Sentences with phrase «really big bone»

So it's a really BIG bone.

The universe had thrown us a really big bone!

Not exact matches

Realizing its potential anthropological significance, Kennedy turned the bone over to experts at the Smithsonian Museum and the University of Florida, who have now been able to confirm that this really is authentically ancient, and not just a clever forgery (making counterfeit mammoth engravings was a big thing in the 19th century, for whatever reason).

Sometimes, you have those really big babies who come from very tall and large - boned parents, who defy the sizing charts simply because of genetics.

She her team found that howler monkeys face an anatomical trade - off: a species can either have a really big hyoid bone, or it can be very well endowed.

But, you know, it seems like a big job but it's really not, because through just [the] selection processes, you and I learned how to make bones using proteins and so we are using the exact same materials — amino acids and proteins — but we are just giving them different starting materials — that of building bones.

Really yummy, partner loved it and so did I - I'm not the biggest fan of meat on the bone.

2 green peppers 3 really big heads broccoli 2 sweet potatoes 1 big butternut squash OR 2 - 3 cups brown rice or oatmeal for grain option 1 bag frozen spinach 2 apples 6 carrots Bone broth or chicken broth — about 4 - 6 cups to cover contents

You want to get it gelatinous, because one of the big hitches, one of the beautiful things about bone broth is it really helps your body mainline it's own collagen.

In addition, when I use gym equipments (not necessarily lift heavy weight I'm not a big guy, I weigh 150 lbs with relatively medium bones) but dumbbells, Lat Pulldown, Hyperextension, Pec Dec, Leg Press... etc my muscles get really tight in short time and I feel the results as well as it motivates me more to workout at the gym.

I've been once again fighting a really bad flu, the one where each of your bones is hurting, your nose is running like the Mississippi river, you have a constant feeling of puking (sorry for the TMI) and your throat has a «big hole» in it... I guess that litres of tea, some lemon and honey will help me eventually.

When it comes to the action sequences, director Peter Berg moves things along with blazing quick cuts and intense close - ups that rattle bones and get the adrenalin pumping as Beck and Scott face everything from Tarzan ju jitsu with Eddie Reyes, who sets The Rock flying like a big beefy whirligig, to a pack of scrappy monkeys with really, really bad attitudes, not to mention a grudge.

The Big Friendly Giant who kidnaps Sophie only because she has seen him, is a «nice and jumbly» giant which is good as the other 9 in the story are cannibalistic meanies, whose eating of children from various countries (children from Wales (Whales) taste fishy etc) and such antics as spitting out the bones are never really described in much detail merely mentioned.

One of the biggest problem of products like Himalayan Dog Chew is the fact that pet owners mistakenly assume that a good milk bone or chew is all that pets really need to maintain their teeth and gum health.

The BIGGEST negative: this bone really hurts if you step on it in barefeet.

I want to pick up that curse from Pirates of the Caribbean, and prove by moonlight that my pirate really is just big boned.

I realise that is quite a big statement, but when you strip back the visuals and everything else, until you're left with just the bare bones that is the concept, the two games are opposite sides of the same coin and a League of Evil really is not that much of a bad game.

, you are lying on the floor of your place looking up, a small draft runs through the room, between the door and the window, and all things seem perfectly still, wind only disturbs concrete in imperceptible ways, or it may take millions of years to be noticed and, as the air runs through the space, all your plants move and all is animated and all is alive somehow, and here are the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands, they are not original with me, and that wind upon your plants is the common air that bathes the globe, and we have no ambitions of universalism, and I'm glad we don't, but the particles of air bring traces of pollen and are charged with electricity, desert sand, maybe sea water, and these particles were somewhere else before they were dragged here, and their route will not end by the door of this house, and if we tell each other stories, one can imagine that they might have been bathed by this same air, regrouped and recombined, recharged as a vehicle for sound, swirling as it moves, bringing the sound of a drum, like that Kabuki story where a fox recognizes the voice of its parents as a girl plays a drum made out of their skin, or any other event, and yet I always felt your work never tells stories, I tend to think that narrative implies a past tense, even if that past was just five seconds ago, one second ago was already the past, and human memory is irrelevant in geological time, plants and fish know not what tomorrow will bring, neither rocks nor metal do, but we all live here now, and we all need visions and we all need dreams, and as long as your metal sculptures vibrate they are always in the Present, and their past is a material truth alien to narrative, but well, maybe narrative does not imply a past tense at all and they are writing their own story while they gently move and breathe, and maybe nothing was really still before the wind came in, passing through the window as if through an irrational portal to make those plants dance, but everything was already moving and breathing in near complete silence, and if you're focused enough you can feel the pulse of a concrete wall and you can feel the tectonic movements of the earth, and you can hear the magma flowing under our feet and our bones crackling like a wild fire, and you can see the light of fireflies reflected in polished metal, and there is nothing magical about that, it is just the way things are, and sometimes we have to raise our voice because the music is too loud and let your clothes move to a powerful bass, sound waves and bright lights, powerful like the sun, blinding us if we stare for too long, but isn't it the biggest sign of love, like singing to a corn field, and all acts of kindness that are not pitiful nor utilitarian, that are truly horizontal as everything around us is impregnated with the deadliest violence, vertical and systemic, poisonous, and sometimes you just want to feel the sun burning your skin and look for life in all things declared dead, a kind of vitality that operates like corrosion, strong as the wind near the sea, transforming all things,

growled Hagrid, now no longer simply too big to be allowed, just big - boned, really.