Sentences with phrase «long hugs from»

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Being an atheist is a choice made from life long experience not learned from some pulpit hugging airbag.

I think the point I'd like to make most is that letting kid CIO does NOT mean you're distant from him / her - if he calls (insistently enough), we'll visit to make sure he's ok and hug him over the rails as long as it takes for him to settle down.

You said: I think the point I'd like to make most is that letting kid CIO does NOT mean you're distant from him / her - if he calls (insistently enough), we'll visit to make sure he's ok and hug him over the rails as long as it takes for him to settle down.

I borrowed some words from Blair and told him that with his quilt, I was hugging him all night long.

Gabe, 11, scrambles down from the top bunk for a long hug and a quick kiss before retreating back to his book, but Xander, 14, wants to talk.

The two men, engaged in a long - running public battle that has even affected public policy, both spoke about achieving a higher minimum wage, and then shook hands and hugged at the end of the one - mile trot from 145th Street to 125th Street.

The chamber's policy now offers a long list of examples of what can constitute sexual harassment — from hugging, flirting and sexual jokes to propositions, questions about sexual activities and sexual assault.

I never felt so grateful for my body, for my big hips, my cellulite, my frizzy hair, my long gangly toes, and all the idiosyncrasies that make me unique, than when I watched dozens of women afflicted with cancer, most now living without one or both of their breasts, practice yoga without any sense of comparison or competition, without trepidation or worry, or when I received the warmest hugs from these women, without a shred if insecurity or inhibition.

We want photos of you sweeping the glitter off the village hall floor; heading out to teach 5 people on a dark evening half an hour's drive away after a long day at work; your piles of philosophy books stacked next to your mat; your tabs of marking for trainees; the scrubby you use on the handstand footprints on the wall; the loose change rattling in the donation box after the PWYC; your studio rent bill; the baby sick on your yoga top after mums and baby yoga; the holes in your favourite decade - old yoga leggings; the charity shop where you buy more; coffee stains on cork blocks and the hospital room where you teach cancer patients; the costume box for your yoga and theatre kids class; your ID badge for prison work; the hug from the student who finally learned to stand on one leg...

From sexy cropped and ankle baring hems to longer styles that hug in all the right places, your legs have never looked better.

It is like having a hug from a bear all day long.

In this instance, I perfected my look with my SPANX black Extended Length Short to keep me svelte from waste to knee, which was perfect for the longer cocktail length of my curve - hugging dress!

This lively rainbow print dress always ready for party.The short length party dress has an asymmetric neckline accomplished with long bell sleeves showing a classic feeling.Colorful print material cut in sheath silhouette hugs the body in natural waistline to mini hem outline the pretty slim adding more attractive and charming look during the party.Help you getting all eye catching from the different directions.

Imagine yourself returning from a long, foreign deployment to a bear hug from that special person with whom you've been corresponding online, and who knows everything you've gone through.

Following hugs from Ryan and Academic Dean Bridget Terry Long, Afolabi's father turned to the audience and cupped his hands raising them to the audience in thanks.

There are many things that I find different in my new role — I no longer get hugs and high fives from children as a daily acknowledgement of the importance of my work, I haven't cleaned up vomit from a floor, and I get to ride my bike to work much more often than in the past.

Comfortably enclosed in the gorgeous body - hugging sports seats, the driver is protected to a certain degree from the Anniversary's direct conversations with sharp bumps and dips in the road while directing proceedings through the delightfully sharp, light and accurate steering and the oily - smooth, if slightly long - throw and occasionally baulky (usually when upshifting from third to fourth gear) manual gearshift.

There are numerous long - distance walking paths that criss - cross the entire country, including the GR221 in Majorca (also known as the «Dry Stone Route»), the GR92 which hugs the Mediterranean coast from north to south, and the magnificent GR131 in the Canaries.

Just returned from a week long trip in Central America with this belt and I have to say it is quite comfortable and really hugs your body.

What you really long for as a mother of a child with reactive attachment disorder, however, is to get one authentic hug from your child.

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.