Sentences with phrase «house is in her bed»

It's late, the rest of the house is in bed.

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We lived in rural Wisconsin and on one of the coldest nights of the year, I was seven months pregnant with my first child and my husband and I went to bed one night and our house burned down.

They cost anywhere from $ 15 to $ 50 on Amazon and can be placed around your house — next to your bed, on the side tables in your living room or wherever.

New England is known for its quaint bed and breakfasts, and the Curtis House Restaurant & Inn in Woodbury, Connecticut, is no exception.

Most people watch Netflix on their laptops in bed, but once you move into a house or want to enjoy a common space, you'll be extremely glad that you already thought to buy an HDMI cord.

In fact, it's one of the house rules: «Eating Steak Doubledillas in bed is not only allowed, but encouraged.&raquIn fact, it's one of the house rules: «Eating Steak Doubledillas in bed is not only allowed, but encouraged.&raquin bed is not only allowed, but encouraged.»

Thirteen malnourished siblings, ranging in age from 2 to 29, were rescued by the police in California from a house where some of them had been chained to beds, and their parents have been charged with torture, officials said on Monday.

Churchill was a night owl, but he took two baths and a two hour nap every afternoon, which he claimed allowed him to be twice as productive as the normal person Naps were so sacrosanct to Churchill that he unapologetically kept a bed in the House of Parliament.

The place was also crammed with cheap furniture, double beds in every room, and had signs taped up throughout the house admonishing guests not to throw parties or make loud noises, she says.

Adkins» first order of business was to build simple - frame bunk beds in order to house as many volunteers as possible.

Last night, I was awake in bed, enjoying the still house, he was sound asleep, feet sticking out the covers, too long even for this gigantic bed.

In that house of quiet dying, through still sheers that turn the day to gray, only two chairs of six are sat upon, the bed no longer shared.

If he comes to him at midnight and says to him, My friend, lend me three loaves, for a friend of mine on a journey has come to me,, and I have nothing to offer him — the man within the house will answer, Don't bother me; the door is locked, and my children are in bed with me; I can not rise and give you bread.

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!

A home owner in Texas shot and killed his neighbor's gardener who was cleaning a flower bed under a window... The neighbor said he thought the gardener was trying to rob the house... Under the laws in Texas it is legal to kill someone if you think you, or someone else is in danger... this covers property to... The Governor even spoke up in support of the shooter... He was not charged with shooting another man in the back... and killing him... where is common sense... How many innocent people are killed by guns...

We also oppose provisions of the bill that expand the immigration detention system and erode the basic rights afforded to immigrants, including the provisions that allow for the indefinite detention of individuals who can not be deported to their home countries; that expedite removal proceedings or automatically imprison immigrants without providing them access to attorneys or judges; that increase detention capacity by an additional 20,000 beds to house immigrants awaiting their day in court; and that diminish the checks and balances of judicial review over immigration decisions.

The Happiness Project gave me permission to be more deliberate about the little things that positively affect my outlook on life — getting enough sleep, making the bed in the morning (even if nothing else gets done around the house that day!)

Dis - ease... it's not hard to find me... I'm at your house... in your bed... with your wife... and daughter... and your son is recording it

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.

In the mornings I'm always dragging myself out of bed late so I don't have much time to eat breakfast before I leave the house.

««Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds; While visions of sugar - plums danced in their heads...&raquIn hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds; While visions of sugar - plums danced in their heads...&raquin their beds; While visions of sugar - plums danced in their heads...&raquin their heads...»

It is tons of fun to experience but this year after our party, we decided to be mellow and head home to take the boys to a few houses in our neighborhood before heading to bed.

He eats a bit himself just to tied himself over until I get home, because Thursday night is our new date night (translation: dinner on the sofa with a glass of wine and mind - numbing TV before heading to bed early because the littlest person in our house, who usually wakes up at 4 am, has taken to being up between 2:30 a.m. — 5:00 a.m. and we can't function if we don't get to bed before the nightly news begins).

The truth is, lying in bed that night, in the house I grew up in, I felt completely diminished at the thought of leaving.

The seeds must be sown in a bed of hot horse dung, as musk melons are, and moved into a pot when [the plant] has gotten three or four leaves, that it may be carried from place to place more conveniently to receive the the heat of the sun; and in autumn carried into some house to avoid the injury of cold nights at that time of year when it is to bear fruit.

Happy, fed, warm house, cozy bed... we snuggled together while my family was out freezing, literally freezing, in the vast, great Oregon outdoors.

Wrapped up in a crisp, crunchy lettuce leaf, or served over a bed of chopped greens, this chicken will definitely be a new favourite in your house; it makes a scrumptious sweet - savoury pairing.

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However, after realizing my passion for this blog, sometimes all I need to do is climb out of bed, grab my fuzzy house coat and place my fingers on the key pads and I am off in another world, writing what ever exits my finger tips.

Even now (and I've been out of the house for a LONG time) when I go back to my childhood home (where my parents still live) I take in everything you mentioned - the smell, the hight of the sink and bed, etc..

This year we are in a house and would like to start some raised beds in our smallish backyard, but I plan on not biting off more than we can chew for the first year at this property.

I wanted to ask him if he was the first person who was ever be late for something, mostly because he is 20 years old, and in the same situation at his age most people are sleeping in beds without box springs, destroying microwaves by accidentally leaving forks in them while heating water for ramen, and discovering that things in your house stop working when you don't send strangers in businesses money in the form of checks.

So was every other livable building in the area; and the Seattle Ski Club dormitory, with 150 sleepers taking up every bed in the house, began stacking latecomers on the floor.

Hughes sexually abused most of the boys downstairs during sleepovers at his Hanover Park house, while his wife and two young daughters were in bed upstairs.

The bad news is that I'm coughing regularly and probably starting the chest cold that has had my wife in bed all weekend (and, no, in her current condition she is NOT hot...) Airborne zinc lozenges, and vitamin C are already on board and will alternate with the brewskis for at least the next several couple of days (then back to work on Wednesday, I hope...) My favorite line from Animal House is definitely in order...

The house is wide open to friends and family members, who are free to show up, bed down in an empty room and stay a couple of days, helping themselves from the refrigerator and playing with the Waltons, who are always into one game or another.

Sometimes, with games in the week, it's difficult for the kids to come — we understand they've got to be in bed early — but it's great to play in front of a full house at Wembley.»

By the time we woke up in the morning and Jody went downstairs to check the thermostat (I stayed in bed with the blankets pulled up to my ears), the temperature in the house was down to 58 degrees.

Damn you, now I have to have a churro, and my oldest, the master churro maker of the house, is sick in bed.

I'd much rather be taking a medication and able to take care of my kids, than be stuck in bed or afraid to leave my house literally frozen with fear, wondering and waiting for the next panic attack to hit.

I nurse the baby in bed in the morning and its our very special time because I work 3 - 11 and my husband works 11 - 7 so around 8:30 is magical at our house.

totally the way it happens in our house... except that the kids AND I are usually sick at the same time and then hubby beats a hasty retreat to wherever leaving me alone and * then * comes back to lay in bed «dying» for two days after drinking all of the damn ginger ale.

Our washer and dryer were actually in a closet in our master bedroom in our old house, which equals MASSIVE amounts of bed laundry... I got tired of it and got rid of half of our clothes.

While we moved house over a year ago, his office is still in chaos, unpacked boxes and unhung pictures blocking his ability to pull the couch futon into a bed.

But before this — the above system was DEFINITELY my house and we still jump out of bed in the middle of the night if diapers where not finished.

Once they were sure we were healthy enough to be left alone, we snuggled in bed with our new baby while our midwives quietly cleaned up the room around us, did some laundry (forever cementing my love for them), straightened up the dishes and other things we used, then let themselves out of our house.

One of the top suggestions is turning off electronic devices before bed and dimming lights in the house to make your little one's brain think it's that routine bedtime again therefore kicking in the melatonin.

You're at your in - laws» house for dinner on Christmas Eve with your young children, then you go to church and keep your kids from acting up while everyone else's children are running wild, then you come home and wrangle your overexcited kids into bed, and wait until they're actually asleep.

9) I was more rested ---- We chose to bed share in our house.

After five nights in a row of the girls either sleeping together or in their own beds — we made it official and put our room back together the way it was when we first bought our house.