Sentences with phrase «out walking this morning»

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When they walk out to the waiting car, 24 trays — some 1,080 cupcakes, or the amount that will be gobbled up in around an hour after the bakery opens later that morning — sit iced and perfect in the store's front two racks.

The minute you walk out the door each morning, you go.

I plug my phone into the charger at the front door, and the next morning, I grab it as I walk out the door.

Each of us chases after a desirable «rating» — an average score (out of 5 stars) that's affected by everything from that sideways glance you gave the woman walking past you on your morning commute to the lack of enthusiasm you displayed for the birthday gift your co-worker gave you.

But think about it: If you start out your day that early with some yoga, a 15 - minute run, or even a brisk walk, you'll be launching into your morning work routine energized, refreshed, and ready to conquer the world.

The goal here is to remove one of the biggest frustrations that Tesla owners experience: having to plug in their car when they get home, or if not, walking into their garage the next morning only to find that their car is out of power.

As student activists walked out of class Friday morning, they did so demanding passage of a gun control requirement that the Parkland school shooter passed in order to acquire his gun.

Students at thousands of schools across the United States walked out of class Wednesday morning to pressure Congress and state lawmakers to pass gun control laws.

... We are in Virginia... We might be a small town but we are getting some BIIGGG publicity a bunch of us at GHS walked out of class this morning

If Nino hadn't read that dissent that morning, we couldn't have walked upright out of the courtroom that day.

I recall quiet Saturday mornings, walking with my father block to block, as he pointed out the landmarks no one else knew: the spot where the Third Avenue El of old stopped (he pointed out the supports hidden beneath the black asphalt); the apartment house where another close - knit family lived in cramped quarters, the three boys studying in dim lights under their mother's watchful eye to become a lawyer, a doctor, and a priest (and later a bishop); and the double spires of St. Patrick's Cathedral, the place of my parents» wedding and the baptisms of their three boys.

Every morning she walks to the Ganga where a pot of water is miraculously churned out of the river and given to her.

That young redbud tree delicately budding in my front yard in early spring, that golden haze in which the rolling hills close to my home are bathed on a summer morning, that lovely pond on my walk home from work out of whose rushes a red - winged blackbird almost invariably flies up as I pass by in early autumn, that winter belt of trees across the street transformed by an ice storm into a glittering fairyland — all those beauties of which nature is so achingly and serendipitously full are likewise my modest sources of healing and renewal.

Tim i found it liberating to just do what the Lord wants you to do i work within his boundarys and yes i attend church and enjoy it.I love the people and i love hearing the word and worshipping the Lord even if others are still bound up with traditions thats not my walk thats theres.My focus is to do what the Lord wants me to do.There have been times i have said no to the pastor he does nt understand why i choose not to lead the worship.i query him as well regarding the idea that its not just performing a function because there is a need our hearts have to be in the right place so that the Lord can use us but he did nt understand where i was coming from and thats okay because of that i just said no until my heart is right i am better not being involved in leading.But i am happy to be an encouragement to others in the worship team i havent wanted to be the leader i have done that in the past.So my focus has been just the singing and being part of different worship teams i think the Lord has other plans as the groups i am in seem to be changing at the same time i am aware that i do nt to worry about change as the Lord knows whats best.I used to be quite comfortable leading the music but that was before when i was operating in my own self confidence and pride.The Lord did such a huge change in my life that i lost my self confidence and that is not a bad thing at all as my spiritual growth has been incredible.The big change was my identity moved from me and what i could do to knowing who i was in Christ and that he is my strength and confidence.Now i know that without him i can do nothing in fact i am dependent on his empowerment through his holy spirit all the time in everything.In the weekend i was asked to lead the music at another church i attend multiple churchs although i attend two regularly one has services in the morning and one has services in the evening so the two do nt really clash.In the weekend i was asked to lead the music its been two years since i did that and i was worried on how i would go.All i can say is that it went really well and because i stepped out in Faith the Lord really blessed the morning to the congregation.The difference is knowing that i serve the Lord with the gifts he has given me but my heart has to be right and when i do it in his way it builds up the body and it brings glory to him.May the Lord continue to show you what he wants you to do even though others may not understand your reasons i just want you to know that you do nt have to pull away completely just work within the boundarys that the Lord gives you and do nt feel pressured by others expectations to do anything that feel uncomfortable.Be involved just as you feel lead by the holy spirit even if it is in a very minor way take small steps.regards brentnz

When we walk out of our doors in the morning, we have faith that the sidewalk will not give way beneath our feet and suck us down into the earth.

The faith that gives one the ability to walk out of their door in the morning, the faith that allows one to trust one's senses, the faith in provable scientific principles, and the faith that allows us to continue to trust that intelligence exists and can bring about good in civilization — all are considered reasonable.

Richard, it's so through... Dominican Republic Sunday morning... moms and dads carrying their kids on their back, some walk more then an hour in the burning sun... Church is... on a piece of land stretched out blankets under the tree... they took of their flip flops... its a holy land... they don't have to fight about the color of the carpet, either the washrooms vanity or chairs style and colors... the have no chairs, no washrooms, no piano, no lights, no AC... they are sincerely seeking God, listening to the preaching and in the middle of the darkness they see the light, they hope for better... they ARE what I call the REAL church.

On Friday morning after breakfast, the Wittenberg party rode and walked out of the city gate in good heart.

We are called to live as if the resurrection of Jesus actually happened, that it actually had transformative power, and that the process of all things being made new actually did begin when Jesus walked out of the tomb that first Easter morning.

I had a massage in the morning, we went for a long walk in a park and went out to dinner with my family.

Also maybe it seems like a lot to make your dog a cake, but when I compare it to the money we spend on special dog food for her allergies or that one time we took her to the vet at 1 in the morning because she wasn't eating to find out she just had irregular gas patterns (bitch just literally had gas) making a cake and frosting it in way under an hour seems like a walk in the park.

Actually, it's been building up to it for a bit, with the whole leaf - changing - colors thing, but today, stepping out the door this morning to walk the dogs, it was downright chilly outside.

So when I woke up this morning at 4AM, unable to fall back asleep with a racing mind and pounding heart — and too burnt out to continue my ritualistic morning reading of Grist, Mother Jones, and NPR Environment — I walked out to the bookshelf and grabbed the first thing that caught my eye, which happened to be the bright orange binding of Eat, Pray, Love.

Every morning, I saw one or two of these walking out the door in someone's hands and I was happy.

Again, I'm sure many people out there reading that are like «boo freaking hoo I get up at 5 and then walk uphill both ways to work every morning», and to you I say congratulations, I'm really looking forward to joining you upon my impending graduation but until then just let me complain from my place of privilege, this is my blog after all!

More often than not, people will walk out the door of a morning, having not eaten a single thing for breakfast.

Something that I can make 4 of and freeze on Saturday, and have one meal a week for a month, setting it out to thaw in the morning, cooking as soon as I walk in the door (I have 1/2 hour between getting home from work with boys and boys - losing - it - from - hunger.)

Dealing with breakfast, packing lunches, packing snacks, packing backpacks, and making sure all three kids are walking out the door dressed and presentable feels a little like mission impossible every single morning.

I want Wenger to wake up each morning, make a cup of coffee for himself, walk out to his balcony and think.

The next morning, Roger Clemens walked out of camp in a contract dispute.

Look at Liverpool fans this morning i was reading they are walking out on the 77th min of their home game because their season and match day ticket hikes have been released to them, already they are making a move.

«Today I like just walking, taking the dog out at six in the morning and walking.

«Let's be honest — I've already visualized myself winning, and even out walking around the course this morning, when you get a few moments to yourself, you do think about that.

He's since managed Crawley and Rotherham but there are suggestions this morning that he might be axed by Cellino, who walked out at half time, having been ordered by the Italian last night not to speak to the press after the shambolic performance.

We see them fairly often but it isn't the same as walking out to the chicken house in the morning and watching them flee from their confinement --- a spectacle of legs, wings, and squawks, leaving feathers floating in the air.

it's like a fire I can't get rid of... masturbating makes me so angry because why the hell do I have to please myself when he's right there??? I even got him cialis from the doctor and we tried twice and he said it didn't work... the next morning I walked in on him on the shower with a giant erection... I was so mad i just walked out and cried... this is hell... pure hell... I've had my share of great sexual partners and so I know what I'm missing... I even contemplate suicide it's so painful... i just don't know where to go from here... I thought I could live like this but I can't... other couples we are friends with have sex multiple times a day and I'm so jealous..

For example, if they need to be at school by 8:00 AM, you'll need to have them out of bed by 7:00 AM in order to make sure they have ample time to wake up properly, have breakfast, brush their teeth, do any other morning chores, and make it to the bus (or walk to school) on time.

This morning as my five year old (youngest of three boys) stumbled out of bed into the kitchen, he gave me a sideways glance and as I walked up saying, «Good morning!»

Our family is looking for someone for the following job: 1) Early morning «get out the door» help (not needed every day) and taking boys to daycare (a 15 min walk from my house); ~ 7:30 - 8:30 a.m. weekdays 2) Pickup from daycare between 5:30 - 6 p.m. weekdays and walk home 3) Get dinner going and entertain kids until we get home around 6:30 p.m. + help tidy / clean up while we're putting the boys to bed.

8 month old boy (who's in transition from nursing to formula & solids) 8 am - wake, diaper, nurse for 5 - ish minutes 8:30 am - breakfast in high chair (4 oz bottle + solids) 9:00 - 9:45 ish - play time (independent play then reading books & getting ready for nap) 10am - 11:30 am - morning nap 11:30 - 12 pm - wake up from nap, diaper, get dressed for day, etc ** if we go out to run errands this is the time we leave, and and we will stop to eat lunch while out 12 pm - lunch (8oz bottle + solids) 12:30 pm - 1:30 pm - play time 1:30 pm - 3:30 pm - afternoon nap 3:30 - 4 pm - play time 4 pm - eat (8oz bottle + snack such as cheerios) 4:30 pm - 6:30 pm - play time (if he woke up early from afternoon nap, then sometimes he still takes a short cat nap during this timeframe 6:30 pm - dinner with family (solids in high chair) 7:00 pm - outdoor play time (baby swing, take a walk, etc) 8:00 pm - start of an 8oz bottle 8:30 pm - bath time, read books, finish rest of bottle 9:00 pm - bedtime.

You can't do this when you're rushing out the door in the morning or walking in the door in the evening with children demanding your attention.

I drug myself to work yesterday and it suddenly became very apparent to me just how much I do in the morning: get up, shower, dressed, put on makeup, make breakfast, make my decaf pumpkin spice latte, eat breakfast, pack lunches, get kids teeth brushed (hubby got them up, dressed and fed), get kids shoes and coats on, get everyone in the car, drive 45 minutes in traffic, get kids and their stuff out of the car, walk to each kids» classroom, take out lunches and put in the fridges, get kids to put their stuff in their cubbies and wash their hands, go back to the car, drive to my office, get out, walk across the lot, down stairs and through two heavy doors to my office, and finally sit down.

Walking with Ezra and patiently listening to his many observations of that morning, I could tell that Amanda was happy to be out.

The idea is that you are supposed to put your child in his bed, kiss him goodnight, walk out of the room, and not hear from him again until morning.

It was Shabbos morning, but this lady in my mom's shul who is a lactation consultant walked over to see me and helped out.

Walking its aisles on Saturday morning while hubby is hanging out with the kids at home brings deep, indescribable satisfaction to my soul.

These got a ton of use on our recent trip, whether it was fetching a coffee in the morning or changing out of my heels for an evening walk after dinner.

You will walk in that morning, thinking you are just getting them out of bed and you will give them a double take and realize they all of a sudden look more like a kid than a baby anymore.

Take in your museum outings in the morning, then seamlessly flow into afternoon adventures: canoeing the Chicago River, biking the lakefront, exploring Millennium Park and Maggie Daley Park and, perhaps, a food walking tour.

So mom might as well carve out that extra time for a nice, morning walk.