Sentences with phrase «best little friend»

Never mind who — or what — her «best little friend» is supposed to be -LRB-!)

She is my all - around best little friend.»

He was the best little friend anyone could have.

Kaila (pronounced Kyla) is the BEST little friend to have home with you during the day.She will chat it up with you, but then disappear to host her own pretend video tutorials on how to brush Rainbow Dash's hair, or make a Play Doh pizza.

I am not really a stevia fan, but you have done well my little friend, coming up with this deicious bread.

We've been having fun celebrating her this week - a small party with her bestest little friends here on the weekend, and an outing with the other four year old cousins yesterday (oh how lucky she is to have FOUR cousins her exact age!).

Not exact matches

This question is like trying to pick between having a dog that can do coffee runs and being best friends with Rihanna: a fun game that has little bearing on reality.

It's obviously geared towards having the chance of a romantic connection, but if it's not, then there's a great chance that it'll at least be a friend or someone that might be a good business connection or something, and so I think being geared towards just social discovery generally both makes it a more effective product and also there's still I feel like a little bit of a stigma associated with online dating, and this makes it just a much more accessible product.

With a little help from my friends, I started to like both parts of my life a whole lot better.

The good news that little has changed about making friends since you attended middle school.

Little did I know that some of my best memories from freshman year would come from the times spent in my own and my friends» rooms.

[JC] I love collaborating.It's just really nice to bounce ideas off someone else; maybe that someone has a better idea than you do.Stuff generally works out a little better if there's someone to work with and I think we're all pretty easy going.Everybody in Starflyer, and with most of our friends, there's no huge «ego - guy» saying, «I have to have this part and it has to be this way!»

The best solution is to have a wide range of friends to help us see from different perspectives, but we often hang out with those like us, creating our own little bubbles.

Just a little note that the argument between my very good friend Jeff and I under the post Is Jesus Really Laughing?

Afterward I told Jon, my good friend and the new and improved pastor, that Jesus had said, «Be faithful in little, and you will be made faithful in much.»

About 10 minutes in, they're worshiping, and my friend, the pastor, says «Well, I think maybe I was a little hasty.»

As former military and private soldier that worked in the Middle East (as well as having been raised in both religions), I've seen and experienced nastiness from adherents of both religions, but 1st prize goes to my sexually repressed, angry little friends from the «Religion of Peace», Islam.

So in this first year of being this little boy's parents, we've been taking it a day at a time, praying for wisdom, and getting help from those ahead of us on the path — good friends and good guides.

One of our oldest and best friends lost his beautiful wife to cancer this year, it's his first Christmas alone with their two little girls.

It was probably sleep, friends then a little family thrown in for good measure.

Joy: I want to tap into that ever - present source of infinite joy by stopping long enough to find it in the little things — the bird's next in my carport, the Book of Common Prayer, long talks with good friends, the sound of Dan breathing (but not snoring!)

Do you remember our little brick bungalow and the way we used to sit out on the porch with our best friends in the world and at the end of the night they would walk home to their houses next door and across the street and down the corner?

When well - meaning friends told me that these disasters were just God's way of punishing sin, I recoiled at the thought of God finding honor and glory in the suffering of little children.

This was all so that my best friend and I could spend some time traveling in Europe where we would meet irresistibly handsome and rich identical twins with Australian accents (we had a thing for the, «G'Day, Mate,»), get married on Regis and Kathy Lee at Cinderella's Castle in Disney World, and then live next to each other, raising adorable little children in our idyllic neighborhood.

You believers can keep on being good little hypocrites by doing all the things you waive your lily white fingers at others when they do it, then get «absolved» on Dou che bag day, then feel warm and fuzzy knowing that your imaginary friend will still let you into heaven.

Jesus, well aware of the danger, was now taking care not to be found in the city after nightfall; he either stayed with friends at Bethany or bivouacked on the Mount of Olives, where the little company would easily escape notice among the numerous groups which camped out there for the festival.

Even tried to just have friendly chats with her and in those chats the topic of my best friend who died in a car accident in high school came up briefly... little more than a mere mention.

(A really good friend who is an atheist may from time to time probe a little: «Do you really believe that...?

What we may actually mean is, «You're a good friend, maybe even a little cute, but I'm not attracted to you in that way.»

remember world peace... is a oxy moron so do nt sweat it, theres no harm in doing the best you can in life, but lets be honest with ourself we could use a little help... ok alot of help and Jesus is our helper ask Him in your heart today and for Him to show you the way the truth and the life and for hope to bring healing to you and your family and friends

Of the dozen or so friends who were online at 9 p.m. the night before Thanksgiving — most of them men — three suggested that I cut the butter into little slivers and stick it through the air slits, which turned out to be a good idea except that my air slits ended up looking more like giant gashes through which butter was bleeding out of my pie.

With so little understanding, a little faith my be good my friend.

I promised to occupy myself on something «higher,» and while my friend was getting worked up about Ted Cruz, I was able to catch up on all the seasons of Walking Dead — and a little Xenophon as well.

Problem definition is time - consuming, a deep journey into our own prejudices and hopes for a Christian faith that actually makes a difference, a horrible awakening that giants of the faith may have little faith in God and more in courts and money, that fame - seekers exist within the church system and garner friends as shields, that a man that marries a second wife may wish to destroy the first wife at any cost, and that authors can indeed write good books but run away from women speaking of their own abuse, and that prior friendships dictate the limits of Christianity....

I have a good friend among the sisters there, and that afternoon she gave me a small, laminated icon of a medieval Mother and Child, and a little cross.

Still, I see it a little like attending the wedding of your best friend and ex-spouse only a few months after the divorce.

(oh and it's not a cult sweetheart... unlike you we don't have special places to go to worship imaginary friends... try using a dictionary once in awhile, you might discover that your little group fits the description better than we do.)

So, when you're in a pinch and you have to have a tasty cold little treat, the slushie becomes your next best friend.

I feel nostalgic for the good old days when avocado toast was something novel, a little breakfast secret to share with friends.

I'm totally excited to build a little home with my best friends.

The instructor, Michelle, is a good friend of mine — she loves to go all out for the holiday workouts, even putting together little goodie bags of treats to keep up your glycemic index during the intense workout she's about to give you.

After telling you that I wasn't in the mood for Mr. Benjamin Button, I changed my mind and decided to watch it — with a little push from my good friend C. I'm so glad I did - what a beautiful movie.

I'd heard nothing but good things about it from many of my vegan friends (especially from JL), but I've always been a little bit wary of bringing too many meat analogs into my diet.

For me that also includes exercise, fashion, spending time with friends and family, reading a good book and even watching a little TV or a movie once in a while.

Honestly, I'm still feeling a little chilled to the bone, depleted, and licking battle wounds, and embracing the opportunity to take a MAJOR rest day, hang out in my PJs and fuzzy slippers, and make comfort food my new best friend.

Both of these often parallel topics are ones that I feel a little more called to having a conversation about with friends over a good meal, rather than brushing them under the table and pretending everything is just okay.

And one for the adults here, if you fancy being a little naughty when the kids have gone to bed or when friends are visiting this makes a really good chocolate martini.

It's so simple and so good that I was honestly a little sad to give the last two slices to my friends David and Francis on Wednesday night.

Third, I need a few recipes that provide a little extra because there is always a neighbor, teacher, family member, or good friend who needs additional love around the holidays.

If there are new ingredients that look a little different, just know that they will soon become some of your new best cooking friends.