Sentences with phrase «milk glass around»

I've just started to notice more milk glass around.

I've just started to notice more milk glass around.

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Having the family gather around the breakfast table, filling our bowls with goodness while sipping our cups of coffee and glasses of milk.

In my other life of wanting to be a director or boss of something I carry clipboards around and wear trendy glasses and carry almond milk lattes and graciously boss people around.

The almond milk will store in tight sealed glass jar / bottle in the fridge for around 5 days, it could be longer but I have never let it go that long cause well I drink it all!

What's more, the added sugar raises the carbs - to - protein ratio of a typical glass of chocolate milk to around 3:1, which happens to be the ideal ratio to help the body recover after working out.

A glass of milk (around 200 mL) provides 300 mg of calcium.

That's the best we can do as the FDA is too bogged down with issues like the dairy industry trying to sneak sugar into milk without labeling it and the constant craziness with Big Pharma — I have friends who do or have worked there, there's no «extra» money for the FDA to go around figuring out exactly what all the compounds in a glass of milk do inside your body.

Currently, I am eating 2 boiled eggs and a glass of silk milk unsweetened vanilla flavor in the morning, fruits for lunch and broccoli or cauliflower or spinach cooked in oil which accounts for around 550 calories, and I have been following this diet for about 1 week and I do jumping jacks workout # 1 for 2 times a day.

At our local farms here in NW Oregon, you can get walnuts in the shell for $ 2.20 per pound, and then once cracked, you average around $ 4 per pound, which works out to about $ 1.25 per quart of this fabulous milk, or 25 cents a glass!

I kept a few of the stemmed milk glass pieces on the table, and staggered them around the faux wood candlesticks I got from Kirklands.

Kelly is horrified, the kids (who are always everywhere in the frame) are frightened, and mother, her wrists bloodied by her effort to break her fall into shards of milk bottle glass, struggles to get to her feet amid the slippery red and white liquid that swirls around her.

I glanced around the room, and the audience was as pale as a glass of milk.

Milk glass is staple around here and the perfect vessel for blooms, acorns or whatever seasonal decor you are using.

Yesterday I showed some photos on my blog of the new milk glass I bought and the flowers I put in it to brighten things up a little bit around here.

Oh, and my brain retains snapshots from infants school — learning to sing «Frere Jacques», poking around in drains for coins to buy 6 - cent packets of Chickadees from the canteen, being mortified about not pronouncing «choir» correctly during a reading test with the principal (couldn't understand why it wasn't choy - er), sitting on painted circles drinking warm milk out of glass bottles for morning tea, hiding my bananas behind the sink in the classroom because someone called me a monkey, sliding down a pole and injuring myself in an intimate area with a sharp bolt, blood on my undies, terror about the damage I might have caused down there, never telling a soul until now...

For spring - into - summer around here, I'm very inspired by the creamy pale greens in Jadeite or milk glass (both faux and vintage), simple blue and white flour or grainsack stripes, white florals and natural wood tones.

I also have the smaller feather pattern milk glass pot that goes for around $ 10 - 15 on the same sites.

For now, I am displaying my milk glass collection in my farmhouse kitchen but I like to move things around and this will probably be temporary home for my growing collection.

The taller milk glass vase (with a feather pattern around the base) that you're referring to was made by the US based glass company, Randall.

If you don't know the children's book I'm referring to, basically a mouse asks for a cookie, but then once he has the cookie he wants a glass of milk, and so on and so on until he has asked for so many things that finally he loops back around to asking for milk and cookies again.

Things I remember about infants school: learning to sing «Frere Jacques», poking around in drains for coins to buy 6 - cent packets of Chickadees from the canteen, being mortified that I couldn't pronounce «choir» during a reading test with the principal (couldn't understand why it wasn't choy - er), sitting on painted circles drinking warm milk out of glass bottles for morning tea, hiding my bananas behind the sink in the classroom for weeks because someone called me a monkey...