Sentences with phrase «really needed for a glass»

The end result is a tasty and sweet treat that for a brief moment distracts from the reality that none of this process is really needed for a glass of soda or flavoured water.

Not exact matches

For starters, make sure you're well hydrated (at least six glasses a day), since we sometimes get a hunger signal when we really need water.

My main reason for upping my carbs was to try and address the dehydration issues I seem to keep having (I wake up with dried lips and really need a drink) and have basically been dealing with it by having a few pinches of himalayan salt with a glass of water or two every morning when I wake up, and taking a magnesium supplement every day.

The Charles Atlas story really appealed to my emotional and physical needs because I was a really weak skinny tall guy, with pimples and wore huge thick Coke bottle bottom glasses, so I sent away for his Dynamic Tension course and followed the 12 lesson course to its completion.

I recommend sizing up a size if you've got a long torso like me — I wear a Medium for length, FYI) / / Black Bridge Sandals c / o (insanely high quality — can't recommend this brand enough for really stellar staples) / / Sunglasses c / o (code ERICA25 will save ya 25 %, and for every pair bought, they donate a pair of reading glasses to someone in need — how cool is that?!)

You would need to drink two glasses on a daily basis for a fairly long period to see visible results in above named categories, but in the meantime your skin will look more radiant since beetroot hydrates skin really well.

Lol, I really need to change my glasses, because I mistook the background for the shirt.

Whether you really need to wear glasses, or you simply want to be a sexy librarian for the day, these frames are perfect for any fashionista!

«Phillip,» I say, reaching for my glass of water this time, «I really need to talk to you about something.»

But the second thing, as Chad said was, we wanted to template the work, document what we did so that the next time something came up for the American Bar Association, I mean, who knows what it's going to be, pandemic flu, a hurricane, some other crisis that people needed to respond to quickly; there would be a — in case of emergency break glass document, that would say, here is how you can put up a simple website within a really short amount of time.

If you wear thin glasses frames like me, you might not really have felt the need for this — but if chunkier glasses are your thing like my coworker Richard Devine, you'll know the pain of a headset crushing them against your skull.

The girls got the butter dish for me last year for Christmas, one week I spent $ 10 and bought four kitchen towels, and a couple of weeks ago (we really did need more glasses because all of our other ones either broke or have various children's scribbles on the plastic ones — one even has a «gash» across the side where someone put a hot pan next to it and melted the plastic so it looks like it was cut, but not all the way through, so we've still been using it) I found the four - pack of the Mason jar glasses with lids and straws for $ 9.95.

Quick question: I know photos need to look dreamy to be «blog - worthy» and I see that you put a lot of your staples into nice glass jars instead of keeping them in their original packaging, but is this staged for the blog and your real food is hidden or do you really only eat legumes and beans and nothing non-organic?

We needed to open the space up slightly since it is a U-shaped Kitchen so instead of just leaving shelves or removing the cabinet (which we really need for storage) We cut out the center of the cabinet and added glass for an additional $ 16.

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.