Sentences with phrase «last time your friend»

When was the last time a friend pointed out one of your errors, one of your faults, one of your weaknesses?

It's really hard to smile on demand when you're in front of the camera, so a good trick instead, is to think about the last time your friend made you properly belly - laugh or perhaps think about that person you have a secret crush on.

A rollercoaster night of questions, coping, and debauchery is what Leigh's 29th birthday party becomes after she and her husband announce that it may be the last time their friends see her alive.

He remembers the last time a friend pressed him with such a question: «My buddy points over to the ArcLight, which is a theater right next to my house, and he goes, «You've got two movies that are playing there right now.

Last time a friend was in town from LA, I suggested we meet at a gallery in Chelsea, where Rirkrit Tiravanija was serving up free curry for lunch.

Think about it the last time your friend or partner pushed your buttons.

The last time friends, family, and colleagues saw Angela Foust, a top - producing sales associate at Windermere / Cronin & Caplan Realty Group Inc., in Portland, Ore., she and her boyfriend Luke Scully were preparing to spend Christmas in one of her favorite vacation spots: Khao Lak Beach in Phuket, Thailand.

Not exact matches

«One of the last times I spoke with the president, he said Melania had seen me on «Fox & Friends,» and she told him there was this really handsome guy on television talking about him,» he said.

In addition, the study determined that the last time the small business owners surveyed had needed funds, 62 percent had withdrawn personal savings, 22 percent had used business credit cards, 24 percent had used their personal credit cards and 10 percent had relied on family and friends.

After calculating and tallying up the maximum possible number of friends each person who downloaded it had at any given time, Facebook last week said the leak affected up to 87 million people, most of whom reside in the U.S.

The state didn't vote for him in 2016, and when some of his wealthy hometown friends pushed him last month to help on SALT deductibility, he joked, «You guys seem to be doing OK,» according to The New York Times.

The last time I went in, I sat at a table with friends and the barman — Jeret was his name — came over to tell me he had this new drink he thought I'd like.

We hear the voiceover say «His only regret is not knowing what regret feels like» before Goldsmith reiterates his familiar catchphrase for the last time --» stay thirsty my friends» — before disappearing for good.

Barinskiy and Kravitz decided to make one last - ditch effort and ask friends and family for enough money to buy them the time to repair the system's problems.

Just last week I asked a friend how Oprah manages to find the time in her life to run her empire.

But recently an economist friend reminded me of that last time that was the case: 2007, the eve of the financial crisis that triggered the Great Recession.

The timing was fortunate, as it was my good friend Saurabh Madaan's last week as a Googler.

The investigation began last March, when Gabriel Dance, a deputy investigations editor at The Times, ran into an old friend, Mark Hansen, at a conference.

and i know 10 people within a mile of the location, and i have 3 places to crash plus craigslist for a permanent place to live, and i'd be in 3 bands and 10 movies the second i set foot in nyc (i have a bunch of art - phag friends, i was six hours from being «gay nazi # 6» on some horror movie last time, that's the low caliber of fun, art for arts sake).

My friends have had their homes broken into, been given death threats and one time when a friend happened to mention what country he came from the person he had been talking to for the last ten minutes just turned around and walked away, not saying anything.

A Gallup Poll conducted just before last Christmas, meanwhile, shows that the most popular American Christmas traditions are exchanging gifts, putting up a tree, and spending time with family and friends.

I was telling a friend last night that I feel that I'm completely winging it most of the time.

• The Colson Center held a lunch - time forum on religious freedom at the Evangelical Theological Society meeting, and the four speakers were Timothy George and Ryan Anderson, both members of our Advisory Council, and Thomas Farr and Russell Moore, both friends of the magazine who've written feature essays in the last two issues.

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.

It was the last time many of our friends saw him.

last month our pastor apologized to the congregation at least 5 times for going to a certain restaurant (with a bar) to listen to a friend of his play in a band.

Each flower, each leaf, every greeting from a friend, every letter from a distance, every poem and every song strikes with double impact, as if we were sensing them for the first and for the last time.

We believe God led us back last year (12 years later, this time with our 2 kids in tow), though now without any straight church affiliations, just spiritual support of mentors and friends.

Over the weekend, courtesy of my friends at Netflicks, the wife and I watched what may be the most under appreciated film in quite some time, The Last Station.

How many times last year did you have friends over to your house?

check who used it last time, I mean your wife or your terrorist friends.

Halfway through the visit, a friend asked, «When was the last time you saw on television a shy person smile?»

become a man and come at last this hour: the lovely bride before the bridal bower, their family and friends, all smiles, embrace love writ so large that time can not efface this silver night's unbridled happiness.

I am the worst sinner ever i think... i lost my virginity since when i was 14 or more years... the first time i intercourse with the married woman (i do nt know she divorced or her husband died) and that was just once but kissed many times... then later i intercourse with another lady then after that with the another lady (girl friends)... then after that i have a long lasting relationship with another lady (nonchristian) we already intercourse for many times... and as years pases by..

The New York Times reports that Merrill Newman was on a nine - day tour of the country with a friend and two tour guides, but was detained upon trying to leave last month.

time for me to leave my country for 5 years study (medical field)... and while i am i that country (China) once i intercourse with a prostitute (i am really shamefull)... then after few times i found another girl in facebook (from my hometown only) then fall in love with her and that loves get stronger day by day (she is a christian) and i told her that im not virgin and i had this girlfriend and i did with prostitute so she forgives me and ask me to lie new life... but still i havent leave my e girl friend (i found difficult to leave her, i do nt love her much, but i do nt know how i love her in first place, she is much older than me), my ex gf came to suspects about my new relationship via facebooks post, comments, likes and all and sometimes i did told her that i have this new friend... as time passes by, she realised it and she do nt talk to me anymore till now... and last time i went home i met my new girl friend and we intercourse....

Mars Hill has invested much time and resources in Acts 29, building on the partnership work they had with David Nicholas (a good friend who died last year) and Spanish River Church.

It is a strange and engrossing work, written in a manner that many have compared to Tolstoy: stories within stories, huge chunks of raw material gleaned from the newspapers and agitprop pamphlets of the time, seemingly endless speeches by would - be rulers in the doomed Duma, and all against the background of a weak and ineffectual Tsar dominated by his wife and «our Friend,» Rasputin, with Lenin seething and scheming in Switzerland, waiting for his time to come round at last.

And at times visiting my last long time friend who is dying from cancer.

The last time I saw my sweet friend Amy was in April, when a bunch of us college girlfriends gathered together in Knoxville to throw her a baby shower.

When was the last time you even heard of a teenager sharing the Gospel with a school friend?

But I think of the Last Supper as haunting in another way as well — not just as a kind of shadowy dream of an event long past but also as a kind of foreshadowing of an event not all that far in the future, by which I mean our own last suppers, the last time you and I will sit down with a handful of our own closest frieLast Supper as haunting in another way as well — not just as a kind of shadowy dream of an event long past but also as a kind of foreshadowing of an event not all that far in the future, by which I mean our own last suppers, the last time you and I will sit down with a handful of our own closest frielast suppers, the last time you and I will sit down with a handful of our own closest frielast time you and I will sit down with a handful of our own closest friends.

Last night, I even spent some time with my best friend Dusty, sitting on his front porch and talking about life, work and faith.

Her grandmother was dying, and my friend wondered if she'd already unknowingly said goodbye for the last time.

He said his time on the RV was a «gift from God,» but he decided he needed to spend the last couple of weeks focusing on his non-believing family and friends in New Jersey.

I had friends over for the game last night, one of whom is vegan, and decided it was time to give this a go.

I woke up this morning with a craving for that warm, spicy - sweet flavor of banana bread and I remembered your «jacked - up» version from the last time I was studying your website looking at what my friends and I call, food porn.

I just mentioned it in my last comment, but yeah, I've been to TX once for a friend's wedding... in July... and it was outside... all I remember was nearly passing out about 3 times from the heat!

Think of the last time you made plans to get together with friends or family, and it didn't somehow involve food.

The other thing I've got is Joy's cake (just blueberries this time) that I made last night when we had some friends over.