Sentences with phrase «of getting into bed»

An author's chances of getting into bed with top publishing houses are greatly improved when he uses an agent.

It's not a takeover... more of a getting into bed together.

My husband and I make a point of getting into bed early and touching each other.

While some may balk at the idea of getting into bed with a corporate partner of such size, and one whose fortunes depend on people eating meat, Memphis Meats explained that the move would «help us advance clean meat and achieve our ultimate vision: a world that is better for humans, animals and the planet.»

For instance, to get a perfect score in the «time to sleep» category I needed to fall asleep within 20 minutes of getting into bed.

Not exact matches

Content is key, yes, but you don't pay that kind of money and get into bed with a hated nemesis for just any content.

In a disoriented daze, Holley got out of bed, went into the bathroom, and grabbed a Q - Tip.

It detailed when I got into bed, actually went to sleep, my average heart rate, what type of sleep (light, REM, deep) I had gotten throughout the night, how long I slept, and how long it took me to get out of bed in the morning.

If the Oracle of Omaha doesn't want to get into bed with private equity, why should the state pension fund?

Telling quote: «I think what we made the mistake of doing early on was taking every opportunity alone to talk about the business, at dinner, driving the car, you know at home brushing your teeth, as you're getting into bed, as you're waking up, and I think we made a conscious effort to not do that because I think it was just, you know, it would burn us out,» Kate told CNN in 2002.

Banks relies on his iPhone to stay in the loop on the road and in the office, but he designates just a few times of day to respond to messages: first thing when he gets into the office, mid-afternoon and for 30 to 60 minutes before he goes to bed.

The unwritten rule of dating in the US is that people (particularly women) who get into bed with someone «too early» are presumed easy and might ruin their chances of a serious relationship.

After Nava got out of bed, he walked into the kitchen and asked to speak with Professor George alone.

for the way you look in the mirror when you get out of bed first thing or when you crawl into bed at the end of everything ---

The theme of «satanic verses,» which Rushdie first develops with Gibreel insinuating his own ideas into the mind of prophet Mahound, now blossoms as poisoned ivy under Gibreel's feet: «Violets are blue, roses are red / I'll get her right in my bed,» the reference being to Allie Cone, Gibreel's English paramour.

And what of the purpose and meaning all of us need in our lives to help us get out of bed in the morning and not descend into misery?

I still kept a round of duties, and would not suffer myself to run into any open vices, and so got along very well in time of health and prosperity, but when I was distressed or threatened by sickness, death, or heavy storms of thunder, my religion would not do, and I found there was something wanting, and would begin to repent my going so much to frolics, but when the distress was over, the devil and my own wicked heart, with the solicitations of my associates, and my fondness for young company, were such strong allurements, I would again give way, and thus I got to be very wild and rude, at the same time kept up my rounds of secret prayer and reading; but God, not willing I should destroy myself, still followed me with his calls, and moved with such power upon my conscience, that I could not satisfy myself with my diversions, and in the midst of my mirth sometimes would have such a sense of my lost and undone condition, that I would wish myself from the company, and after it was over, when I went home, would make many promises that I would attend no more on these frolics, and would beg forgiveness for hours and hours; but when I came to have the temptation again, I would give way: no sooner would I hear the music and drink a glass of wine, but I would find my mind elevated and soon proceed to any sort of merriment or diversion, that I thought was not debauched or openly vicious; but when I returned from my carnal mirth I felt as guilty as ever, and could sometimes not close my eyes for some hours after I had gone to my bed.

The Protestant Reformation began the necessary work of cleansing Christianity of the trappings of the Roman Empire that had crept into it after the church fathers got into bed with Constantine I. However, the Reformation stopped far short of completing that work.

The parables disclose with what pleasure and tolerance he surveyed the broad scene of human activity: the merchant seeking pearls; the farmer sowing his fields; the real - estate man trying to buy a piece of land in which he had secret reason to believe a treasure lay buried; the dishonest secretary, who had been given notice, making friends against the evil day among his employer's debtors by reducing their obligations; the five young women sleeping with lamps burning while the bridegroom tarried and unable to attend the marriage because their sisters who had had foresight enough to bring additional oil refused to lend them any; the rich man whose guests for dinner all made excuses; the man comfortably in bed with his children who gets up at midnight to help his importunate neighbor only because he despairs of getting rid of him otherwise; the king who is out to capture a city; the man who built his house upon the sand and lost it in the first storm of wind and rain; the queer employer who pays all of his men the same wage whether they have worked the whole day or a single hour; the great lord who going to a distant land entrusts his property to his three servants and judges them by the success of their investments when he returns; the shepherd whose sheep falls into a ditch; the woman with ten pieces of silver who, losing one, lights the candle and sweeps diligently till she finds it, and makes the finding of it the occasion of a celebration in which all of her neighbors are invited to share — and how long such a list might be!

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.

I had originally emptied out a large suitcase and turned it into a makeshift Moses basket for him [Brown Owl would have been proud] but I got so many comments and Lady Bracknell impersonations [yes that's right, I put my baby to sleep in a suitcase and pushed a copy of my racy novel around in his pram] that I abandoned the plan and brought him into bed with me instead.

I used to have a habit of looking at Social Media last thing before I went to bed and often set my mind into overload or get carried away scrolling.

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 discovered a few ways to get my boys to like salad: add meat when possible, and deconstruct a favourite dinner into something that can rest atop of bed of greens.

This week I need to get more seeds into the garden and finish weeding and prepping the beds for the seedlings (tomatoes, peppers, etc) that will be going into the garden in a couple of weeks.

After a week of getting less than six hours of sleep a night, I crawled into bed and went to sleep early.

I've gotten into the habit of asking myself if there's anything that needs to be soaked before I go to bed, and sometimes I'll just soak a cup of some bean / lentil / grain without even knowing what I'll do with it the next day.

I get into bed and usually read cookbooks or watch an episode of any series I'm currently obsessed with:)

The seeds must be sown in a bed of hot horse dung, as musk melons are, and moved into a pot when [the plant] has gotten three or four leaves, that it may be carried from place to place more conveniently to receive the the heat of the sun; and in autumn carried into some house to avoid the injury of cold nights at that time of year when it is to bear fruit.

It gets crumbled over salads, stuffed into wraps and buns, and more recently thrown onto pasta sauce over a bed of spaghetti squash.

Here the veggies are served with greens, but they could easily go on a bed of quinoa or brown basmati rice or get tucked into warmed pita bread for a heartier meal.

This one had me getting out of bed straight into the kitchen.

It's mornings like those where I hate to get out of bed, but I know that I need to get a good breakfast and some coconut water into my system.

The next day, the last day of practice rounds, he got up at 4 a.m., drove to Springfield, got in a practice round and then fell into bed, exhausted.

As for your parents, try to have a calm and rational discussion about how much, and how late, you sleep, which means don't get into it right after your mom woke you up at 10:30 and said something along the lines «Get your lazy butt out of bed and empty the dishwasher.&raqget into it right after your mom woke you up at 10:30 and said something along the lines «Get your lazy butt out of bed and empty the dishwasher.&raqGet your lazy butt out of bed and empty the dishwasher.»

Over the walls, I had to negotiate the broken glass bedded into the cement at the top of the walls and often went home with torn pants and got a clip round the ear.

Actually, it is their surprising strength that can get them into trouble, when they suddenly roll over near the edge of a bed or push off the changing table with their legs.

Getting into and out of bed was nearly impossible for the first few days â $ «even in the hospital.

They give me long hot bath in one of those Victorian bathtubs as in My Fair Lady when Liza gets scrubbed, tuck me into bed at 10 PM and kiss me on my forehead!

Babypixie wouldn't settle, so hubby brought her into our bed, now 10 months & a giant futon bed later, we're getting as much sleep as we can (still plenty of night feeds) and hubby can sleep though the night, except for the occasional kick in the face from herself (why do they always sleep sideways??)

We don't have a very big yard here and just got done converting about two - thirds of the backyard into a playground mulchy play area for the kids (as well as some raised garden beds for me), so the amount of grass we have back there is minimal.

Actually, it is their surprising strength that can get them into trouble, when they suddenly roll over near the edge of a bed or push off a changing table with their legs.

«If you let your infant share your bed, get him into his crib by six months of age before he has time to make co-sleeping a habit and developmental issues such as separation anxiety become problematic.»

As Ezra and I laid in bed together and rolled into our second hour of «chit - chat», I was hit with the thought that this parenting gig - it just keeps getting better.

Don't hesitate to ask your mate for help getting into and out of bed and finding a comfortable sleeping position.

Don't make jumping out worth her while: If your child jumps out of her crib and you react by giving her lots of attention or letting her get into bed with you, she'll just keep doing it.

That means I have to get right into bed after nursing in order to try to get my 8 hours of sleep before my milk supply wakes me up:) Thanks!

For weeks we tried different things, brought him into our bed even though I did nt want to get him into the habit of it so I stopped that.

GARETH MASSEY: We did use them when they were going to sleep, but they're climbers so they'd get out of the bed and then climb up onto the changing table and get into the shelves.

Sometimes I will bring her to bed with me just out of the need to sleep when she seems like she is getting into the habit / pattern of waking 4 + times a night.