Sentences with phrase «in bed thing»

I am obsessed with the built in bed thing right now, I just wish I had enough room to do some!

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In a Facebook Live session with Jerry Seinfeld, the Facebook cofounder and CEO tells the comedian that the very first thing he does in the morning, even before he gets out of bed to use the bathroom or puts in his contact lenses, is check his phonIn a Facebook Live session with Jerry Seinfeld, the Facebook cofounder and CEO tells the comedian that the very first thing he does in the morning, even before he gets out of bed to use the bathroom or puts in his contact lenses, is check his phonin the morning, even before he gets out of bed to use the bathroom or puts in his contact lenses, is check his phonin his contact lenses, is check his phone.

The only thing I do every day is groggily roll over in bed when my alarm goes off and check my email.

In the aftermath, I was left with years of memories and a smartphone that couldn't provide enjoyable company across a dinner table, share in the joys of experiencing a concert or kiss me goodnight before bed — all these things I had previously taken for granted simply because I was too preoccupied looking for fulfillment from a screeIn the aftermath, I was left with years of memories and a smartphone that couldn't provide enjoyable company across a dinner table, share in the joys of experiencing a concert or kiss me goodnight before bed — all these things I had previously taken for granted simply because I was too preoccupied looking for fulfillment from a screein the joys of experiencing a concert or kiss me goodnight before bed — all these things I had previously taken for granted simply because I was too preoccupied looking for fulfillment from a screen.

He won't go into any kind of detail about what's to come, except to say: «Next year, completing the core things that people need in a bed is definitely our first priority.»

Instead of trying to do whatever it is before bed, make your new habit the first thing you do when you get up in the morning.

Other than the fact that it kicked my butt every day, one of my favorite things about the machine is that it's sooo simple to fold up and store away under a bed, in a closet... wherever!

No such thing as cushy or single beds, every inmate at Lincoln sleeps in a bunk bed.

Many people use an alarm app to wake up in the morning, but having your smartphone by your bed can create an urge to check your messages first thing in the morning.

Instead, adopt a healthier «first thing in the morning» habit such as light stretching, dancing in front of a mirror, or making the bed (you'll feel better for it).

Banks relies on his iPhone to stay in the loop on the road and in the office, but he designates just a few times of day to respond to messages: first thing when he gets into the office, mid-afternoon and for 30 to 60 minutes before he goes to bed.

If you arrive somewhere first thing in the morning, don't sleep until it's time to go to bed that night.

Your business is the first thing you think of in the morning and the last thing you think of before going to bed.

«Every night and first thing before I get out of bed in the morning I respond to all emails even if it is to say, «I read your email and I will have a response for you in the morning or later today.»

A Deloitte survey found that for many smartphone users, checking social media apps are the first thing they do in the morning — often before even getting out of bed.

In the body of the e-mail, Yaffe wrote «Just wanted to follow - up with you and put this to bed ASAP... In a perfect world would love to have you wire him back $ 170,000 and gift him 15,000 shares of Retrophin stock and that would fulfill the note obligation and more importantly doing the right thing and manning up as we spoke about.»

@ 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!.

On my death bed, the last thing I want to hear about is the «man in the sky».

If I were lying in a bed dying, my family would be the thing I want to talk about, to make sure that I can make a stranger understand my love for them and hopefully keep them alive in one more person.

I don't believe in God, vampires, Santa Claus, leprechauns, monster under my bed, talking horses, unicorns, elves, and a thousand other things, all for the exact same reason: I see nothing whatsoever to suggest any of them exist.

for the way you look in the mirror when you get out of bed first thing or when you crawl into bed at the end of everything ---

Oh man... not me... that thing looks like it could come to life in the middle of the night, scoot it's way down the hallway, dropping needles along the way, leaving a trail of tree sap, and squeeze you to death right in your bed.

We're trying to arrange things so that we can die comfortably in our beds.

When they crawled out from under the bed and discovered a Thing sitting there in the bed under the covers.

So, the Thing in the bed.

Essentially, this is a set of sexual Geneva conventions: You never knew it, but not only do you have the right to minimal standards of treatment if you ever become a prisoner of war, but when you were five, you had the right to learn at school all kinds of things about what some people like to do in bed, and if your parents thought that really they'd rather you didn't hear about that stuff at school, or at least not yet, they were... well, they were violating your rights.

Oh the insane things that pop into my head in the middle of the night and make me get up from my warm bed and leave my wife to scrawl in pencil on a blank sheet of paper in the pitch blackness the silliest images that seem to perplex and plague me just so I can hopefully bring a smile to your face and maybe occasionally make us think a little bit world without end.

To be the only chaplain in a 170 - bed hospital filled with a great number of people who are quadraplegic; to try to help these people rediscover and / or redefine a life value and quality that they often feel has been lost; to grow to care greatly about these people; to do all these things and yet deep, deep inside, to feel that you would rather be dead than be quadraplegic — that's hard to admit.

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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!)

It's the first thing I do when I wake up in the morning, and the last thing I do before I go to bed.

They have good s - ex because they enjoy the same things in bed.

He told me that all things were ok in the marital bed, including butt sex.

I've been married 8 years, and I must say, my hubby is the hottest thing on two legs and a beast in the bed.

A little later my dad came in and sat down on the edge of the bed and said quietly that we should have a conversation about Sunday Mass, and probably I was now old enough to make my own decisions about attending Mass, that he and my mother did not think it right or fair to force that decision on us children, that we needed to find our own ways spiritually, and that while he and our mother very much hoped that we would walk in the many rewarding paths of the Church, the final decision there would be ours alone, each obeying his own conscience; that was only right and fair, and to decree attendance now would perhaps actually force us away from the very thing that he and my mother found to be the most nutritious spiritual food; so perhaps you and I and your mother can sit and discuss this later this afternoon, he said, and come to some amicable agreement.

I know it's a massive cliche, but things like yoga now make me so happy, and I find it a lot less isolating to think that I'm leaving a party earlier than I would would have done in another life to go to bed but I» l wake up feeling well and that means I get to go to a class I love in the morning.

Don't look at your phone in bed, make it a no phone zone and write down three things you are grateful for every single morning before you get out of bed.

I find no joy in firing up the stove first thing in the morning while the boys wrestle — literally — their way into the washroom amid constant reminders to BDT (make bed, put on deodorant, and brush teeth) after showering.

So instead of crawling in bed and being a sad ball all day, I did some fun things that remind me of him.

Living out of a 60L backpack and sleeping in beds that aren't nearly as comfortable as my own / smell kind of funny because some Europeans have a tendency to leave things in the washer overnight before they hang them out to dry.

In the other room, there were three water bed, lily - pad things.

Anyways, I took a moment last night, when everyone was in bed, and I was up late trying to get things done (like usual), to sit in front of the Christmas tree and reflect, and slow down for just five minutes and remember why I am doing all of this.

As we're hanging out in the water bed pond room, Izzy was busy finding other things to do.

I could see the ocean from my bed; it was the first thing I would lay eyes on when I awoke in the mornings.

Anyways, sometimes I feel like he is actually a human child in disguise because he literally keeps us up all night with his shenanigans and we have to take shifts getting out of bed in the middle of the night to see what thing he has just knocked over, or what loud object he is racing across the floor.

It's the worst when you are laying in bed and can't fall asleep and the only thing that your brain wants to fixate on is that song.

I start my day by having my favourite smoothie in bed whilst catching up on all things Lani.

I didn't plant a single thing in my garden beds this year.

We are privileged to farm in a way that respects the estuary and the environment, and when we do simple things, such as reducing our impact on the lake bed allowing the sea grasses to regrow, it is actually good for the oysters and the health of this beautiful estuary.

Most days it's the only thing that gets me out of bed, but in the spring, my tolerance for morning improves quite a bit.