Sentences with phrase «husband handing me a piece»

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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 husband and I ended up standing over the waffle maker, picking the crispy pieces out and eating them with our hands.

That's why, a few hours after their son's record was broken, Debbie and her husband, Jim, signed a piece of paper and handed it to Sanchez.

The customs agents, spoke Creole to us, and made my husband open the lenses of his Canon EOS 60D Camera, then took all the pieces in the hand to look inside, while the sensor was at the dust.

As I read this article it reminded me of how we artists can be quite an emotional lot.Sometimes we have trouble being practical.I certainly have mixed emotions about this subject.On the one hand it is always great to sell a piece of art but on the other five dollars doesn't seem worth the hassle.But the point I think many may have missed is that a five dollar work of art would definately be something you only spend a small amount of time on, like a half hour or less.That's $ 10 an hour to do what you love and isn't that what we're all looking for?My husband who's a bussiness man is always making me look at it that way, in terms of an hourly wage.I know that's not very artistic thinking but it sure does make sence in this materialistic world that we live in.

DD popped in briefly on his way home from the airport with some chocolate for the eldest, shook hands with my husband and in - laws and had a couple of pieces of pizza and a glass of red with the gang.

They now get fragrance items (i've been buyin on ebay lately because things are so expensive and I am not getting bonuses very often at work), maybe a piece of jewelry if I can afford it, a framed picture, something for their bulletin board / room, sometimes neat pens / pencils / paper pads and art supplies, DVDs, games, little scrapbook things that I make for them, and we try to give them one of the little treasure items that belonged to either my husband's parents or my grandparents (handing them down something that has sentimental value - sometimes it's an odd thing like a slide rule for my son, a crocheted doily for my daughter, etc...).

I think It is important to point out that 90 % of the furniture in our home has been purchased second hand at either a garage sale or thrift store and then refinished by my husband and I. Most of our furniture pieces are painted in Behr's «Poetic Light».