Sentences with phrase «coffee every morning on»

Claudia is supporting Macmillan's World's Biggest Coffee Morning on Friday 26th September.

Loved the views — coffee every morning on lanai.

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Jones ran through how it works: You link your calendar, set your preferences — you prefer phone calls in the morning at these hours, these are the five places you like to have coffee, these are the three places you like to have lunch, and so on.

Substitute public transportation for a huge car payment, take on a roommate or two to reduce living expenses and brew your own morning cup of coffee instead of opting for a $ 4 cup at the local coffeehouse.

Seneca's writing, as one example, had so large an impact on me that I turned his letters into an audiobook series (The Tao of Seneca) so I could listen to them while walking to get my morning coffee.

In the demo I saw, saying «Hey Siri, good morning,» would trigger a synchronized ballet: the coffee maker turned on, the blinds went up, and the heat turned on in one fell swoop.

DIY coffee: The cash - conscious passed on paper cups and brewed their own morning joe instead.

The most productive people on the planet have a set morning routine that gets them ready for the day ahead: coffee, hot shower, yoga and journaling top the list, but it could be anything that sets your mind and body on a productive course for the day.

On my daily commute (mostly to coffee shops across town), I jumped in each morning and placed the iPhone X in the compartment.

Sure, the copier doesn't care if a smartphone tracks ink purchases, but office workers could certainly care if their devices track their spending habits, like their morning coffee and bagel, for expense reports or the Amazon accounts they visit on their lunch break.

We had a room on the bottom floor, complete with coffee and snacks in the morning.

Think about your morning routine: There's probably something you have to turn on in another room, like a coffee maker.

Translation: This may be the colleague who complains about pitching in on extra work, finishes the pot of coffee without making more, and sets up a print job to run 1,000 copies the morning she knows another teammate is pushing up against a deadline.

Stores frequently offer afternoon discounts or free cups when you bring in your same - day morning receipt, change up their seasonal drinks and treats based on customer feedback, and offer their online subscribers rare, small - lot Starbucks Reserve coffee delivered fresh to their door.

Buy a funnel (super cheap) and coffee liners, a mug you love to make your coffee in, and a tumbler for mornings on the go.

The reason more people don't have high networths is because they don't want to cut out all the «little crap» they spend money on: coffee in the morning, going out to lunch, going out to dinner, going to a movie, buying that thing you will never use, letting your food spoil, having to pay interest on your credit card... congrats, there goes your earnings.

When you show up to the office each morning, turn on the lights, grab a cup of coffee, and go sit at your desk, what do you actually do?

[17:20] Gratitude shatters anger and fear [18:35] The power of priming [18:50] The iced vs. hot coffee study [19:45] Tony's morning ritual [21:00] Sir John Templeton — the secret to wealth is gratitude [21:35] Gary V.'s daily ritual [23:20] How do you know if you are taking too much on?

Starbucks is putting more emphasis on marketing in the afternoon to get people to think of the world's largest coffee chain for more than just their morning java fix.

If I can't resist that delicious cup of coffee in the morning, rather than splurging on Starbucks when the morning cup wears off around 2 pm, I just reach for Sprayable and I'm good to go.

I have friends that use a single serve on weekday mornings for speed, and then use a more time and labour intensive manual method (such as pour over coffee, French press, and cold brewing) on the weekend.

From morning coffee to afternoon lattes, Starbucks customers post countless pictures of their handcrafted beverages on social media channels.

The remark was made by a colleague on Tuesday morning, as we stepped off the elevator to grab a cup of coffee.

In America, hundreds of thousands of people line up at Starbucks ® and other coffee shops every morning to get espressos, mochas, and a variety of other coffees based on espresso shots.

The report asks, «How do we motivate people to make soft drinks, like smoothies, juices and other on - the - go products, part of their morning ritual in the same way as tea or coffee?»

I do not routinely read «religious» dispatches on any forum, CNN's or otherwise, but, while waiting for my morning coffee to brew, I scanned the headlines and inadvertently clicked on your piece.

When I'm sitting in line at a coffee shop or waiting on the morning train, I can pull out my iPhone and read the Bible for 10 minutes and have a great start to my day!!

With access to the Web, people can easily scan half a dozen different newspapers on their computer screens in the time it takes to drink their morning coffee.

Lent, Day One: I walk into work, fully armed from a morning of having ashes dabbed on my forehead, and smell the coffee brewing.

Witness yesterday morning: tinies were playing legos, Evelynn in the tub, me sitting on the washroom floor, cuppa coffee in hand, and a book.

When I sit with the Washington Post and my morning coffee, I have a sense that I'm hovering on a threshold; like many Americans, I remember September 11 and feel as if I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop.

You drove a white van with phone numbers on the side, you sweated and swore and learned water and fire restoration like you had learned the book of Mark and your one indulgence was that Tim Horton's coffee every morning.

We belonged to a fledgling conversation group that met on Saturday mornings over cups of coffee in the upper room of a small café.

Sunday morning I get up really early, make coffee, put on some worship music, and jot down a basic outline in my journal.

In the early morning dark, the black coffee in my hand is a fare bit easier to swallow down right then, than the Words audibly coming from the cranked speaker on my phone.

We are not powerless and fearful, not us: and so I pray and I work; I make coffee in the morning and hot meals to gather around the table at suppertime; I worship and sing out words of promise and praise; I raise children and read good books; I pray for my enemies and write letters and send money and show up to fold clothes and drop off meals with an extra bag of groceries; I advocate with the marginalized and amplify the oppressed and antagonize the Empire with a grin on my face; I will honour those who get after the work of the Kingdom and celebrate; I learn how to listen to those with whom I disagree; I abandon the idea that we can baptize sinful practices in the name of sacred purposes; I will stand in the middle of the field near my house with my face turned up to the rain and consider it a minor baptism.

I was already tired because I had been up nursing during the night, Brian was off at work already, I simply wanted a quiet morning with my coffee because there was so much mundane work ahead on this day — cleaning bathrooms, doing laundry — but instead the Rice Krispies multiplied to biblical proportions while they flew through the air and one small cereal bowl became a nuclear wasteland scattered into seemingly every corner of the kitchen while milk streamed off the edge of the table puddling into the carnage and the bowl continued to spin.

I'm not in church on Sunday mornings and this is just something to read while drinking my coffee.

«I suppose one joins the League of Nations Union, and reads the Isis every week, and drinks coffee every morning at the Cadena cafe, and smokes a great pipe and plays hockey and goes out to tea on Boar's Hill and to lectures at Keble, and rides a bicycle with a little tray full of notebooks and drinks cocoa in the evening and discusses sex seriously.»

But in the mornings, I want to write about the gloriousness of the mundane life, the wonder of all of us walking each other home for another day, the holiness of how we all save each other, every day, we are sacred in our daily rhythms, this is the life we're living and it's right now, and so put the coffee on, there is grace for all of us, there is something holy in just waking up to start all over again, new.

On the morning of the final ultrasound check, I went to the coffee shop and I wrote an entire blog post telling the world about how we had lost another baby and how the sorrow was swallowing me whole this time.

So these morning hours always feel like my own hours, whether I'm lying in bed, wide awake, watching the trees, or whether I'm sitting at a coffee shop table on a holiday Monday, alone, watching the rain fall and listening to old songs from the 90s.

For example, on Friday mornings, I have coffee with a group of men, no bible study or agenda, just a group of believers who come together to share and encourage one another as we go through life together.

Some meet in basements of coffee shops or in unused movie theaters on Sunday mornings.

So you what you need to do is buy a cheap van or something, join the convoy, and then early in the morning of the 21st, before anyone else gets up, just sneak away and leave the van behind; maybe with a still hot cup of coffee on the table and a radio playing to create the right atmosphere.

The morning had been filled with small irritations: the coffee I splattered on my new sweater, the nosy prayer chain coordinator who grilled me on every detail of my recent illness, the lady behind me who refused to shake hands during the service.

We get a glimpse of it at the doughnut and coffee table where sometimes the «true ministry and teaching» takes place on a Sunday morning.

too much thought required on this one for a tuesday morning before 2nd cup of coffee....

I was up early again this morning, as usual on a Sunday, preparing for preaching, watching the cold river flow by, listening to Christmas music and drinking coffee.

«People stop in first thing in the morning on their way to work for a coffee and donut or hot breakfast.»