Sentences with phrase «dancing around the living room»

That's all I remember, though Philippe told me later that after dropping the bottle, I had performed a whirling - dervish dance around his living room with my head thrown back, squawking the refrain of The Doors» «Touch Me, Babe.»

Put on some music and dance around the living room!

Dancing around the living room with the kids.

Dance around the living room, play a rousing game of hide - and - seek, pick up a shovel and go dig in the sandbox with the kids, as any movement will make a difference, according to this study.

Even just putting on music and dancing around the living room will not only relieve your stress but it is good for your body and stimulating for your baby!

With an operating range up to 30 ′, your kids are free to dance around the living room to their favorite tunes or listen to a movie on the couch without disturbing others.

The bubbly, outgoing 12 year old friend of my own bubbly, outgoing 12 year old daughter, reminded me of a friendly, excited butterfly, flitting about from topic to topic as she danced around our living room while chatting.

This might be walking, jogging outside or at the gym, taking a dance class, taking yoga classes, working with a trainer, dancing around your living room to an upbeat playlist for 15 minutes.

When not building ventures, writing, and producing, Jonathan can be found dancing around his living room with his wife and daughter, listening to «real music.»

Hanna, I just about jumped up and danced around my living room reading that Sotela is designed to accommodate the body changes we deal with as women; that is just so huge - keep up the good work!!!

Dress — c / o Shabby Apple / / Photographs — Kristen Hillier Doesn't this Yellow Dress xx Shabby Apple just remind you of sunshine and happiness and dancing around the living room?

Moving to New York in 1980, Cruise's first big hit was Risky Business in 1982, in which he entered movie - trivia infamy with the scene wherein he celebrates his parents» absence by dancing around the living room in his underwear.

And it might just make you rush home and dance around your living room.

My tradition of late has been to watch the show at home, where I can freely groan, yell and hurl things (mainly expletives) at the screen, and then dance around the living room with my wife in celebration of another endless awards season being over at last.

I went dancing around the living room screaming and shouting.

David Bowie also reminds me of my mum dancing around the living room, while doing the house cleaning.

Not exact matches

After supper, I dance the baby around the kitchen while the girls dance in the living room.

Whether it was making homemade chocolates and creepy crawlers to sell to my neighbors (there were only four houses on my street); running around my yard in a yellow raincoat with a small detective kit pretending to be Harriet the Spy; organizing schoolwide plays and talent shows in 4th grade; making up dances in my living room; or my best venture ever, capturing mini frogs, putting them in a caged box, and charging neighborhood kids to see «Frogland,» I was always up to something.

Whether you want a carrier to let you do household chores, go on quick trips out of the house or simply dance with your baby around the living room, here are the quick facts of what you need to know when choosing a baby carrier.

There are some things that are clearly good for everyone: eating vegetables, sleeping, dancing around in the living room to your favorite album from high school.

Ihave had a wonderful life dancing and going out with friends travelling all around this contry in a caravan now I have no one to chat to and be friends with I used to hide behind the curtains and when my husband came into the room I would jump out and scare him and then have a good laugh about it

It's as if you're sitting in Chang's living room, all the furniture pushed to the sides, watching her dance around the room unselfconsciously, freely flowing from a skip, to a leap, to a tumble, taking such joy in the dance.

At 8:30 p.m., he was doing his «Snoopy Dance» around the living and dining rooms in anticipation of his dinner.

In the short animation below you can admire the cute Ooblets dancing and running around in what appeas to be a living room kinda location.

For far too long I've been annoyed at protagonists in the past who just sat there and let others dance around the huge elephant in the room: the town is messed up, full of monsters, and everyone there is fighting for their lives.

, you are lying on the floor of your place looking up, a small draft runs through the room, between the door and the window, and all things seem perfectly still, wind only disturbs concrete in imperceptible ways, or it may take millions of years to be noticed and, as the air runs through the space, all your plants move and all is animated and all is alive somehow, and here are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, and that wind upon your plants is the common air that bathes the globe, and we have no ambitions of universalism, and I'm glad we don't, but the particles of air bring traces of pollen and are charged with electricity, desert sand, maybe sea water, and these particles were somewhere else before they were dragged here, and their route will not end by the door of this house, and if we tell each other stories, one can imagine that they might have been bathed by this same air, regrouped and recombined, recharged as a vehicle for sound, swirling as it moves, bringing the sound of a drum, like that Kabuki story where a fox recognizes the voice of its parents as a girl plays a drum made out of their skin, or any other event, and yet I always felt your work never tells stories, I tend to think that narrative implies a past tense, even if that past was just five seconds ago, one second ago was already the past, and human memory is irrelevant in geological time, plants and fish know not what tomorrow will bring, neither rocks nor metal do, but we all live here now, and we all need visions and we all need dreams, and as long as your metal sculptures vibrate they are always in the Present, and their past is a material truth alien to narrative, but well, maybe narrative does not imply a past tense at all and they are writing their own story while they gently move and breathe, and maybe nothing was really still before the wind came in, passing through the window as if through an irrational portal to make those plants dance, but everything was already moving and breathing in near complete silence, and if you're focused enough you can feel the pulse of a concrete wall and you can feel the tectonic movements of the earth, and you can hear the magma flowing under our feet and our bones crackling like a wild fire, and you can see the light of fireflies reflected in polished metal, and there is nothing magical about that, it is just the way things are, and sometimes we have to raise our voice because the music is too loud and let your clothes move to a powerful bass, sound waves and bright lights, powerful like the sun, blinding us if we stare for too long, but isn't it the biggest sign of love, like singing to a corn field, and all acts of kindness that are not pitiful nor utilitarian, that are truly horizontal as everything around us is impregnated with the deadliest violence, vertical and systemic, poisonous, and sometimes you just want to feel the sun burning your skin and look for life in all things declared dead, a kind of vitality that operates like corrosion, strong as the wind near the sea, transforming all things,

Play games with your friends in the living room, compete in dance competitions against people around the world, stream your latest vacation pictures to your big - screen, and keep up with the latest and greatest TV and music.

Once you've finished happy - dancing around your new living room, there are a few things you'll need to sort out.

Dance to live music (and just around my living room).