Sentences with phrase «not kid friend»

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«I don't have kids, but once, visiting some friends on a farm, my buddy's youngest girl (5 or 6) at the time, was afraid of the chickens.

Not only will bringing your friend to your exercise class or shopping for your kid's school uniform brighten up the experience, but it'll help you pack more friend - time into your crammed schedule.

Whether it's coaching a kids» sports team like the CEO of Insureon, playing a regular game of pickup soccer like celebrity chef Marcus Samuelsson, or extending a standing invitation to your friends for a Sunday evening supper like Huckabee, all the successful people profiled in the book plot out their weekends in advance (though not every minute; just a few «anchor events,» as Vanderkam dubs them) and make active use of the hours they have.

You realize all of the trouble you have in life doesn't compare to one of your kids bumping her head on the table and wondering what her friends will think of her.

Mention it to veteran entrepreneurs, however, and they know immediately what you mean — the way parents understand things their friends without kids can't.

But the friend (if you have haven't figured it out yet) was a Democrat and she wasn't kidding.

She later said that the cast had «never been friends» and blamed them for why she hadn't decided to have kids.

«We try to talk to kids and work with them to get them to have big groups of friends and not be so possessive about friends,» Christine Laycob, director of counseling at Mary Institute in St. Louis, told the New York Times.

While a third friend stated her kid would never be able to go to birthday party if it wasn't for Amazon Prime delivering gifts the next day given her forgetful nature.

We had to rent in many places due to affordability issues and my kid has taken the brunt of all the moves... in terms of not having a constant set of friends both at home and in school... especially in school due to the many times we have moved and changed schools.

I have been encouraging friends to attend — I've never been in a church that felt healthier for me or the people around me (okay — my kids are resistant, when we don't go regularly, but it seems very healthy for all the people I know and love who attend).

You tell your kid not to believe in their imaginary friend... yet grown up, educated adults still can't process their rational thought and hang on to their teddy bear GOD for comfort... like Linus who can't give up his blanket.

God is an adult version of any kid's imaginary friend so let's not get carried away by complex meanings here; it was just a bunch of ignorant people listening to a great movie director rambling for 12 minutes.

If I make it appealing to me and to my friends and to my kids and if other people find that appealing then that's great, if they don't then that's ok too.

My advice to all normal folks, like it or not: study, work, love your kids, spauces & friends, don't pay any attention to self - serving politicians like Sharpton or Obama.

But I also want to say, if you had been here (I'm in Birmingham) and read some of the stories of people's kids being killed by this storm (so many had lost power already by earlier storms and had no idea F4 and F5 tornodoes were about to hit, and their kids were at friends» houses... and then those friends» houses were totally destroyed, and several parents lost all of their kids - I also know of several people who lost their wives AND all of their kids because they were at work while their family was at home)... anyways, if you could read some of these stories, who are you guys to tell them that their loved ones are not going off to a better place?

He may not be a friend of the poor but the Catholic Church is certainly no friend to vulnerable kids, especially little boys.

Holiness for me was found in the mess and labour of giving birth, in birthday parties and community pools, in the battling sweetness of breastfeeding, in the repetition of cleaning, in the step of faith it took to go back to church again, in the hours of chatting that have to precede the real heart - to - heart talks, in the yelling at my kids sometimes, in the crying in restaurants with broken hearted friends, in the uncomfortable silences at our bible study when we're all weighing whether or not to say what we really think, in the arguments inherent to staying in love with each other, in the unwelcome number on the scale, in the sounding out of vowels during bedtime book reading, in the dust and stink and heat of a tent city in Port au Prince, in the beauty of a soccer game in the Haitian dust, in the listening to someone else's story, in the telling of my own brokenness, in the repentance, in the secret telling and the secret keeping, in the suffering and the mourning, in the late nights tending sick babies, in confronting fears, in the all of a life.

And at the same time, I see our homes and our travels, our tears and our laughter, I see him standing in the room and weeping over tea - towels with never - babies inside, and I see us holding the now - growing - up babies as they learn to walk, and I see him looking at me across our old bed that he built with his own hands and I see us as kids and I see us as lovers and I see us as best friends, and I see us just last night as we staggered through a sleepless night with lanky kids who couldn't sleep well and I think, God, we grew up together.

I can't believe how many young people I know now, friends of my own children, kids who hang out at our own house, who's hearts have been crushed beyond recognition and sometimes I wonder beyond repair... some by their parents, some by other authorities, and some by the church.

«I still feel disgusted with myself for letting some punk kid in a pizza shop and a police officer who couldn't take a second to listen rob my friends and me of our dignity that day.

Meanwhile, the slightly - older - than - middle - age grandmother who doesn't play the piano so well — or the forester who loves to study the Bible but can't make it every Sunday — or the welder and his wife, who homeschools their 3 children with the desire to minister to their kids and their friends but can't because they ticked off the pastor's wife on the last trip — they'll just sit and wait, or wonder if they should leave and re-enter.

When I talk to my good friend who is a very conservative Catholic who views taking communion as sacred and every crumb is representative of Christ's body and not one crumb will drop... then compare it to how we do it at church... everyone ripping bread from the same loaf, crumbs everywhere, kids spilling the «wine»... does it really matter... is one more right than the other... one upholds church law on how communion will be performed versus our laid back version.

Some of the kids say their parents think they will find a friend to stay with or maybe a homeless shelter, but that frequently doesn't happen.

With the exception of a few wackos in the Idaho panhandle, home - schooling parents are not bent on isolating their children, and most home - schooled kids make friends through the Scouts or church groups or volunteering.

We must accentuate the positive of high art, telling our students and kids and friends not «The music and movies you consume are junk,» but «Today, let's try The Magnificent Ambersons, not Breaking Bad,» or «Let's listen to Mahler's Fifth, not Classic Rock — just for a change.»

have you ever heard the story of when jesus was a kid playing with his friend and his friend fell off the roof and died... everyone in the village blamed jesus for his death, jesus not wanting to take blame that wasn't his brings the boy back from the dead and askes him «did i push you off roof?»

I protect kids for a living, do everything I can to help ALL people, respect all life and give everybody their dignity, give my time and resources to help others, complain little, hurt nobody, want minimal things for myself and often go without, sacrifice for family, friends and community, but because I do not think there is a deity in the sky, I'm going to Hell while some selfish, ignorant, mean, destructive, abusive and hateful person who says, «Sorry» to God at the end of their life goes to Heaven.

To Ken Margo: I am totally agree with you about this evil thing going around the earth... this evil minded people is there everywhere regardless of faith... that was not what i was trying to say... my point was to be able to recognize the One True God who is Unseen and who has no partners as He is not in need of any partners but we the creation is in need of Him... thats all... I wish I could do something to stop all these taking place around the earth... I think we human fear the fed laws more than we fear the laws of our Creator, for example not to associate any partner with Him, taking the life of others, drug dealing, human trafficking, believing in hereafter and so on... I remember a story that I was talking with one of my friends... I was telling him look we all obey the law of the land so much like for example when we drive and no one moves even an inch when there is a school bus stop to pick / drop kids as it is a fed laws but when it comes to the laws of our Creator, we don't care... like having physical relationship outside of marriage and many more... then he said something nice... he said that its because we see the consequence of breaking the law of the land but we do not see the punishment of hereafter even though it is mentioned very details in Quran, it even gives pictures of hereafter....

But he answered his father, Think how many years I have served you, and I have not disobeyed your orders, but you never gave me a kid so that I could have a feast with my friends, and now when your son comes, who wasted your property with prostitutes, you kill the fatted calf for him.

And now I just feel «guilty» because I respect my friend who recommended the book to me, and it «worked» for him, but it doesn't «work» for me, so I wonder what is wrong with me, or wrong with my kids, or wrong with our family.

You don't make a lot of friends dampening a conversation by saying, «Yeah, well what about the kid who just died of AIDS in Africa?»

I am close friends with a stay at home mom in TN, and we text each other with comments and anecdotes about us and not just our kids.

The new version of the social media's messenger app «Messenger Kids» will make it easier for children to safely video chat and message with family and friends when they can't be together in person.

Peregrine: Jesus didn't die... he slept for 3 days, nothing more... if he was dead he would not have gotten back up (no - one else has ever come back to life after 3 days... what makes your imaginary friends kid so special?).

We are outside the four walks and absolutely love living in the liberty of the Spirit... we get to serve kids at poverty level and have become good friends with them... it's refreshing to be accepted by them when rejected by the religious leaders in town for not going on Sunday to their building.

I don't think that kids need any explanation about why a friend has two mommies or two daddies..

If I snap at my kids, I don't need to go to my Facebook friends as if they're the world's largest confessional booth.

In evangelical circles, he's like the kid from high school who makes crude jokes at every opportunity, uses the words «gay» and «queer» to describe the things he most detests, encourages his friends to subject the unpopular kids to ridicule, and belittles the guys who aren't «macho» or «manly» enough to be in his club.

1 Working late 2 To a social event we know we won't go to 3 Visiting people we don't get on with 4 Going for after work drinks 5 Giving into the kids for an easy life 6 Offering to look after someone else's kids or pets 7 Team - building days 8 Agreeing to give a speech 9 Going to a partner's work event 10 Going on holiday with extended family or friends

We have lots friends who can't have kids.

And then my young vet friend said, «We may not have a draft in America, but we have an economic draft... kids like me are joining the military because they see no other future.»

Or when a bunch of my kids» friends spontaneously end up playing at my house for the day, and there's not much around to feed them: that's a perfectly good time to rely on high quality store - bought pizza as far as I am concerned.

The Bug's mood changed instantly, the kids gobbled up their pasta and tomato veggie sauce, we got to chat with our friends that we don't see often enough.

I don't have kids but with experience via friends and family truly believe those carseats are getting heavier each year.

Since we don't live near our family members, friends like Chrysoula, her husband Basil and kids have become our surrogate family.

I think of her every day, but when Mother's Day comes around, I especially have these thoughts... and then I find myself feeling grateful that my kids do have a Grammie in their life, and that my husband's mom has become not only a mother - figure in my life, but a friend.

«My mission is to make hemp such a common occurence that our kids will grow up listening to us gripe about how the kids don't respect the changes we made, while they roll their eyes, storm out of the house in their hemp jeans, stealing the keys to the bio-fueled car, blaring tunes while they munch on a hemp powerbar, on their way to the cafe to meet with their friends to smoke a joint, have a coffee and listen to «real, up - and - coming culture jammers, not like the ones our friggin» parents» claim to be.»

These plans are designed for people who live on their own, a parent who wants to indulge themselves while their kids have their favorites, couples that can't agree on what they want for dinner or caregivers providing meals to a parent or friend.