The kindest kindest of midwives (I'm ashamed to say that I have forgotten her name) took it upon herself to phone each and every woman on the scheme due in June and July and,
oh joy of joys, phoned me back to say that one of her ladies had moved down to Wexford and no longer needed their services and that I could have her place.
Not exact matches
She was absolutely vibrating with
joy and anticipation (Joe was sound asleep) and on her way out the door,
Joy, turned on the doppler to check the heartbeat and when it rang out, clear and loud at 135 beats a minute, Anne rejoiced at the bottom
of the stairs and I heard her say, «
Oh!
Oh the
joy if only we could go back to the early 1800's where a good honest white land owner could head to town any Saturday and buy a whole new pack
of n e gros to take home so he could help with the building
of his new Church... And don't forget ladies, you are meant to be seen, not heard, and don't you dare be so immoral as to let your ankle show... Now get back in the kitchen!!
We French Pentecostals had it good... we were given «The Act
of Marriage» and told to enjoy this gift within a holy union
of course... and we sure did... boy,
oh boy... bliss,
joy, ecstasy... all that waiting made worthwhile... this is why being single again is so hard on me... but I have come to realize I never want to have love without sex and I never want to have sex without love...
Rev Meade, who performed with Hawkins and his band during the 1970s, went on to say: «He gave it [
Oh Happy Day] that completely different vibe; he made it contemporary and, in doing so, he then made the message
of hope,
joy and happiness that the song contains available to those who were not thinking about God.»
I also figured out the perfect diet (stress), new tonics (Monday hot yoga, Sunday afternoon tango and roasted buckwheat tea —
oh the
joys of anti-oxidants), found warm, wearable winter boots that put Ughs to shame (La Canadienne), and figured out how to upload an Ebook to Google Play.
Hot Dogs
Oh, the summertime
joy of every child!
Oh, the summertime
joy of every child!
Oh the
joys of being a part
of a big family!
Oh the
joy of mashing, mixing and pulsing the food processor!
Oh the
joys of living in a family
of foodies.
I am in the middle
of seating charts,
oh joy!
Oh, the
joy of eating handfuls
of «the burnt bits» when you first take it out
of the oven, because they don't count...: P
These straight lines
of fresh raspberries,
oh my, they're pure
joy to make, cut and obviously eat — one raspberry at a time.
Oh my, raw cupcakes... ooh the RAW
joys just keep on coming... those bowls
of hummus look delish... wish could invent taste - o - vision but I guess that is what a cookbook is!
Oh my gaaaaawsh, these look like little bombs
of joy!
I'm sure I'd never actually leave my kitchen if I got my hands on some...
Oh the
joys of a baking addiction!
Oh the
joy of the plants that just keep giving.
oh the sheer pain and
joy of it all....
To top it off, our manager conceded the title race 11 games out
of a possible 38 into the season,
oh joy!
shame it was only three goals scored, a striker gifted with so many chances should have scored at least another 5 and at least get 7
of the other chances on target...
oh the
joy.
Tired
of the unappreciative arsenal fans being negative about wenger here we have a club legend one that your luckily alive to witness in your lifetime and man who actually loves the club with heart on sleeve remember the growth the consistency the beauty in our football style and being awed at by clubs around the about the
joy of watching an arsenal wenger side play yea soon enough he will be gone hes 68 and uh
oh there gos the guy who constantly over the years beat spurs made champions league the invincibles put your belief in the team and him relish what we have and in his tenure we get to be one
of the few who get to worry
oh maybe we wont finish this year but wait will be top five and probably win a cup or make to or near the final for 21 22 years straight phew wow that could be
of been worse had me there for a moment thats all i had to worry about as a fan glad im witnessing a club legend real cub passion not a paid fake smile who will go to another club maybe a rival jose mourinho so stop being a silly nanny negative easy to be worse and it will be after he leaves will go up and down for a bit
We got a window into the heartache and
joy that is only possible to experience as a parent, as well as a snapshot
of the kinds
of parents most people don't want to be: a drunk mother who embarrasses and ignores her children, a highly negative and depressive father, a mother who quizzes her child incessantly to perform in front
of strangers, and then BAM, pull me out
of my «
oh yeah, I agree they suck» trance, next in line for how not to parent was the negative caricature
of an AP mother.
Oh, the
joys of mummyhood... it's a job that never ends and puts a whole new meaning on «being tired» Hang in there and enjoy the many sights!
Oh the
joys of motherhood!
But
oh the look
of joy on his face when he does!
Oh, the
joys of being a boob - carrying mother.
Oh the
joys of child bearing!
Maybe my tears are just a result
of the wacky pregnancy hormones or maybe it's learning how to hold the grief
of a child lost and
joy of the potential promise
of a new one in the same space, with a heart that is broken but
oh so full
of love for them both.
Oh the
joys of twins, haha?
Oh the
joys of British Summer Time.
Oh the
joys of motherhood...;)
Babies aren't immune from the
joys of cold and flu season: sore throats, coughing, boogers...
oh, the boogers.
Oh, the
joys of the motherhood.
Oh, the
joy of having precise control over the amount
of water in my wash cycles!
Oh the
joys of breastfeeding.
To make matters more interesting, during his developmental leap, your baby has probably discovered all sorts
of new tricks, such as grabbing objects and passing them from hand to hand, putting things in his mouth (
oh the
joy!)
Oh, the
joys of parenthood, right?
Oh, and there's that little bundle
of joy growing inside...
Before they stop altogether, your periods will likely get longer and heavier (
oh,
joy), suggests a 2014 University
of Michigan study.
Oh, the
joys of being a «special» eater.
In labor, I will consent to doppler checks to monitor baby occasionally if it removes the need for constant monitoring and being tethered to my bed (
oh the
joys of v - bacs!)
Oh, I had my share
of trials but emphasize the
joys, like you do.
(
Oh the
joys of international shopping with SA Rands!)
Oh the
joys,
of pre-posting.
Oh the
joys of fall / winter season!
Oh, such are the
joys of transitional dressing!