Sentences with phrase «by making my bed»

Prepare by making a bed of spaghetti squash and topping it with the Bolognese sauce.

In fact, Navy SEAL William H. McCraven stated, «If you want to change the world, start off by making your bed.

While you may not be able to buy her eight hours of shut - eye, you can help boost the quality of precious sleep she does get by making her bed more comfortable.

Add a hint of vintage charm to your bedroom's décor by making your bed with the Antique Lace Chevron Comforter Set.

Incorporate depth and dimension into your bedroom's décor by making your bed with the Brielle Scales Sheet Set.

If you begin your day by making your bed then you've already achieved something to feel good about.

Add a hint of vintage charm to your bedroom's décor by making your bed with the Antique Lace Chevron Comforter Set.

But you'll find it's amazing how much cleaner the room looks just by making the bed each morning!

Not exact matches

While some theaters will entice viewers by making themselves feel more like home, providing comfy couches and even beds, others attract crowds by serving restaurant quality food and drinks that go far beyond the standard popcorn and Buncha Crunch.

But when you think about it, there is something tempting about being made breakfast in bed by a chef, or having your hair cut for free by your girlfriend.

Arizona - based Amerisleep is taking the bed - in - a-box mattress industry by storm, with $ 30m in revenue in 2016 and on course for $ 100m in 2017 in revenue on their made - in - America mattresses.

By taking time to work out, spend time with your family and making sure you do not burn out, you will start to notice that sometimes you solve your toughest problems on that morning run, or while lying in bed with your 2 - year - old as she falls asleep at night.

For example, «I expect that you grow your client base by 10 percent in the next three months,» or «When I tell you to clean your room, it means to make your bed and put your clothes in the hamper».

By focusing on just the three things will make the day great, you give yourself a much higher chance of feeling accomplished by the time you go to beBy focusing on just the three things will make the day great, you give yourself a much higher chance of feeling accomplished by the time you go to beby the time you go to bed.

Trying to completely overhaul your mornings, by (for example) getting out of bed at 4 a.m. when you normally sleep until noon, can make it difficult if not impossible to stick to your new routine.

«A few years ago, I heard a speech by Admiral McRaven and he explained the importance of making your bed each and every day.

«I make sure I start my day by praying, meditating, and listening to inspirational music before I get out of bed.

By adopting a very empiric approach, 3 Beds makes «air mattress reviews a science.»

By developing a new positive habit, such as regular exercise, a meditation practice or making your bed in the morning, you will immediately reap the direct benefits of the new habit.

I do eblieve Moses was a hypocrite and an true Joo who took advantage of the opportunity of making a feather bed for himself by taking things he learned from the Egyptian book of the dead and preaching them to his Jooish buddies like a tru Joo his istinct of being a predator came out.

@ fimeilleur the carl sagan reference was more relevant before it became obscured by all the other posts.no one said any thing about a death bed conversion, that is something you assumed, (when you assume you make an ass of u and me) whether you believe in God or not is irrelevant, you will ultimately confront God, at that point in carls case after death you will know!.

They bedded down in the Ramada Inn, and were set to make Topeka by nightfall on Wednesday.

But, in my experience, sometimes the best way to keep communication healthy and open is to go to bed angry and then talk about it the next morning when you've had enough sleep to know that leaving the milk out in the car probably wasn't a veiled act of aggression meant to symbolize every problem in the relationship, but rather just the sort of mistake anyone would make while distracted by a fascinating story on NPR.

In effect we see him asking for some of the soil of Israel, as much as can be carried by two mules, so that he can make a little bed of soil on which to build an altar to the Eternal.

After the interpretation of this parable, Mark and Luke have the saying used by Matthew in the Sermon on the Mount about putting a lamp under a bushel or a bed (Mt 5:15; Mk 4:21; Lk 8:16), followed by the statement, «For there is nothing hid, except to be made manifest; nor is anything secret, except to come to light» (Mk 4:22; Lk 8:17).

He invited Lady Smith to make various findings in fact, including that many children were deprived of affection at Smyllum, that some were forced to eat, verbally abused, humiliated for wetting the bed and that children of all ages were assaulted by nuns and staff.

To qualify for federal money each such center must agree to offer a range of services by no means confined to bed treatment, and must make them available to all persons in a district who need and want them.

STONER»S PRAYER Now I pass out into sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep Grant no other stoner take My weed and bong before I wake Keep me safely in thy sight And grant no crackhead's thrill tonight And in the morning let me awake Breathing scents of wake «n bake God protect me in my dreams and make this better than it seems Grant the time may siwftly fly When myself shall be so high In a green grass weed bed Where I long to rest my head Far away from all these scenes And the smell of bammer smoked by beans Take me back into the land Where the cops never take you out Where the weed won't burn my throat like sand; Where the scent of chronis blows Where the good Mary Jane grows; Take me back and I'll promise then Never to leave BC again... - Anonymous

Everything that is Christian must bear some resemblance to the address which a physician makes beside the sick - bed: although it can be fully understood only by one who is versed in medicine, yet it must never be forgotten that it is pronounced beside the sick - bed.

My interpretation is that Hitchens does not expect to have any sort of spiritual revelation while on his death bed, and that any later comments made to the contrary would be simply lies created by desperate thumpers.

The tinies we've made are sleeping in their beds, worn out by growing up.

The former would compromise tradition by making it fit a Procrustean bed of modern making.

Take, for example, the common contention that Hitler acted coercively when he placed Jews in concentration camps or the claim that parents are acting coercively when they finally pick up their recalcitrant children and make them go to bed or the common contention that a government is acting coercively when it refuses to give its citizens any input into the formulation of the laws by which they are governed.

I still kept a round of duties, and would not suffer myself to run into any open vices, and so got along very well in time of health and prosperity, but when I was distressed or threatened by sickness, death, or heavy storms of thunder, my religion would not do, and I found there was something wanting, and would begin to repent my going so much to frolics, but when the distress was over, the devil and my own wicked heart, with the solicitations of my associates, and my fondness for young company, were such strong allurements, I would again give way, and thus I got to be very wild and rude, at the same time kept up my rounds of secret prayer and reading; but God, not willing I should destroy myself, still followed me with his calls, and moved with such power upon my conscience, that I could not satisfy myself with my diversions, and in the midst of my mirth sometimes would have such a sense of my lost and undone condition, that I would wish myself from the company, and after it was over, when I went home, would make many promises that I would attend no more on these frolics, and would beg forgiveness for hours and hours; but when I came to have the temptation again, I would give way: no sooner would I hear the music and drink a glass of wine, but I would find my mind elevated and soon proceed to any sort of merriment or diversion, that I thought was not debauched or openly vicious; but when I returned from my carnal mirth I felt as guilty as ever, and could sometimes not close my eyes for some hours after I had gone to my bed.

And I also know that by 2:42 a.m. when all has been restored and babies are sleeping again and the window is cracked open for a bit of fresh air, when we are back in our bed and quietly groaning at how over-the-puking-thing we both are by now, it's then, when he reaches out for me and moves the hair back off my neck before resting his calloused hands on the baby still growing within me, when the baby rolls up against his palm, and he whispers, «hey, you» quietly, it's in that moment that I think the love we make or find or reimagine at the unexpected moments is still the sweetest.

The parables disclose with what pleasure and tolerance he surveyed the broad scene of human activity: the merchant seeking pearls; the farmer sowing his fields; the real - estate man trying to buy a piece of land in which he had secret reason to believe a treasure lay buried; the dishonest secretary, who had been given notice, making friends against the evil day among his employer's debtors by reducing their obligations; the five young women sleeping with lamps burning while the bridegroom tarried and unable to attend the marriage because their sisters who had had foresight enough to bring additional oil refused to lend them any; the rich man whose guests for dinner all made excuses; the man comfortably in bed with his children who gets up at midnight to help his importunate neighbor only because he despairs of getting rid of him otherwise; the king who is out to capture a city; the man who built his house upon the sand and lost it in the first storm of wind and rain; the queer employer who pays all of his men the same wage whether they have worked the whole day or a single hour; the great lord who going to a distant land entrusts his property to his three servants and judges them by the success of their investments when he returns; the shepherd whose sheep falls into a ditch; the woman with ten pieces of silver who, losing one, lights the candle and sweeps diligently till she finds it, and makes the finding of it the occasion of a celebration in which all of her neighbors are invited to share — and how long such a list might be!

Some of the stories make Charles Dickens look positively cheerful: there is Henry Willis, who at six months was discovered «in a hole in a bed, where he had been for four days, his skin peeling from his body because no one had turned him over»; Tom Stevens, whose fundamentalist caregiver rubbed feces in his face and gave him «nightly baths of garlic and vinegar, followed by an enema»; William Hance, who at ten watched as his seven - year - old sister was raped in the bed they shared.

I recall, back in the early 1970s, a lot of self - disciplined formality, emphasized by starched aprons and even - more - starched nurses» caps, iron beds inherited from the wartime army, tightly made up with white sheets and gray blankets, and thick cups of tea in the recovery room afterwards.

I was also beaten by random girls for no reason, put into a dumpster, tied up in an abandoned rv by some sick teens who thought that was funny, almost raped by a man while walking down the street at the age of 17 but because I screamed he only made me jack him off (at knife point), almost raped at a friend of a friend's house when we just dropped in for a minute, was impovershed growing up, even to the point where we didn't have power in the middle of winter, had to sleep all in the same bed to stay warm and used our pantry as a refrigerator, lived (and I mean LIVED) with roaches for years no matter where we moved to, was a child during the time when we had our own civil rights movement here and went through a few horrible experiences at the time.

By the time Eden is calling me out of bed I feel this immediate need to simultaneously make my coffee, feed and dress Eden, walk the dog, feed the cats, and clean the kitchen.

The bed of crispy corn tortilla strips can be easily made by crumbling store - bought tortilla chips, or, if you want strips more closely resembling those served at the restaurant, just follow the Tidbits below.

Make a salad by topping a bed of lettuce with Honey Teriyaki Chicken, shredded carrots, green onions and slivered almonds.

Make your wraps by placing a bed of spinach on each tortilla, topping with the potatoes, mango chutney, sliced red onion and a sprinkling of fresh cilantro leaves.

This vegan mushroom Marsala is made with tender baby portobello mushrooms and chickpeas simmered in a garlicky Marsala wine sauce and served over a bed of creamy polenta.Here's one that's inspired by a dish I've never actually had.

I have to admit, that by Friday 10PM I was bored and went to bed, so to combat this blah» ness I've decided to try and make something interesting every day, even if it's just the way food is presented or using a new ingredient (or an old one in a new way).

By the time I rolled out of bed on Saturday, hardly feeling like I'd even made a dent in the exhaustion that built up all week, I decided I need to reevaluate our weekday routines.

Also, mixed them by hand, didn't use the food processor — this is a huge plus for me as I usually bake at night after everyone has gone to bed (so I can't make noise).

Surrounded by shucked and butter - cooked lobster meat, this onion - garnished masterpiece is served in a dish bed of vanilla cream sauce, made with bay leaf and peppercorn - boiled lobster shells, garnished with fresh green onions.

Then I placed them on a bed of butter lettuce and made an easy garlicy butter dressing to cover all the salad with because as we all know by now, butter is the answer to everything.

CC didn't weepwhen he heard the news, maybe because he'd already seen his parents at peace.CC had given Corky a car and an apartment in Vallejo and had been willing topay for hospice care for the final months, but Margie wouldn't hear of it: Three times a day she'd stop by Corky's place and change his bedding, make surehe took his painkillers and medications, keep him company as he lay dying.