Sentences with phrase «of bed head»

• Noisy fan unit (or undersized) • Fan unit in badly chosen location, eg above bedroom ceiling • Lack of sound separation at fixings • Lack of sound attenuators in ductwork • Poor choice of and / or location of supply & extract terminals (eg just above likely position of bed head)- may also lead to draughts • Commissioned at too high a fan speed (may also lead to dry air / discomfort & excessive energy use).

The 36 - year - old vice-president of one of North America's biggest toy companies is dressed in the official company uniform: flip - flops, cargo shorts, T - shirt and sunglasses, perched just so atop a crop of bed head.

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I begin at 3 a.m. (the joys of working on a morning television show) and continue to use my iPhone until I head to bed around 9 p.m. I check email, post pictures and video to social media, stream live video and surf the web.

«Head to bed on time as part of a calming nighttime routine.

I recently spoke to Jon Stanners, Head of Global Talent Engagement at Telefonica Alpha, about the prolific emergence of Barcelona as a hot - bed of entrepreneurial creation.

Before you get out of bed, starting from your head down, focus on each part of your body and how it feels.

And it takes a lot more than sitting at a computer while the children are nestled all snug in their beds and visions of thought leadership dance in your head.

Now the dean of Schools of Business at Wake Forest University, the long - time head of Pepsi told Yahoo Finance that he would be out of bed at 5:30, already reading the papers.

Those rumors were put to bed on Saturday when he was announced as the head coach of Iowa State.

When a railroad track bed blocked their path, the two HSUS rescuers and the head of Beaumont's animal shelter got out of their boat and waded a mile in the brown water pouring through the neighborhood.

I have laid hands on people who are lying on their death bed, and placed my hand on the head of the demon possessed and seen them delivered by the power of Jesus Christ.

This will be what is going through the head of intelligent christians on their death beds.

You who wait, stood as candles round the shrouded bed, And flicker with the last stir of her breath, See, now, at once, she lies no more beneathYour watch, but stands in light, a crown upon her head.

He'd heard Terrie heading to bed five or ten minutes before, after a quick kiss and a glass of water.

You who wait, stood as candles round the shrouded bed, And flicker with the last stir of her breath, See, now, at once, she lies no more beneath Your watch, but stands in light, a crown upon her head.

When the time is right, when both of you are relaxed and not distracted, ask each other to explain when you feel most eager to head to bed.

i've never seen her head spin, but i'm sure it does in the dark at the foot of our bed when we are sleeping.

STONER»S PRAYER Now I pass out into sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep Grant no other stoner take My weed and bong before I wake Keep me safely in thy sight And grant no crackhead's thrill tonight And in the morning let me awake Breathing scents of wake «n bake God protect me in my dreams and make this better than it seems Grant the time may siwftly fly When myself shall be so high In a green grass weed bed Where I long to rest my head Far away from all these scenes And the smell of bammer smoked by beans Take me back into the land Where the cops never take you out Where the weed won't burn my throat like sand; Where the scent of chronis blows Where the good Mary Jane grows; Take me back and I'll promise then Never to leave BC again... - Anonymous

Chances are, you can think of a few examples off the top of your head: Hardee's campaign featuring women in bikinis erotically eating giant cheeseburgers, (which is not only degrading but — as any person who has ever had a Hardee's cheeseburger could tell you — wildly inaccurate), Post-it's ad that shows a man in bed with a women who has a Post-it note with her name on her forehead (You know, so he doesn't have to actually remember it).

It is 11:55 pm, so although this post needs lots of polishing and editing (and probably lots of clarification), I'm headed for bed.

Oh the insane things that pop into my head in the middle of the night and make me get up from my warm bed and leave my wife to scrawl in pencil on a blank sheet of paper in the pitch blackness the silliest images that seem to perplex and plague me just so I can hopefully bring a smile to your face and maybe occasionally make us think a little bit world without end.

When I lie on my bed, and the darkness instead of the light fills my head, when the feelings don't come that were promised by some, and my life's come undone, are you there?

Sigh... if it weren't midnight, and I wasn't heading to off to bed knowing I'll be up every two hours all night long with my baby daughter, I might do a little more in terms of backing up my idealistic, Polly - Anna comments.

When the first high heels and the huge black wing - tips of the lawyers and the businessmen came smashing down on the soldiers, Korczak suddenly stooped down and gathered me up on his lap, his stiff beard sweeping back and forth across my head while he laughed and drank, waving his arms and shouting at the guests to watch where they stepped until at last my grandmother took me up to bed.

We visited the canecutters» living quarters, smelled the stench of human waste, watched the prostitutes cavort, stuck our heads into the tiny rooms crowded with bunk beds, and spoke with an old man whose foot had been infected for several years.

«Laney woke up from bed one night in May 2003 and took Joshua to the yard of her home in New Chapel Hill, Texas where she lifted a huge rock over her head and brought it down with all her strength against his skull, killing him.

You've gotten through two days of early alarms, sleepy cups of coffee, wobbling ankles in heels at 6:30 am (me every morning), and early work calls that just make you want to crawl back into bed with the covers over your head.

I much prefer the warmth of my bed and waking up with the sun, enjoying a small breakfast before I head out shopping.

««Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds; While visions of sugar - plums danced in their heads...»

Most mornings I wake before dawn, roll out of bed, give myself a few minutes of silence or meditation and then I head off to an early morning yoga class.

It's a chance for me to dabble with recipes that will entice my kid to get out of bed and head my way.

We've been sleeping more than usual (I actually went to bed with Matthew at 7 pm earlier this week, waking only long enough to scarf down a tiny bowl of pasta for dinner before drifting off to la - la - land again), eating our collective weight in local ice cream, and touring small, nearby towns in the afternoons before heading back to the cottage for happy hour snack time.

Took the advice of other reviewers and laid down a bed of sliced Vidalia onion and a head of garlic cloves..

Twice a week, I've been dragging myself out of bed at 5:30 in the morning and heading to the gym.

It is tons of fun to experience but this year after our party, we decided to be mellow and head home to take the boys to a few houses in our neighborhood before heading to bed.

He eats a bit himself just to tied himself over until I get home, because Thursday night is our new date night (translation: dinner on the sofa with a glass of wine and mind - numbing TV before heading to bed early because the littlest person in our house, who usually wakes up at 4 am, has taken to being up between 2:30 a.m. — 5:00 a.m. and we can't function if we don't get to bed before the nightly news begins).

I composed lines of this post in my head as I went to bed last night, which was clearly productive (sarcasm) as I remember none of them and is most definitely a bad way to lull yourself to sleep because I woke from a stress nightmare at 4 am in which I was under deadline to read two novels and write three 15 - page papers by today, all while attending a full day of classes.

I draw the line with you cuddling with a head of cauliflower in bed.

When we were first married, I got up at 5:30 in the morning to get to work on time and was usually napping by 4 pm, while Carl rolled out of bed around 8:00 to head to classes at university, and then was busy till at least 11:00 at night, so we didn't see a whole -LSB-...]

For now, I'll head to bed and dream of avocados!

For weekend mornings, I highly recommend doing as I do, and popping your taters in the oven while you head back to bed with a good book and a cup of coffee for forty - five minutes or so, while they begin to manifest their sweet, oozy, fragrant deliciousness.

It's easy to jump out of bed and greet the day head on when you get to have chocolate for breakfast.

Ingredients: 4 cups vegetable broth 1 cup water 2 sprigs thyme 3 sage leaves pinch of saffron 1 palmful flat leaf parsley 5 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil 1 large leek, white and light green parts sliced (dark green flags washed and reserved) 8 ounces cremini mushroom caps, thinly sliced (stems removed and reserved) 1 small red bed pepper, chopped 2 cloves garlic, minced 1 small head green cabbage, shredded 1 bunch broccolini, florets only 16 ounces pasta (campanella or penne) 1 cup white wine 1 cup shredded parmesan cheese (for serving) salt and freshly ground black pepper

«I'm going to bed to dream of the moon,» he says, heading for the elevator.

Chuck then takes a walk to nearby Middle Eastern restaurant Zahav for a Hanger Steak on a bed of Baba ghanoush; and discovers one of the secret ingredients for the gelato at Capogiro Gelato that will make your head spin.

«We're very pleased with the work that has been done to increase heads - in - beds and travel to the City of Napa,» said Sara Brooks, chairperson of the Napa Tourism Improvement District.

They showed great compassion for their coach, Bill Parcells, because if they had dumped the Gatorade over his head when the game was wrapped up, as is their custom, Parcells would have had to stand out in the cold of Giants Stadium for the whole second half of the San Francisco game, turning into a block of ice, and he would probably be in bed with pneumonia right now.

Geraldine and Danielle climbed the stairs and looked through the bedroom door, to the smashed bench at the foot of the bed and the stone - cold figure lying with his back up against it, blood caked on the front of his swollen shirt and his head canted to one side.

The players were all nestled all snug in their beds; While visions of paychecks danced in their heads; Now no longer handcuffed by the salary cap, Snyder woke up from his league - mandated nap.

Citicorp's William Jeanes, head of the welcoming committee, says, «We'll lift those guys out of the boat, take a few pictures and put them to bed.»