Sentences with phrase «catch it back up later»

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Going back to school — five years from now, is that too late to go back to school and get caught up?

There's also one incre.dibly famous instance where a group of jewish refug.ees made it on a boat and arrived at E.llis Island, but without proper entry or docu.mentation were refused entry into the US and had to be sent back to Europe where they were later all rounded up (having been caught in Vi.chy France) and sent to camps.

Deputy editor Andrew Knowlton recently came back from the annual Charleston Wine + Food festival, where he caught up with Brock for our latest foodcast episode.

Kos was class last night always looking to pass forward and drive forward from the back and he got the same as ramsey: / Ozil once again showing his class Walcott worked hard as well BFG actually good game against top opposition without getting caught out to far up field Bellerin needs to concentrate a bit more on his defending of late but you can let him off as hes still only 20

One surprise pregnancy later (with a missed placement due to said pregnancy) and another half year catching up on licensing, classes, a new home study, we were back on the list in February.

The second night, with my husband in attendance, we stayed up later and he slept better, but by 6 am, I'd pulled him back into the sleeping bag, desperately hoping he'd catch a few more winks before dawn.

(The Linky will stay permanently in the post, so you can come back later and catch up on any blogs you may have missed.)

If you haven't seen a movie with your wife since the late «90s, this is the perfect time to catch a matinee and a quick lunch before heading back to pick up the kiddos.

(The Mr. Linky will stay permanently in the post, so you can come back later and catch up on any blogs you may have missed.)

He wound up in Creedmoor Psychiatric Center in Queens, from which he slipped away in 2009, then got caught less than two days later back in his old stomping grounds.

Kweku Baako also suggested that there may be no way back for some of the officials caught up in this latest exposé.

For many patients we're catching it to late or their disease is too aggressive and people really losing functional vision from glaucoma, whether it's their peripheral vision or even eventually their central vision, it's very motivating to be able to take note of the fact that we've got patients in these tough situations losing vision to glaucoma and then to be able to go back to the lab and to hook up with great collaborators and really try to attack the problem scientifically.

After coffee time, I duck back to the tv to catch the latest dish being whipped up by Ree Drummond.

When I was little I would always spend the night at my cousins house on Christmas eve, and we would stay up as late as we would trying to catch «santa» eventually passing out, and waking up at daybreak when we would race out into the living room, grab our stockings take them back to our room and rip them apart with excitement.

I know it's a little late for a look back but I thought I'd try and catch up a bit.

I am already late and I need to pack and to catch up with a friend before heading back to Germany.

I'm not super caught up on what the latest trends will be but I'm not too worried because I plan on going back to the basics and to the classics!

It was a comedy of errors — we went on the wrong train after many failed attempts to hail a cab, missed empty cabs on the other side of the street, and ended up walking back to the hotel an hour and a half later only to catch a cab a few blocks away.

As the day progressed, the Royals led a horse drawn carriage procession back towards Buckingham Palace, and later, security opened up the mall to allow what could only be described as a sea of people to race towards the palace gates to catch a glimpse of the Royal balcony appearance.

I got back from London late last night and I definitely need to spend the next day or two catching up on emails and sleep.

Check back in the coming days to see if I end up catching Richard Ayoade's latest, or some other film that was playing at the same time.

Authors, acquisitions, awards — Catch up on our most recent happenings and check back for the latest updates.

I haven't the time to read them this week (since I'm not here), so I will come back later and catch up.

Despite this, the phone struggles to catch - up with features and specifications that were first introduced back in late - 2012.

It's a boon if you're pressed for time, as you can head back to the saved list later on, browse what you've linked and catch up on your reading.

However, you can always contribute more to your 401 (k) plan later to catch up once you get back to working, and if you have a large enough emergency fund (at least three to six months» worth of income), you may still be able to contribute to retirement through individual retirement accounts (IRAs) or taxable brokerage accounts.

After a clearing the fishermen stopped to set up their nets for the mornings catch and will later come back in the early evening to pull in the fish caught in the nets.

So we packed up and headed back home for some breakfast with plans to head down to the southern end of the island later this afternoon to catch the low tide, so stay tuned as I'll load some more photos later this evening.

The Samba hotel offers guest the opportunity to kick back, relax under the Spanish sun catching up on the latest novel, or join in the fun and games at the beach.

On the other hand the episodic structure of the game does mean that you can play a section and come back weeks later without having to worry about catching up on the plot by reading Wikipedia, not that Wikipedia can always be trusted.

One negative I found through my play sessios was that if you crashed later on in a race you pretty much had no chance to catch back up to the leaders of the pack.

It appears that America is now waking up to the importance of this artist, whose career began back in the late 60s and who was showing with Richard Tuttle and Raoul de Keyser in the late 70s — we here in the UK have a little catching up to do, it seems.

Perhaps you should catch up with the latest events over at WUWT, Anthony Watts has now confirmed that Steve Goddard was right all along, it has been backed up by quite a few other bloggers who have looked at the data.

I'm back in DC after a lovely summer in Wisconsin and am catching up on the latest developments here.

I just got your other email and will get back to you later today so we can catch up.

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.

Call it week 31 of the one room challenge... (if you're new here, this room was part of a decor blog link up challenge to re-do one room in six weeks, the reveal date coincided with our real life moving date - in retrospect, not the best planning on my part, but you can catch up with all that design drama including sources and before and afters — here) Finally, here's the pretty reveal (complete with professional photos by Nicole Cohen) that I wish I could've posted back in November - better late than never!