Sentences with phrase «still be in bed»

The guy might still be in bed for chrissakes.

Keep in mind, we're essentially lazy, and if such a site already existed, we'd still be in bed with our favorite books.

I appear to still be in bed.

Honestly I have told my running buddy, «if only I could get my food intake under control, I wouldn't be running 12 miles so early in the morning, I would still be in bed».

She says «he won't still be in your bed at 15 so don't worry!»

The idea here is that, in an effort to fight the Sunday Blues, you convince your friends to come to you with the promise of food — and at an early enough time so you can get many long, lazy, tipsy hours of hanging - out in and still be in bed by 10:30 p.m..

People just want loud and say oh it's not loud enough but that's why I got a peavey system for but when it come to still being in bed and just saying «hey Siri» play this or that without getting out of bed it's hands down the best

Not exact matches

Allred says she's often heard people complain that drinking water before bed makes them use the restroom in the middle of the night, but there's a trick to avoiding that and still staying hydrated.

You'd be amazed at how much more you can get done at 4 a.m., when everyone else is still in bed.

Most people are still looking at their screens as they lie in bed waiting to fall asleep.

But before you get carried away, it's necessary to be fully aware of the disadvantages of those early hours (apart from waking up when most other people are still in their beds).

I laid with him in his hospital bed when he was still conscious and began reading scripture to him from a little book he had received 80 years earlier as a child in England.

There will still people who were injured in the church attack, the people who were injured in the school attack - many of them are still on the beds.

It was probably via a midnight rabbit trail sort of web surfing and I probably saw something I like and then in my attempt to not forget about it yet still fall asleep at a reasonable hour I signed up, signed off, and went to bed.

He carried her into Anne and Joseph's room and laid on the bed with her, drinking her in for that first half hour (he's still a bit dizzy from that, I think, the old softie).

Last night, I was awake in bed, enjoying the still house, he was sound asleep, feet sticking out the covers, too long even for this gigantic bed.

Since then we're still the «bed guys» because we didn't stayed in a church where the pastor had affair with a church member and the leadership didn't know how to handle the situation.

This tack has been quite effective in working with pagans, wiccans, and several people who have joined some questionable new age groups... like the mother of a friend who after years as a pentacostal became a scientologist... were still working on that one... time to go to bed.

In that house of quiet dying, through still sheers that turn the day to gray, only two chairs of six are sat upon, the bed no longer shared.

Another event found only in the autobiography is the near - rape of Wilder in Minnesota, when the husband of a sick woman she was caring for came into her bed, drunk one night, ordering her to «lie still!»

Or if I found out that I lost my last bit of money, or if I were told that people are waiting for me at the place where I work and I am still at home, still in bed, etc.?

It is really cold where we live, and I've brought him clothes and cat food and blankets, but I still can't sleep at night in my warm bed while I think of him out in the 20 degree weather, sometimes in rain and snow.

Does your mommy know you're using her computer, or is she still in bed with your new «uncle» she picked up at the bar last night?

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.

I look at them in their beds and it's like they're every age they ever were, all at once, still the babies I watched sleep for hours, just to make sure they were still breathing.

And I also know that by 2:42 a.m. when all has been restored and babies are sleeping again and the window is cracked open for a bit of fresh air, when we are back in our bed and quietly groaning at how over-the-puking-thing we both are by now, it's then, when he reaches out for me and moves the hair back off my neck before resting his calloused hands on the baby still growing within me, when the baby rolls up against his palm, and he whispers, «hey, you» quietly, it's in that moment that I think the love we make or find or reimagine at the unexpected moments is still the sweetest.

As we crawl into our warm, dry beds we do not want to even think about them huddling under a bush in an ice storm, soaked to the skin, shaking and shivering uncontrollably, praying they'll still be alive in the morning.

The location of those left is known — still in bed or at the grinding mill.

FAVORITE!!!!!!!!!!! Now if I were still in school, I would abhor this part of the summer because I always hated school, but if I had these recipes — They would motivate me to get out of bed in the morning to deal with school days!

Just this morning we were debating the origins of DST while still in bed.

, still is) a teetering stack of cookbooks on my side of the bed, and in it was a little beauty called Casa Moro, the second cookbook by Sam and Sam Clark, chef - owners of the London restaurant Moro.

then freak out, as I do, when you see it's 9 a.m. and you're still in bed... aaaand Church Service is about to wrap - up.

It's raining, it's pouring... I wish I was in bed still snoring (which I don't do, of course).

I guess you already know that breakfast is the most important meal of the day, everyone knows that, but still sometimes we prefer to stay in bed a couple of minutes longer until is too late to have a proper breakfast.

On days when the sun is hidden or I am feeling a little fragile and in need of some self - indulgence upon getting out of bed, what better way than to glam up a bowl of oats to provide a «lets - make - everything - better» chocolately hit... whilst still providing the fuel to power me through the morning.

When the alarm buzzes at 5:40 am, I groggily pull myself out of bed and go through the motions, but my pace is slow and my mind is still back in bed, resting under the sheets.

Remove ribs and stems, chop into bite - sized pieces / Heat oil in a large skillet / If you're using garlic, saute for a minute or two / Lightly saute kale, coating with oil / Cover skillet and steam kale until wilted but still bright green, adding a tablespoon or so water, if needed / Make a round opening in kale large enough for a large egg yolk / Crack egg and place in opening on bed of kale / Cover again and cook until yolk looks cloudy and firm / Sprinkle with grated cheese / Remove from the heat and cover until cheese is lightly melted / Add salt and pepper to taste.

So when the clock reads 8:30 am and I'm still snuggled in my warm bed, it has to be...

Whilst Adriana's story is one example of aid helping to fight hunger, there are still 870 million people, or 1 in 8 of us, going to bed hungry every night.

Things wrapped up late (my kids back in NYC were getting up when I was going to bed), but before I Ubered it back to my hotel, I asked Jeannette if she'd still be holding court at the end of the bar like she has for years.

Even now (and I've been out of the house for a LONG time) when I go back to my childhood home (where my parents still live) I take in everything you mentioned - the smell, the hight of the sink and bed, etc..

Sanchez is still bedding in, and hasn't made a staunch impact at his new club; Cazorla, during Ozil's absence, will see plenty of game time, and will be hoping to bring some incision into Arsenal's play from the middle - third of the pitch; Wilshere, having shown glimpses of his ability already this season, could be the player who gives Arsenal the cutting edge, during this tough period for the club.

Well, I was in bed at 9:00 last night and I'm still whooped today!

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According to AS, Luis Suarez didn't attend as he is still laid up in bed after picking up a hamstring injury during Barca's Copa del Rey final against Sevilla.

The circular beds are gone, and nobody stalks the halls in silk pajamas anymore, but the cavernous bar, dark and oppressive, still stands as a shrine to the black arts of bacchanalia.

Sometimes the things that are hardest are the most intimate — a first - grader's secret fear of going on the sports overnight because he still wets his bed, a freshman just looking at himself in the gym mirror that first day of high school wrestling tryouts, or years later lying awake and breathing in for hours before rolling out of bed to get on a flight to Helmand province.

The fact he is still here and in bed with Kroenke and his strategy is even more reason for his departure.

oh yeah and i nearly forgot to mention tne dignity our boys showed in defeat... your a credit am still gutted and am goin to bed now to cry loudly and long into the night....

It's easy to say it didn't work when you've lost and I don't think Chambers had a particularly good game, but Newcastle didn't massively trouble us throughout the whole match, yet we still contrived to sh*t the bed in a game on away soil.