Sentences with phrase «lunch with a friend who»

I just had lunch with a friend who suggested that indeed their is evolution in the way we do church.

A market I visit, a new city I travel to, lunch with a friend who might order something I wouldn't ordinarily order, something new at the farmers» market, the weather, a recipe I find in an old cookbook at a yard sale.

We had lunch with friends who live near Old Granite Pier and after lunch we took a walk that led us under the old Stone Bridge (at Granite Street) to a beautiful quarry.

Or best; have lunch with a friend who is also pumping!

It was my birthday that day and I had plans to have lunch with a friend who shares my birthday and then to swim afterwards.

He says his radio ads are great and he had lunch with a friend who also is thinking about voting for him.

Recently I was having lunch with a friend who is starting her own business in the second half of her life.

I went to lunch with a friend who admitted that she wanted to be a mother but feared pregnancy because of «the whole weight thing.»

Flash forward a year and Phil is back at work as a cop, dealing with his grief with the occasional support group meeting and lunches with a friend who lost his daughter (John Leguizamo).

At lunch with a friend who wants to write, she mentioned a recently published book by a female author.

Over lunch with my friends who do the hiring for their companies, we discussed some of our pet peeves when doing interviews as well as things we love about dream candidates.

My administrator (APS) didn't have a problem with the loan, but I recently went to lunch with a friend who claims that the IRS frowns upon this.

Not exact matches

The money raised went to the San Francisco - based anti-poverty charity GLIDE, and the winner (who typically remains anonymous) gets to invite seven friends to lunch with Buffett at Smith and Wollensky steakhouse in New York City.

Ostensibly, while she was having lunch with the European Commissioner she received a phone call from her coalition mates, our old friends the DUP of Northern Ireland, who at the last minute experienced a change of heart regarding the border issue.

When I mentioned this to a friend of mine, who is a teacher in a non-denominational school, he suggested that I come over and have lunch with some of his pupils.

Opening the Deli has been a massive group effort and a lot of work has gone into creating a beautiful space to celebrate natural, simple, honest, and importantly delicious food for everyone who wishes to come by for a morning latte, an afternoon lunch with friends, or even a post dinner treat.

People who are sensitive to gluten (found in wheat, barley & rye) or who have been diagnosed with Celiac disease have the opportunity to enjoy a delectable lunch with friends and family while wine tasting at Wilson Creek.

I brought a loaf to school to share with my friends at lunch (which they all raved about and had no idea that it was Paleo banana bread that they were eating) but the people who didn't get any but were in the classes before lunch were searching around the room trying to figure out where the scent was aerating from.

I have a number of lunch packing friends who also have children with autism.

Nursing, changing diaper, changing spit - up clothes (baby's and yours), made a cup of tea, spent an hour trying to get in 10 minutes of Tummy Time so the baby won't be a dolt, spent 40 minutes getting the baby down for a nap which ended up lasting 20 minutes, made lunch and spilled half of it on the baby's head, clothing changes all around, nursing, found now - cold cup of untouched tea and drank it anyway, more nursing, baby falls asleep on you but wakes up if you try to move him so you just stay slumped on the couch with one leg forward and the other bent uncomfortably under you because this kid needs to sleep or we'll all diiieeee, nursing, realize you forgot about the weekly mothers» meeting which was your only adult outing dammit and now who will be your friend?

In fact, I was just out to lunch the other week with a dear friend who shared that when she's at home she can be, maybe, 50 % tuned into her work, but when she steps into an external workspace, she cranks up to 100 %.

I lived close enough to elementary school so that I sometimes went home for lunch, but I usually brought my own: almost invariably white milk, a cheese sandwich, some sort of chips (which I shared with friends who ate school lunch), and a packaged brownie (which I kept all to myself).

They're great for holiday parties when you want to dress up but the occasion isn't that formal, or even catching up with friends who are home for the season on a lunch date!

With a little over 20 people on the guest list and a full lunch planned, I knew I needed assistance even beyond my friends Lydia, who was handling all the decor, and Jen, who offered her tree - shaded yard and porch for the party.

Great article, but I feel that as a working mom we need to just also be represented... SAHMism is always so glorified, most of us who work feel like we are failing our kids in some way... So I work a full day, I ferry the kids, once home I bathe them, cook for them, pack their lunches, sing - read stories - do homework, put them to sleep, clean the house, do the budgeting, catch up with my family and friends online, have a coffe, run back to the kiddo moaning, whip out a boob to sush him back to sleep, fall asleep exhausted and do it all over again the next day.

If you fancy a day of doing the whole ladies who lunch thing with your friends, while the kids enjoy the soft play, Laundryheap means that you don't need to be tied to the house, you can send it off to the washing fairies, which means you can also let the kids play longer (and have a longer lunch).

It started out as a regular lunch play date with my friend and our kids... who knew it was going to be one of the last turkey sandwiches I was going to eat for a while, if ever again?

During my decision - making process, I had occasion to lunch with an old friend from high school who was training as a patent agent in the field of mechanical engineering.

I'm the kind of person who starts thinking about lunch while loading the dishwasher with my breakfast bowl; the kind whose NYC tour when family and friends come to town consists of a string of food shops and restaurants, with a bit of walking in between (true story: The first time he came to visit, my dad had to remind me that he was also interested in the Statue of Liberty and Central Park).

We are talking about trips to shopping malls, having lunches at fancy restaurants with her alone, or with her friends who don't give a damn about lifting, listening to their boring stories or having to attended social gatherings where you'll be forced to drink alcohol, lest you be called a «party breaker».

With my self - esteem now under constant assault, even by friends who'd begun to affectionately call me «lunch box,» I knew I wanted a change.

And it's like the first boy who told me we should just be friends out on the blacktop at recess, the girls who put their lunch boxes on the cafeteria benches so I couldn't sit down, the F in red ink on my spelling test, the words «I want a girl to spend my life with and you're just not her,» the music teacher who mocked me for getting too nervous to sing the right notes, the nasty comment from a stranger, and the job interviewer who doesn't even pretend to be interested all over again.

It's the friend who takes fitness classes with you, the coworker you grab healthy lunches with, the sister who texts to remind you to take your Vitamin D. I encourage you to keep building, using my mom's invaluable advice as your north star.

Well, I think you know the answer... I was still friends with the same friends (who I still love dearly today), ate at the same lunch table, sat with the same crowd in the football bleachers & stilled arrived at school every morning reeking of chlorine (I was on the swim team).

I had lunch with my friend (who also happens to be an amazing mom AND fellow fashion blogger!)

That 10 minutes or so story makes me want to be your best friend who laughs at the lotion moment, snort laughs coke out my nose trying to help moment, & pratically lol pees my pants at the «can you believe my wallets not with me, holy crap is this happening on my lunch hour» moment!

First I had to go to the south of Holland, Breda, where I meet up for lunch with one of my best friends and her mom, who is my mom's best friend.

Kunis is already a mother to the couple's daughter Wyatt Isabelle Kutcher, who turns 2 in October, and on Tuesday the 32 - year - old brought her summer - ready maternity style to a lunch out with friends in Los Angeles.

Matthew and I are heading downtown today for a lunch date with friends who had their baby just a week after us.

I grabbed lunch with my dear friend, sorority sister, and former roommate Audra who was in town on business last week.

I have a friend who is vegan and I never know what to make for her when she comes over with the other gals for lunch.

Anyways, recently I went to lunch with some friends and their babies and strolled into Anthro afterwards -LCB- and when I say strolled, I mean I literally * strolled * myself and Brody -LCB- who was yep, you guess it, in his stroller -RCB- into the store! -RCB-.

If you have a friend who tinkers in photography, barter a lunch date for some photos with you in natural light with a crisp foreground and the background out of focus.

Federal prosecutors say On my last trip down to sunny LA I was at a terribly hungover lunch with our Cali - friend Hugo who was meeting me for the first time.

At their first meeting at lunch, Carol, a mature and confident woman who has had previous same - sex relationships, in particular with friend Abby Gerhard (Sarah Paulson, «12 Years a Slave»), is struck by the girl's innocent charm.

The number of students who would be willing to do any of the following to encourage more intra-group interaction in school: introduce themselves to someone new, sit with someone different at lunch, help the school participate in Mix It Up at Lunch Day, choose someone they do not know for a pick - up team, dance with someone from another group, invite «outsiders» to a party with their friends, or join a club of others who want to «Mix It Up.&rlunch, help the school participate in Mix It Up at Lunch Day, choose someone they do not know for a pick - up team, dance with someone from another group, invite «outsiders» to a party with their friends, or join a club of others who want to «Mix It Up.&rLunch Day, choose someone they do not know for a pick - up team, dance with someone from another group, invite «outsiders» to a party with their friends, or join a club of others who want to «Mix It Up.»

He'd discussed it with Mark while having lunch in the Students Union Building; and Mark, in the incredibly tolerant way of one who's brushed aside death (he was a cancer survivor; his lower left leg was amputated), and who saw his friend's madness for what it was, said with self - deprecating reasonableness: «I think any kind of effort that brings relief to Africa is all right.»

Reading this book is like sitting down to an intimate lunch with a fun, passionate friend who loves both literature and children.

For example, in one story, «The Girl I Hate,» Lizzie goes to lunch with a skinny friend who joyously eats fattening food while Lizzie — dieting — nibbles on a salad.

But they do know the editor who is a best friend and who they have lunch with once a week.