really to friends and sitting in my husband's lap at the table, praying with now preposterously tall children at bedtime and making sure everyone brushed their teeth, for heaven's sake.

In a statement, Cardinal Vincent Nichols, said: «My heart goes out to her husband and daughters, to their wider family, to everyone at Corpus Christi Catholic College and to the parishes connected to the College.

On Sunday, a woman I know, a woman I like, mama of three, stood on stage in her jeans, with a guitar in her hands, surrounded by neighbour - musicians, her husband, too, and she sang loud and lusty psalm praise, her throat exposed, her feet thumping, hair moving, voice carrying anthems, and I stood in front of her, unable to move while everyone sang like Pentecostals.

Early in my marriage, I assumed everyone thought this about me and pitied my husband for ending up with a woman who was so tarnished.

«He never ceased to believe», writes Willa Muir of her husband Edwin, «that his experience resembled the experience of everyone else involved in the process of living on earth.»

One of my favorite stories was her best friend (and friend of her husbands) in the army overseas in the Gulf war... Every time the left the armored personal carrier they would routinely have one person of each religion to a quick (and private) prayer for everyone... and even asked the pagan / wiccian of the unit to «work your magic»

My husband would love this since he is a buffalo chicken fanatic, being from upstate ny means it runs in his veins and of course everyone loves grilled cheese.

My husband is one of those people who doesn't love eggnog, and he's eaten the most of this cake out of everyone in our family!

But when I finally walked in, my husband leaned over and whispered «Everyone loves your desserts.

With 3 teenage step kids, a husband in construction, and a toddler, trying to lose weight and make meals everyone can eat is hard.

When I was hosting a friend's birthday party in our house a while back, I made these so that I'd have something to eat while everyone else feasted on the conventional (white flour and white sugar) cake that my friend's husband had bought.

Made them tonight and they were delicious everyone in my family loved from my 16 month old to the 5 year old and my husband who would rather not have substituted versions of food.

While I typically like to hole up in my rut, my husband's co-worker had a 4th of July barbecue, so we loaded everyone up and trekked over there.

My husband can have dairy products and he loves goat cheese, so I came up with 2 kinds of poppers that everyone in our family can enjoy.

Heidi, I know how fun it is to see something you've worked SO hard on out in public for everyone to see... my poor husband still has to listen to my «go me!»

Everyone in my family enjoys cereal differently — my 7 year old likes to munch on it dry, my 10 year old loves it in a bowl with milk, my 12 year old wants to make some cereal bar treats, my husband likes to mix it with yogurt, and I use GF cereals as substitutes in favorite non-GF recipes, like my crispy honey baked chicken!

They were all gone in a matter of hours because everyone in my family loves them — including my kids and my husband.

«We recognize the numbers that 1 in every 16,000 kids go on and play Major League Baseball, but pretty much everyone of them goes on to be husbands, fathers, employees and business people.

Unsure of just what to call the person they've been living with for five, or seven or 20 years, they try to fudge the issue or, for ease and comfort on everyone's part, refer to their live - in partner as «my wife» or «my husband.»

Scenario 2: A woman destroys her husband's state of mind through her infidelity and subsequent gas lighting, coldness and blaming leaving him suffering from PTSD - like symptoms for the rest of his life and everyone in the counselling community is like: «well he needs to reflect on what his responsibility is in nurturing the circumstances for the affair to have taken place».

(15,18, and 20 months) Now besides my husband and kids, i think everyone in my family just assumes he's stopped nursing.

My husband currently works from home — he has no contact with the people in the local office of his employer, everyone he works with is elsewhere, so he communicates by phone / email anyway.

I didn't understand why my husband can't just put in a 40 hour week like everyone else and spend the rest of the time at home.

Somehow, when I was still in the blissful stages of wondering if my kid would look more like me or my husband, everyone else had their own concerns (and no one felt compelled to just keep those to themselves).

My husband and I love Jesus, we're expecting our first son in August, and everyone thinks I'm crazy for wanting to do things as naturally as possible.

I am sick of the judgment, although my husband said to ignore it because his father will be in diapers again soon enough:) Good luck everyone!

OK, fine, but what if your job has a private space with a locking door that's not the bathroom where you can pump for as long as you need as often as you need so that you can use your industrial strength breast pump which by some miracle you can afford so you can now fill up bag after bag of fresh healthy milk every three hours at work for six months straight and your supportive husband can drive to work and pick it up for you so you don't even have to store it in the gross community refrigerator so as to avoid the all - too - inevitable jokes about whether you're going to «whip up a milkshake for everyone» or remarks such as, «Guess we'll be just fine when the coffee creamer runs out?»

My husband and I are coming to terms that co-sleeping may not be in the best interest for us, including baby, in hopes that everyone will get a better nights sleep.

But it was a practical plan, that I knew would work in time, and would appeal to everyone; my husband who needed to know we'd be financially secure and stable, my daughter whose enjoying her local Kindergarten, but also loves the freedom of the school holidays, and me.

After everyone is in bed, I relax with my husband, drink a cup of herbal tea, fold more laundry, maybe watch something on TV with him.

ANd what if I have to go to the bathroom and i'm not perfectly modestly dressed at 2 AM when I have to bump into your husband as I pass through the small passageway... hti someone else's bassinet and wake - up their baby in the process??? It's a community environment which requires thinking about everyone's needs.

My seven month old son sleeps in bed with my husband and I. Everyone around me keeps telling me how he should be sleeping in his crib.

Luckily my husband and I worked with an agency in our area who took the time to educate us on the benefits of an open adoption verses a closed adoption and in our training sessions with them we realized being open was a very good thing for everyone in the long run.

In December the five of us traveled to the Vail Mountain Lodge and Spa for a weekend of skiing for the big kids and my husband, and mountain adjustment for baby and I. Even though we live at 5280, a mile above sea level, it's still an adjustment for everyone, especially when the air is icy and crisp.

While everyone is cosseting you with the best possible comfort and care, a man, i.e. your spouse can be confused with husband role in pregnancy.

Luckily my husband had just gotten home from work, so we loaded everyone in the car and immediately rushed to the ER.

When the roadman asks everyone to pray for the husband and wife who are the meeting's focus, Halpern chimes in loudly.

In 2004 - 2006 when I was insulted everyday to be a French doctor, and I coached low income people from an evangelical church, for free, and used my French guidelines, everyone lost weight, the women were sending the husbands, not only to lose weight....

I would encourage everyone to do the same my health has improved by leaps and bounds so has my husbands who was in renal failure and withering away.

With having three children, everyone has gotten sick in my house including my husband but I have stayed healthy.

I know this style of rice may not appeal to everyone, but my husband and I find it delicious and have been eating it for a couple of months.I have a very sensitive gut and it gives me no problems, in fact seems soothing.

In 2009 my husband and I were travelling through Asia for 3 + months and we celebrated our Christmas in Hong Kong and it was amazing seeing everyone having dinner and sttolling through the streets in the eveninIn 2009 my husband and I were travelling through Asia for 3 + months and we celebrated our Christmas in Hong Kong and it was amazing seeing everyone having dinner and sttolling through the streets in the eveninin Hong Kong and it was amazing seeing everyone having dinner and sttolling through the streets in the eveninin the evening!

She sang «Do you wan na build a snowman...» at the top of her lungs for everyone in the theatre and my husband and I nearly peed from laughing so hard.

Sophie is from London and her husband Matt is from Australia so they saw their wedding as an opportunity to get all of their nearest and dearest together in one place so they asked everyone to meet them in the middle in Oman - the country Sophie grew up in.

On any given Saturday or Sunday at our house, it's a pretty good bet that you'll find Chandler (my husband — I don't think I mention his actual name a lot around here) in the kitchen, beer in hand, a little mix of Ice Cube and T - Swift, and maybe some Creedence blasting (there's a little something for everyone),...

I met my first husband (Hunter and Spencer's dad) at a bar on Halloween in one of those moments and we loved to throw spontaneous parties in our early married years that everyone would be talking about for weeks.