Sentences with phrase «like nest beds»

Bed — Kittens like nest beds because they mimic sleeping with their litter mates.

Not exact matches

«I like to read before bed, but not business books.

When we pursue real understanding, we can progress beyond knowledge about an issue like child hunger or poverty to being moved to address the core issues that result in so many children not having a home or bed or even a toy to call their own, who wake up or go to sleep hungry, insecure or fearing for their own safety.

We like that it's a rather standard 14 - inch height, but if you want even more under bed storage, Zinus also has this very similar but not as popular 18 - inch bed frame model.

You most likely won't feel like exercising sometimes, opting for the salad over the donuts, going to bed at 10 pm, or working on the weekends, but you have to think long term.

As a result, we can often feel clueless about how to act or compelled to do things we really don't want to do (like share a bed with a co-worker on a business trip!).

Most of the time, I feel out of control and like I'm not making progress from the minute I get out of bed.

The Container Store did not have a bedding department like Bed Bath & Beyond, but Bed Bath & Beyond offered a fraction of the office supplies that the The Container Store did.

«Get in bed with someone like [Evans] now so you got complete access to a kid... because if the coach says nobody can come around — can't nobody f — ing come around,» Dawkins said, according to the complaint.

It's hard enough to get out of bed at the crack of dawn and when you wake up to do activities you don't enjoy... your new regimen can feel like torture.

Yes, there will be days when you don't feel like getting out of bed, but you will be glad you did.

At first viewing (second, third and fourth too)... the «Dream Girl» clip might seem like a great plug, but the burger bosses are worried customers will think they're in bed with Ratchford — which they say doesn't mesh with the company's image.

Our children are packed into schools like sardines, surgeries are cancelled for lack of beds, seniors die from mistreatment, labour unions and universities are gutted and our health and environment are degraded because the government won't enforce the law.

But, just like the furry creature that lived under your bed as a kid, the noneconomic bond investor does not exist.

Unlike competitors like Casper, Nest Bedding believes in a mixed online - offline model in its approach to the mattress market.

Didn't he say «Take up your bed and walk» — seems like a Ron Paul fan Of course, this is what happens when you believe in fairly tales — you can make them mean whatever you want

In all seriousness, though, the comforter on my bed has a tie - dye pattern, and the bit of the pattern shown in this picture (http://i1071.photobucket.com/albums/u516/aeternamente/Picture0021.jpg) looks exactly like Sophia playing a guitar, doesn't it?

It was probably via a midnight rabbit trail sort of web surfing and I probably saw something I like and then in my attempt to not forget about it yet still fall asleep at a reasonable hour I signed up, signed off, and went to bed.

The kingdom of God is like this: A man scattered seed on the land; he goes to bed at night and gets up in the morning, and the seed sprouts and grows — how, he does not know.

If you know you only have two hours of time to write after the kids go to bed or while your dad is at his physio appointment or thirty minutes on your lunch break (been there for all of those), you can't use that time to do all the other stuff like finally completing a will like you've always meant to do or you can spend it doing quizzes on Buzzfeed.

Ezekiel 17: 22 - 23, Mark 4: 26 - 29: The kingdom of God is like this: A man scattered seed on the land; he goes to bed at night and gets up in the morning, and the seed sprouts and grows — how, he does not know.

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.

This life is not a bed of roses like Osteen preaches.

I sometimes feel like a prisoner because I could not even attend my son's law school graduation and then I feel guilty because at least I can walk and my mother can't, she is a prisoner of her bed.

All my life I have taken care of myself, and it isn't a bed of roses to have to lie here like a baby and be waited on by people who grumble at you all the time they are doing it.

It's like a small scared child in a dark room claiming there is some monster out there in the darkness so you turn on the lights to show him there is no monster, but he just get's more scared claiming the monster must have hid in the closet or under the bed or anywhere you havn't yet looked, and when you do look and show them nothing is there it doesn't make them relieved, they get more upset because they now believe the monster is super fast or invisible or can teleport, because they know it's there, they can just feel it!

He should be sitting on a chair beside the bed, rather than standing, partly to show that he is not administering medicine but mainly to suggest that the nature of his ministry is through conversation, talking and listening, and other procedures like prayer and reading which also involve verbal means.

«Woe to those who lie upon beds of ivory, and stretch themselves upon their couches, and eat lambs from the flock, and calves from the midst of the stall; who sing idle songs to the sound of the harp, and like David invent for themselves instruments of music; who drink wine in bowls, and anoint themselves, with the finest oils, but are not grieved over the ruin of Joseph!»

STONER»S PRAYER Now I pass out into sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep Grant no other stoner take My weed and bong before I wake Keep me safely in thy sight And grant no crackhead's thrill tonight And in the morning let me awake Breathing scents of wake «n bake God protect me in my dreams and make this better than it seems Grant the time may siwftly fly When myself shall be so high In a green grass weed bed Where I long to rest my head Far away from all these scenes And the smell of bammer smoked by beans Take me back into the land Where the cops never take you out Where the weed won't burn my throat like sand; Where the scent of chronis blows Where the good Mary Jane grows; Take me back and I'll promise then Never to leave BC again... - Anonymous

Our country remained as one of the poorest countries for very long because the Cap, told us that our oil was not in a com - mer - cial qua - nti - ties, it was like that until the Com, have become to find it was not as the Cap, told us, who must have been br - i - bed to say so by a richer neighboring country...

Our country remained as one of the poorest countries for very long because the Capit - a-lists, told us that our oil was not in a com - mer - cial qua - nti - ties, it was like that until the Com - mun - ists have become to find it was not as the Capit - a-lists, told us, who must have been br - i - bed to say so by a richer neighboring country....

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.

«do not lie with a man like you lie with a woman» means that two men have to sleep in single beds or bunk beds.

Could it be that the two sides are more like each other than we care to admit??? LOL, why didn't they put the money they used to put up the billboard to prove without a shadow of a doubt that it is a myth and nothing in the bible actual happened since it's all about reason and science so we can put all the speculation to bed.

I can hear your thoughts; they sound like «I'll go to bed soon... but not yet.

Sometime I'd like to discuss with you your statement about the law and the gospel, but not tonite... it's after 2 and I need to go to bed.

Around 8 pm, I left him in bed with his lamp on and a bookmark in the book (he doesn't tolerate folded corners like his old man).

Gives you fats and proteins, lets you go to bed not starving, and helps keep you on the «fast» — I bet fewer people would do / like / order them if they didn't have at least one very filling drink!

Just make sure the dough is patted down with enough flour so that it isn't tacky, and throw down a generous layer of cornmeal onto your baking sheet - the dough should roll around on the cornmeal like it is on a bed of tiny ball - bearings.

When I think about things like this, I tend to conveniently ignore the fact that a bed and breakfast would also come with a whole slew of chores (and probably a lot of problems), and there would also be the task of creating small talk with guests, and if there's one thing I'm not great at, it's definitely chit - chat.

We will devour it; everyone will go to bed happy and my son will probably wonder why his mama can't just cook like that.

The first time we went out we had to leave a night early — the little one likes to scream when we try to put her to bed, which doesn't make for a great camping neighbor.

My internal clock just can't make sense of darkness before 5 pm, I feel like it is bed time.

I know I had planned on eating steak for dinner last night, but it was nearly 10:30 by the time I ate, and I just didn't feel like anything heavy sitting in my stomach before going to bed.

Jun wouldn't join us because he had a Mac and we all had Dells (really, it's just that he liked his bed more).

Btw I'm going to cut this post short cause I am feeling super tired now, didn't feel like having dinner (but why my stomach is grumbling now and it's almost time for me to go to bed... argh!)

And, if you don't feel like having them on a bun, by all means top your veggie burger on a bed of fresh leafy greens with a squeeze of lemon, some avocado, salt and pepper — so good just like that!

Tell me I'm not the only one who likes a little snack when the kids finally get in bed.

Wow, we are seriously on the same page this week — I made rice stuffed tomatoes on a bed of potatoes on Saturday afternoon, following a years - old recipe I found over on Rachel Eats, and they were fine, but not great like I wanted them to be — the rice goes soaks in the tomato sauce first, but doesn't actually get cooked, so some of it was a little too chewy for me.

I ADORE that I now can fast forward commercials on the tv shows I record because right before bed I swear they always show foods like pizza and even though I wasn't hungry, I wanted pizza after I saw it.