Sentences with phrase «never come out of my room»

Plus, they are told to never come out of their room after 9:30.

Needless to say, his failure on the Common Core tests shattered him as failure was the catalyst that led the boy to cite, «If I don't pass the test, I will feel miserable and never come out of my room.»

Not exact matches

As an overly - serious perfectionist who would have wanted to crawl out of the room and never come back, I admire my mom's good humor.

Did you crawl out of the room and never come back?»

You never want to be that guy — and we all have a coworker who's that person — who, as soon as they come into a meeting, they drain all the energy out of the room... You want to come into the office and give everyone a kick in their step.»

But I have to come out of the closet and admit that I've never seen a «miracle», like someone's sight restored, or a limb replaced, or cancer cured, or the lame walk, or someone brought back to life (I'll have to tell you the story some time of a guy who tried to get me to sneak into the back room of a funeral home just before the funeral was about to begin to pry open the coffin and raise the man from the dead.

So my mother, who had never been out of these little rural areas, took the nurse's training course, went to Denver, took a room in a crummy section of town, and got a job as a nurse's aid in Children's Hospital so she could come in and see me.»

They have a shelf life of 8/10 years at the very top if they are lucky so who can begrudge them the opportunity to make hay whilst the sun is shining... am not saying Sanchez is not money driven but the way the guy plays i can mortgage my life he actually enjoys the game, enjoys wining first and foremost then money comes 2nd... like the author of the article rightly pointed out, he was in Messi's shadow at Barca and could not express himself fully, now he is at a club where he is the main man and given a free role and license to express himself and i very much doubt if he will want to go to a club like Madrid (as been rumoured in the dailies today) to relieve the bad experience he suffered at Barca because let us face facts, he is never going to displace CR7 as the main man, so even if Madrid sells Benzema or Bale to make room for him he will be back to the same position he was at Barca, this time he will be playing 2nd fiddle to CR7 so my guess is all the Madrid talks is been fed the press by his agents to drive a hard bargain when contract extension talks resumes.....

(JUDAS ALEXI$ $ ANCHEZ), I don't care what Ya'll think, maybe he has stated he will be leaving Arsenal or not or maybe he's still on holidays that is not an excuse for him not to sign a new deal, the FACT he is and his agent are trying to manipulate the club, he has never come out to quench the rumors in anyways and we all know even Bellerin assured us all he's contracted to Arsenal and going no where this season after series of rumors from the press liking him to Barcelona, $ anchez should come out and tell us if he's leaving once and for all and he should stop playing games, it's high time Arsenal make a drastic decision as regards $ anchez issue, it's either he leaves or not, we can have this kind of atmosphere in the dressing room before the season starts, i believe all contract issue should be sorted out before we kick start the season to give us a good shot..

I'm not sure if you are still looking for advice, but I have experience with it... My 8 yr old stayed in the bed with me (and hubby) since day 1, when I got pregnant with my second when he was 16 mths old, we set up his room with a toddler bed (he could get out of his playpen since 9 mths un-assisted, and never had a crib) so we made sure it was fun and playful and gave him that option, we also set up a separate cot beside out bed, so he could be with us still (I was not comfortable being pregnant with a toddler and hubby in bed then, knowing I would have a baby soon) since I was pregnant I was able to talk about it to him and explain why he was going to have to one day move to his own bed (in our room or his) by the time I had the baby he was starting the nights in his own bed and if he woke up he would come into his cot beside our bed... I let him continue like that as long as he wanted, it took time but I did not push him at all, same with breast feeding I let him make the choice... when I left my hubby (now ex) the boys were both big enough (2 and 4 yrs) for me to be comfortable with them both in bed with me, and I was still nursing my younger one until he was around 3.5 yrs old, so we just had a big bed with us all piled in, I miss those days so much: (so how did I finally get them both out of my bed?

I came out shaking, dabbing at my eyes, and vowing never again to write the c - word in shit on the walls of a women's room.

The condo comes with a laundry room that has a full size washer and dryer so you never run out of fresh clean clothes.

And with Banjo Kazooe: Nuts & Bolts and Loco Roco 2 coming this month, I may never crawl out of this game room again.

, you are lying on the floor of your place looking up, a small draft runs through the room, between the door and the window, and all things seem perfectly still, wind only disturbs concrete in imperceptible ways, or it may take millions of years to be noticed and, as the air runs through the space, all your plants move and all is animated and all is alive somehow, and here are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, and that wind upon your plants is the common air that bathes the globe, and we have no ambitions of universalism, and I'm glad we don't, but the particles of air bring traces of pollen and are charged with electricity, desert sand, maybe sea water, and these particles were somewhere else before they were dragged here, and their route will not end by the door of this house, and if we tell each other stories, one can imagine that they might have been bathed by this same air, regrouped and recombined, recharged as a vehicle for sound, swirling as it moves, bringing the sound of a drum, like that Kabuki story where a fox recognizes the voice of its parents as a girl plays a drum made out of their skin, or any other event, and yet I always felt your work never tells stories, I tend to think that narrative implies a past tense, even if that past was just five seconds ago, one second ago was already the past, and human memory is irrelevant in geological time, plants and fish know not what tomorrow will bring, neither rocks nor metal do, but we all live here now, and we all need visions and we all need dreams, and as long as your metal sculptures vibrate they are always in the Present, and their past is a material truth alien to narrative, but well, maybe narrative does not imply a past tense at all and they are writing their own story while they gently move and breathe, and maybe nothing was really still before the wind came in, passing through the window as if through an irrational portal to make those plants dance, but everything was already moving and breathing in near complete silence, and if you're focused enough you can feel the pulse of a concrete wall and you can feel the tectonic movements of the earth, and you can hear the magma flowing under our feet and our bones crackling like a wild fire, and you can see the light of fireflies reflected in polished metal, and there is nothing magical about that, it is just the way things are, and sometimes we have to raise our voice because the music is too loud and let your clothes move to a powerful bass, sound waves and bright lights, powerful like the sun, blinding us if we stare for too long, but isn't it the biggest sign of love, like singing to a corn field, and all acts of kindness that are not pitiful nor utilitarian, that are truly horizontal as everything around us is impregnated with the deadliest violence, vertical and systemic, poisonous, and sometimes you just want to feel the sun burning your skin and look for life in all things declared dead, a kind of vitality that operates like corrosion, strong as the wind near the sea, transforming all things,

I once gave myself the chance to design my dream house (I was pregnant with my first child, in the daydreaming phase, nostalgic of my days in architecture school) and I decided to leave out a space for the formal living room, as you say it is a room that is never used but very well put together - a.k.a. a very impractical use of good furniture... anyway my dream house was never built, my home does have a living room which my husband insisted on completely furnishing, i do hope people (read: in laws) that come over decide to sit in there instead of going directly to the family room, hope this makes the family room a private space now!

The kids and husband never close them all the way when they come out of there, and I swear heat comes out of the room.

My mom gave us this chandelier, which came out of her former dressing room before a renovation, but I never really loved the brushed nickel.