Sentences with phrase «never lived in a house»

He lived with kids and has been around other dogs, but has never lived in the house.

He'd never lived in a house before.

Odie in coming to his new home never lived in a house before so everything from stairs to rooms scared him.

As a former sled dog, he's never lived in a house before so he is still working on potty training but is doing well.

MS. ANTIN: Well, no, but you see we'd never lived in a house before.

Image credit: KidsDish.com Microwaves vs Regular Ovens: the Green Cooking Debate I've never lived in a house with a microwave.

The other partner, also having grown up poor, never lived in a house, only apartments, and wants to save up and get ahead so they can own a home and not live paycheck to paycheck.

I have never had a seller refuse to complete one unless they have never lived in the house they are selling.

I've never lived in a house full of women so this should be an experience.

«I never lived in a house,» he says.

The public wants a home to look a certain way when they are shopping to buy but the majority would never live in a house that looks that bare, neutral or stark.

We've never lived in a house with 8» ceilings before.

Since we moved to North Carolina 10 years ago, I have declared that I will never live in a house that does not have a screen porch.

A question about sectionals, since I've never lived in a house with one!

Not exact matches

Schultz lives very nicely now — Bhambi Custom Tailored suits, a Colorado ski retreat, and a beach house in New York's Hamptons, where Bono and Madonna have visited — but the memory of Brooklyn is never far away.

To me, there is a certain irony in the fact that the dogs of old who were punished until they became obedient never entered a cage, roaming free through the house and the yard, while the modern dog is trained through treats, and spends most of his life inside a cage («crate»).

Answer: I've never got that far, everything was stolen from me with the exception of the house I live in now.

Never mind that I'm living in a town where the population is 127 people, and I barely have time to work at my job, and spend time with my wife and kids, and take care of the house, and write a blog post every now and then.

Most Relatable: Emerging Mummy with «In Which I Can Feel Like Sisyphus» «When I'm picking up for the eleventy - billionth time, when every one needs to eat and it seems like wejust ate, when we are wondering what to do with our one wild and precious life that sure isn't feeling very wild or precious right about now, when the laundry is piled unfolded and someone spills their full glass of milk on the floor I just washed and the bickering and noise enters its second hour and the house is too hot and there isn't much time for the things that I want to do on the day off, I feel like Sisyphus, futile, pushing a rock up a hill that will never summit.»

For some, it is the live - in 24/7 «house - keeper / child care provider / cook» who never earns enough to pay off her employer who brought her to this country.

I never leave the house much let alone eat fast / convenience food and I avoid the new, yes I really do live in my own bubble as I'd not heard of these and when I expressed my joy to my partner he's all like «yeah I know».

I love that you found a gem of a street in the very place you've been living for years... it reminds me of the dream I have occasionally of finding a another room in my house I didn't know was there, behind a door I never opened.

we live in a tiny backwoods town that hardly anybody has heard about, so we've never gone trick - or - treating before; honestly the idea of getting candy from a whole bunch of stranger's houses kind of freaked me out.

I was definitely nervous about going to live in a house for four days with people who I had never met, but everyone connected instantly and I was excited for the next couple of days.

All our friends, who never even spent a thought on Indian food in their lives, got to know the food in my house and unless they are all really good liars (which I don't think they are), they all loved the curries and the dhals and the samosas they had in my house.

We've been living in our home for fifteen years now and up until this fall, we had never put a hammer or paintbrush to anything in the house except for Paloma's baby room, right before she was born.

I know what my family will and will not enjoy eating and a lot of the time these tastes do not align with mine so I have this continuous dinner party happening in my head where I get to make (and eat) all the things that would never fly in my real life house.

Almost all the houses in our area were full of people, music filled the air night and day, and we met neighbors that we have never seen in the year that we have lived here.

We had a similar worry when we were looking for housing, desperately wanting to live in a neighborhood in PDX where houses are never available (or affordable, for that matter.)

I wash, I clean, I clear, I cook, walk to dog, buy the food, repair the house, I am a successful person in my own right (we have no money worries and never will have), I'm faithful, yet life is work or kids school work.

I had a distinct image of what he would be doing in the first months of his life, of how he would recline in a lined wicker basket such as the kind I never owned, woven and biblical — a Moses basket, it was called in several of the catalogues of baby items that had begun to crowd my house.

I have never in my life felt so frustrated, lost and alone, because I had basically been locked in our house for over 2 weeks with them and had forgotten what real human contact was like.

I can barely keep one of my boy's from climbing every surface in our house, never mind saving his life 70 times a day while tending to a newborn!

A combination of big city apartments, grad student housing, and living in countries that don't do the whole Halloween thing means that I've never actually had someone show up at my door looking for candy, let alone allergy - safe treats for Halloween.

Sure, they're from a house we lived in two years ago, but better late than never right?

Hello to every one out here, am here to share the unexpected miracle that happened to me three days ago, My name is Jeffrey Dowling, i live in Texas, USA.and I «m happily married to a lovely and caring wife, with two kids A very big problem occurred in my family seven months ago, between me and my wife so terrible that she took the case to court for a divorce she said that she never wanted to stay with me again, and that she did not love me anymore So she packed out of my house and made me and my children passed through severe pain.

It soon became obvious that if I «scheduled» my life around nursing, I would never leave the house, so I learned to do it standing up — in the middle of Toys» R Us.

3 - About a mile from our house sits an assisted living facility that we drive past daily - we have never been in.

When they died, the Prime Minister told the House that we should never forget the sacrifice that they had made, just as he did some three hours ago in respect of the death of the Welsh Guardsman who lost his life yesterday.

What are hard - working people who travel long distances to get into work and pay their taxes meant to think when they see families — individual families — getting 40, 50, 60 thousand pounds of housing benefit to live in homes that these hard working people could never afford themselves?

We tune in to be reminded of what CSI, House, and the rest will never remind us: how easily and thoroughly any humdrum human existence can be transformed if you wrest your attention from the tawdry Technicolor scenery of life and train it instead upon the murk and gloom and the shadows that surround us.

When you live alone, you never have to fight for space in the medicine cabinet, you can watch whatever you want on TV whenever you want, you can dance around your apartment or house with wild abandon, and you're free to eat an entire pint of ice cream for dinner in your underwear without being judged.

I'd never heard about the make - up or shoes at the door before, although in the area we live it is customary to take your shoes off when you enter a house and we no longer have carpeted areas.

I didn't see any loosing weight because my BMI = 21.5 so I didn't see the difference — maybe because we have a balanced life and eat clean (farm products, I avoid supermarkets and specially the pharmacies) and never sick in our house about years (maybe because we eat a lot of salads?

About the downsizing: we never really «up - sized» so our house isn't overly big, but I'd really like to try living in an RV.

I think a few things have inspired it (prepare yourself for the longest run on sentence ever): my secret desire to move to a brand new house that is dashed by the fact that I will never be able to sell the money trap I live in love my neighborhood, my not so secret abhorrence of

Don't get me wrong - I would never feel comfortable leaving the house in sweatpants, but right now there are other things in my life...

After living in base housing and being forced to have all white walls, I Never want to wake up in an all white room again.

I have tried the joggers on occasion, but they never turn out quite as well for me and they always end up in my jammie / loungewear drawer never to be seen in blogland or in real life for that matter (except the really real life in the confines of my house!).

Hello well i «am just a normal guy who likes rock music abit small for my age but i «am very caring i «ve never had a girlfriend or sex and i live alone in two bedroom house