Sentences with phrase «just at bed»

Your post is so interesting and has prompted me to use the oil more often not just at bed time or when I'm in pain.

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Sometimes it's lying in bed at night before I go to sleep, and I just say thank you to whatever, whoever is out there,» she said.

I mostly rejoiced at the Surface's low weight: If you're lying on your sofa or in bed and just want to do some casual browsing — like reading, or watching Netflix — the Surface Pro is a godsend.

«The thing he would do most frequently is he would throw me down on a bed and he would just put his body weight on me and he'd be yelling at me but as he was yelling he'd me grinding an elbow or knee into my body to emphasize his anger,» Holderness told CNN.

No one lying on their death bed says, «I just wish I had spent more time at work...» Business success, no matter how grand, is still fleeting.

Telling quote: «I think what we made the mistake of doing early on was taking every opportunity alone to talk about the business, at dinner, driving the car, you know at home brushing your teeth, as you're getting into bed, as you're waking up, and I think we made a conscious effort to not do that because I think it was just, you know, it would burn us out,» Kate told CNN in 2002.

When I arrived at home to tuck my 4 - year old son into bed for the night, he looked up at me and asked if I had just been to space again.

Eventually I just stopped setting an alarm at all, and would eventually peel myself out of bed in time to see the sun disappear into the afternoon sky.

And at the same time, I see our homes and our travels, our tears and our laughter, I see him standing in the room and weeping over tea - towels with never - babies inside, and I see us holding the now - growing - up babies as they learn to walk, and I see him looking at me across our old bed that he built with his own hands and I see us as kids and I see us as lovers and I see us as best friends, and I see us just last night as we staggered through a sleepless night with lanky kids who couldn't sleep well and I think, God, we grew up together.

Someday our bed will be empty again at the right time, it will be just us two.

I dig deeply, remembering the cadence of the priest's voice, practicing to match the tone just right as I throw muddy socks and stained tee shirts into the washer, as I dump a basket of warm clothes on the bed, as I butter bagels hot and yeasty from the toaster oven.My kids glance warily at me over their books, leery of the chanting.

If «begging» is required to get the god to give mercy that god is behaving just like a spoiled child with a hammer — looking down at an ant bed and judging which ants get smashed and which get to survive.

The very appetite proceeding from labor and peace of mind is gone: we eat just enough to keep us alive: our sleep is disturbed by the most frightful dreams; sometimes I start awake, as if the great hour of danger was come; at other times the howling of our dogs seems to announce the arrival of the enemy: we leap out of bed and run to arms; my poor wife with panting bosom and silent tears takes leave of me, as if we were to see each other no more; she snatches the youngest children from their beds, who, suddenly awakened, increase with their innocent questions the horror of the dreadful moment.

sorry I just finished shouting at my kids to go bed.

Of, course I assumed it was just my pet jumping up at the edge of my bed.

I stand back and look at the Bible tumping Right whose actions scream un-Christian and it is interesting how CNN and its ilk just ignore their behavior, I wonder why — in bed with FOX right?

You're wasting their time just like your wife wastes your time in bed at night.

With regard to sex at its best, there are no wives and no husbands, just two (normally two) amazing beasts burning the bed up in wild - eyed... words escape me, but its not sex if it doesn't make you bleed from the eyes.

I look at them in their beds and it's like they're every age they ever were, all at once, still the babies I watched sleep for hours, just to make sure they were still breathing.

It's too bad she wasted your time in bed at night... God has just simply decided you should not have children because you're so full of hate.

But Sophia just stood on the stool at the foot of my mother's bed, calmly surveying the scene.

More than just beds to sleep on, they invited us to eat dinner with them and drew us all sorts of maps so we wouldn't get lost going out at night.

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.

You've gotten through two days of early alarms, sleepy cups of coffee, wobbling ankles in heels at 6:30 am (me every morning), and early work calls that just make you want to crawl back into bed with the covers over your head.

I've started this bad habit of watching multiple episodes of Grey's Anatomy while «packing» which really just culminates with me sitting on my bed watching the show and doing absolutely no packing at all...

At the time, I was coming home from work to an always empty house, laying on the floor for an hour to re-calibrate from my day, working myself into a 30 minute or so run, and then reading a couple food blogs over dinner (usually a sweet potato, roasted during that run, with black beans, salsa, and a pile of greens), working another couple hours just to survive the next school day, and falling into bed into a deep and dreamless sleep before my alarm clock wrenched me out and up and into another day that was much the same.

This is why I should be in bed at 12:20 am instead of catching up on your blog posts but I just can't help myself.

But these ideas just pop into my head, often at the most inconvenient times (i.e while taking my sister's cycling class or while I'm in bed trying to fall asleep... i.e whenever it is impossible for me write them down!).

You know the days when you kiddoes have just had a really rather fun sleepover, along with babyccinos and marshmallows, lollipos and crisps, popcorn and movies, and much much more that meant they went to bed at 12 am.

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 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.

Whether you're up at the crack of dawn or just crawling out of bed at noon, wouldn't you love to have breakfast already waiting for you?

No alarm clock, just the scratching sound of her pawing at her crate and her faint whimpers to come up on the bed.

My best advice about this recipe is to bake it just before you go to bed at night.

I just had a great lamb roast on a bed of LDP salad and vine roasted cherry tomatoes — for antipodes, that's at Globe Cafe, Prahran, Melbourne.

Unfortunately, I was too tired to eat, so I just put it away, packed a serving for lunch, and went to bed at 7 pm (my life is super exciting).

You can roll out of bed and onto one of the awesome hiking trails for a run through the canyons, eat beautiful food at Topanga Living Café, and basically experience a bit of small - town, super-crunchy life just 20 minutes from Santa Monica and Venice.

At least it was just the wooden frame and not the bedding.

We just did a whirlwind tour of the Amalfi coast for some dear friends» wedding, which meant dragging our one - year - old out of bed at 4 am one morning for a taxi, two flights, and another long - assed taxi ride to get there.

I like to mix it up at night just before I go to bed and allow that whey to work its magic on the flour as I sleep.

It definitely seems to make a big difference playing in front of our home crowd at the Emirates, but more important was the urgency which the team showed by trying to put the game to bed as quickly as possible, and as Laurent Koscielny said, our target was just to get the three points.

Nova carried a lead of just 32 - 27 with it into the locker room at halftime, but opened the second half on an 18 - 1 run that put to bed any hope of an upset for the Crimson Tide.

Looks good at the time but by the end of the game you feel sick and just want to go to bed.

Mustaphi is world class and needs to bed in, Kos is world class but needs a partner who is of equal measure, Ramsey is a pri Madonna who turns it on for country but NOT for club, Giroud just ai nt good enough and more importantly CONSISTANT enough to win the league, Walcott was rubbish and lazy and has improved but again is just not really consistent or good enough, Cazorla is world class but getting old and injury prone, coquelin is just not good enough, Bellerin is good but not world class just yet (though he will be), Monreal is ok but not world class Elneny is ok but not world class, and so on and on... the ONLY two players that any other team are consistently looking at are Sanchez and Ozil.

I believe also the reason he has looked unsure at times is just the pressure of such a move and with his age bedding in and getting used to Arsenal players and their game... to be a little expected i reckon.

Sometimes the things that are hardest are the most intimate — a first - grader's secret fear of going on the sports overnight because he still wets his bed, a freshman just looking at himself in the gym mirror that first day of high school wrestling tryouts, or years later lying awake and breathing in for hours before rolling out of bed to get on a flight to Helmand province.

Bull Cyclone came in, laid down the flowers and just stood there at the end of the bed.

One look at its glassy fa √ ßade and redwood trimming would tell you that the Seal Rock is another of the thousands of modern, aseptic motels that are as frequent as empty beer cans along the highways of the South and West, and it is in just such places that the professional golfers and their families like to bed down when their tour hits town.

Wenger will never ever sell am, that guy is the best midfielder England has seen in years, he plays like Messi just that he doesn't score like him, the perfectly weighted passes, defence splitting runs, dribbles too I'll prefer him at arsenal even if he spends the remaining of his career on the sick bed, believe me, he's that good and he's worth sticking with, and wenger knows He stuck with Ramsey whom he knows isn't as important as Wilshere, forget the goals.

Remind them, though, that you going to bed at 9 p.m. is just as hard for you as it is for them to stay up until 2 a.m..