My poor vision gives me a soft-focus morning. For the first half hour, I kind of wander through my house, and everything is a blur. I put my contacts in when I’m ready to deal with the world.
I blend my green drink every morning. I also fix my son a full-on American breakfast with bacon and toast.
I wake up every morning at, like, seven or eight because I think that there’s a bad story about me, and I have to check. My worst fear is waking up and finding something bad about me on the Internet.
My aunt had a season ticket for the Friday afternoon concerts, and I would go down for lessons. My lessons were Saturday morning.
I have a great deal of company in the house, especially in the morning when nobody calls.
This morning I was laughing at my cat who was running up the stairs and slipped, and pretended like it didn’t happen.
By Thursday morning, we’d gotten over the worst of it.
My principal motivation is supporting my family, which is not a bad reason for getting up in the morning. That’s always been my motivation – to take care of the people who rely on me.
Every Saturday morning when we are making breakfast, we twerk in the kitchen. It is so much fun.
It is always with excitement that I wake up in the morning wondering what my intuition will toss up to me, like gifts from the sea. I work with it and rely on it. It’s my partner.
I have never known what it feels like to wake up in the morning full of the joys of spring, and wander through the day feeling capable of coping.
When I step into the kitchen in the morning, I go for the scrambled eggs with pine nuts and minced lamb. When I finish at night, it is hard to resist the burger.
Animation is a great way to work. No early morning call times, no make-up chair. In live action, you’re always fighting the clock; the sun is always going down too soon.
Our traditions have been waking up on Christmas morning and feasting on a southern breakfast. I’m from the South. We eat grits and biscuits and gravy and eggs with Ritz crackers and country ham, bacon, you name it.
My father played five years for Valence in France’s second division. I’d always cry when he would leave for training. Every morning, I’d say, ‘Dad, take me with you. Please, please take me with you!’
You numb yourself so you’re not terrified when you’re on TV at 7 o’clock in the morning with Justin Bieber, who you just met a couple of days before, having to perform in front of millions of people.
When traveling with someone, take large does of patience and tolerance with your morning coffee.
Make no mistake: Bob Ritchie’s up early in the morning taking pictures of his son on the first day of his senior year. Kid Rock is passed out in a hotel room somewhere with four scantily-clad women.
I meditate an hour in the morning and an hour in the evening. Once a year I go away for a long retreat. And overall, I just feel more comfortable in my own skin and less anxious, less sad, less fearful.
When Woodstock ended on Monday morning, over 600 acres of garbage was left behind on Max Yasgur’s farm. It took over 400 volunteers and $100,000 to remove it all.
Not one person from the music world has ever come with – as if I could get a rock’n’roller up at four in the morning to play golf – but that’s fine. I have way too much going on to sit around waiting for tee time at two in the afternoon.
I felt that working at an office from the early morning was impossible for me. Anyway, I wanted to be free from that lifestyle as soon as possible. I wanted to take it easy.
Every morning is a battle between the superego and the id, and I am a mere foot soldier with mud and a snooze button on her shield.
Football has never left me. I still wake up in the morning and think of the operating room like a game, like it’s showtime, let’s perform.
I write seven days a week, starting at 4 o’clock in the morning, including Christmas.
