Sentences with phrase «little friend likes»

Many «picky eater» puppy owners find that this is the one treat that their furry little friend likes, so if your pup doesn't have any grain allergies (there is oatmeal and barley in them), these are a great option.

Your Chocolate Black Bean Cookies were good, my kids & their little friends liked them too.

Not exact matches

This question is like trying to pick between having a dog that can do coffee runs and being best friends with Rihanna: a fun game that has little bearing on reality.

It's obviously geared towards having the chance of a romantic connection, but if it's not, then there's a great chance that it'll at least be a friend or someone that might be a good business connection or something, and so I think being geared towards just social discovery generally both makes it a more effective product and also there's still I feel like a little bit of a stigma associated with online dating, and this makes it just a much more accessible product.

With a little help from my friends, I started to like both parts of my life a whole lot better.

If you don't have someone like my friend ready and waiting, do a little research.

It is a little emotional to me, like parting with an old friend.

Carolina and Rosemary became friends and talked a lot about about their jobs and housing options while Angelyss and Syanne laughed, played games, and held their noses while they ate their vegetables — just like typical little girls.

With so much to think about as you transition to retirement, sometimes the most important parts of life like friends and family can get a little lost.

The best solution is to have a wide range of friends to help us see from different perspectives, but we often hang out with those like us, creating our own little bubbles.

The video and song start off harmless enough, until the 1:19 mark when Duncan gets into a rap battle with a TSA agent and transforms into a potentially offensive hip - hop stereotype to unleash rhymes like On a mission from God; I like to call Him a Friend / I think that people are sick, and He's the med - o - cine, and this mind - expanding verse: Think I'm just a white man with a sheltered life / Nice home, two cars, two kids and a wife / Just look a little closer while you're starin» at me / «Cause sometimes what you get is more than what you see.

When you inhabit the moral high ground like Theo believes he does, what's a little misrepresentation among friends?

Queen Mary, she's my friend Yes, I believe I'll go see her again Nobody has to guess That Baby can't be blessed Till she finally sees that she's like all the rest With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls She takes just like a woman, yes she does She makes love just like a woman, yes she does And she aches just like a woman But she breaks just like a little girl.

I will promote this little article of yours on Facebook cos I know some friends who'd like to hear this!

Family, friends, neighbors, co-workers and acquaintances from high school we stalk on Facebook all press us with the idea that we've got little margin for error in our twenties — that life should play out like a clear - cut script.

Any way I would like to give you a hug anonymous friend and maybe cry with you a little because of your hurt.

So, Zari may look like an ordinary Muppet, chumming it up with Elmo and friends, but she actually is a symbol of both female and child empowerment in a country that shows little value to either.

Of the dozen or so friends who were online at 9 p.m. the night before Thanksgiving — most of them men — three suggested that I cut the butter into little slivers and stick it through the air slits, which turned out to be a good idea except that my air slits ended up looking more like giant gashes through which butter was bleeding out of my pie.

To me, it would be more like endless little pop ups with «Jennifer Somebody would like to become your friend so she can share Jesus with you» Accept / Don't Accept

Many things in this story seem like coincidences: that I happened to get interested in James Joyce and ask my Catholic friend about chasubles; that I and my boyfriend Steve, now my husband, happened to meet the same Polish Capuchin in little Broken Arrow; that the priest who prepared us for marriage ten years later happened to be a Polish Dominican from the priory in which the Krakow seminar was held; that Prof. Russell Hittinger happened to come to Tulsa, which led me to Poland and to First Things, all of which played a part in bringing my parents into the Church.

Still, I see it a little like attending the wedding of your best friend and ex-spouse only a few months after the divorce.

And I, like Christian's friend Hopeful, have tried to be a faithful companion, though often I've been able to do little more than cheer or wince at the twists and turns of a life in science...»

And this I did, my friends; this I did, sprinting out of the house in the direction of church, mostly thrilled at the success of my devious plan thus far, but with a tiny dark roil somewhere near my spleen or gall bladder; and headlong went I through the little alley behind the Murphys» house, and toward the small bedraggled woods behind the firehouse, not even a forest but more like an overgrown vacant lot.

Now that the weight of the manuscript is lifted from my shoulders a little bit (although the work doesn't stop here), there will finally be some more time for all the things that often get neglected when a big project takes over one's life — more beach hangs with the fam, catching up with friends who've long declared me a hermit, grilling outside until sunset, and long, leisurely breakfasts, like this one.

Some plants do become like close friends, and we move them inside for a little longer.

I've made a sun - dried tomato pesto similar to this off and on for several years, but lately I've been getting my pesto fix with this lean mean green version, so going back to red pesto was a little like meeting up with an old friend you haven't seen in awhile.

It's too bad that not everyone appreciates the amazing opportunity the net affords us to interact with people we would otherwise never had found - as Alix said your posts makes me feel like I am getting a little window into the life of a friend.

Enjoy these pretty little tarts with friends and family, celebrating the start to a new school year (if you're a teenager, like me!)

As any friend of hers would tell you, Nicole is a wee bit dog - crazy, and would like to thank her main squeeze Zeus for having such an adorable little peanut butt.

thank you, thank you, thank you for: — maintaining such a consistently wonderful blog that brings me a little joy with every new post — writing in a completely endearing way that makes you feel like a far - away friend (slightly creepy, perhaps, but true)-- coming to vancouver to speak about and sign your book, which is exactly as beautiful and chock - full of deliciousness as i could have hoped.

A while ago my friend Amanda (it's her amazing and florescent carrot butter on that little whole grain toast in the background) introduced me to a pre-made quinoa tabbouleh salad at Costco, it had extra bells and whistles, like mung beans and brown rice, but it was lacking something so I decided to re-create it at home.

And I hope Coco's surgery went okay and she wasn't too scared or out of it when you went to pick her up — its horrible seeing our little furry friends like that isnt it!

I plan to clean the fridge and make it look more like my friend Lisa's fridge, little tubs of roasted squash and cut carrots beautifully waiting for the week.

It's not like we invited 50 kids to this thing, I think we'll have fewer than fifteen, even with Juliet's little friends coming along.

But the thing about staycations is, they allow you to really live, and put responsibility aside when other things come up — things like invitations for patio drinks at 2pm / 4pm / 8 pm on a beautiful summer day, a sporadic trip to the park to sit and read a good book, sleeping in way later than necessary, random backyard / living room yoga, or quick little road trips to visit friends that you just don't see often enough.

I'm not sure how much kids would like these - I have made them for a friend's kids before, but they were a little older, and like dark chocolate.

As I sit down to write this, it feels a little like calling an old friend you haven't talked to in years.

You are so lucky to have such wonderful friends in your life and it sounds like you had a magical time in the kitchen cooking up these little sweet buns.

Even though we eat a little bit of everything, I still like to experiment with recipes because it's nice to accommodate friends who do have dietary restrictions.

Just like the song, «I get by with a little help from my friends!»

The nose hits you hard: floral and a little musty, like a recently renovated friend's basement.

My little friend Jasper likes to collect beach glass near the boxy building where he informed me the pickings are good.

also maybe a little chopped celery.and a teaspoon of pickle relish... and a tsp of lemon juice... and here is the kicker... one can of tuna in oil... drain the oil... I just like its flavor better then the tuna in water... and serve on SOURDOUGH TOAST... it is absolutely deeeeeee lishous... This was served to me 50 years ago while visiteng a friend by her mother... I have made it ever since...

to be seasoned simply and roasted to bring out its nutty savory sweetness, sorghum, which gets a gentle simmer with a little salt and pepper, remaining uncomplicated and unpretentious to serve as perfect complement to the roasted squash and our sumptuous saucy friend, and on the logistics front, the matter of day turning into night much sooner than i'd like.

My friend shared these little snacks with me a few weeks ago, and while I'm not so sure how much they really taste like bacon, they are totally delicious with a great sweet + salty flavor.

You can know one another for years via computers, smart phones, and social media and get to know each other quite well, yet not know the little everyday details you might know about a friend when you know them in person — like their favorite color or what kind of car they drive or where they were born or the fact that you carry almost identical pink and white iPhone cases.

I just typed up a cute little note (mine had typos since I decided to start this project 40 minutes before show time) but I made up a cool composition for each of my friends, like Elm with Centaur hair core.

Got a little help some friends but at the end of the day the streak has been snapped and they can now focus on more important issues — like climbing out of the Bottom 4 in the Standings during the final 5 - weeks of the Regular Season.

It wasn't basketball at its finest — more like, it was basketball with four drinks on a Friday night when everyone is your friend, the music is just right, and all you want is to dance a little at your table because you know the nachos are coming out at any moment now.

Then I have a friend who just so happens to be a Nigerian prince that needs a little help getting his inheritance that I'd like to introduce you to.