Sentences with phrase «even screeching»

Following a car accident, for example, it is difficult to manage street traffic once again — even screeching tires can evoke significant anxiety.

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Those who screech out «Keep the Christ in Christmas» or the Fox News mongers saying there's some sort of war on Christmas forget that Christmas has gotten so large as to start eating other holidays like Thanksgiving... and Halloween even.

But everything came to a screeching halt one evening while cooking dinner when my water broke at 21 weeks and 2 days.

You could put the blame on Bobby Cox, for his failure to pull Charlie Leibrandt in Game 6 of the 1991 World Series, before Leibrandt gave up that epic home run to Kirby Puckett; or you could put it on Lonnie Smith, who screeched to a halt on the base paths when second baseman Chuck Knoblauch pantomimed a throw to second even though the ball was already in the outfield.

If we get the players were in for we will all be optimistic even the window licker.a few tweaks to the squad and we will be bang up for the job.imagine that beast screech holding with jack / arron santi.the hig playing off girou, and a centre half please to play alongside kos as I'm still not convinced by the bigman.if carlsberg did transfer windows... I know red truth would be licking it

Calming yourself by deep breathing, listening to soothing music or even having a cup of tea (admittedly a challenge if you're holding a screeching infant) may reduce your own discomfort enough to allow you to project a serene attitude.

I was sad because I could not get the headphones to work anymore and even when I brought another pair the screeching noise was still there Some days I would be able to hear the heart beat and other days I would hear nothing at all.

Little caboose was so overwrought from the fear of being disconnected all day that she continued to screech «choo - choo» and pull at her coupling even after they were stopped for the night.

It may seem like you will never get a good night's sleep — or even a moment to enjoy your favorite new TV show — without a baby screeching in your ear, but hope is in sight.

Lack of libido combined with the physical and hormonal changes that having a baby brings, can bring even the most active pre-baby sex lives to a screeching halt.

Even to the most romantic of PDP fanatics, their inner voice would scream and screech: these eras were unmitigated disasters!

What makes this bill even more silly is its vague language: A «disruptive demonstration» is a broad, objective term that could include everything from a quiet belch to a screeching fog horn.

They «speak» dialects — in both cases a high - pitched screech — that are so distinct from each other that even harbor seals seem to know the difference.

At a New York screening of Quentin Tarantino's latest, The Hateful Eight, some technical difficulties brought the evening to a screeching halt.

Unfortunately, Frears can't quite deliver the poignancy or even the universality that should undergird the giggles and screeches.

And, even then, who wants to listen to the Susan Hayward - screeching or watch the Richard Conte - posturing today even as a joke?

I'd even add that it's worth it just for the scene where everything screeches to a halt for a couple of minutes while Joe delivers an impassioned, vein - popping progressive screed about how all you rich white guys better watch out, because the United States is a confidence game cooked for the ruling class and one day poor, downtrodden minorities and women will rise up and take what's theirs.

Drive not even 200 miles and the worst and most annoying sound screeching from my transmission....

The EPA says I should get 22 miles per gallon combined, but during my week of launching, screeching and general shenanigans I only saw 16.6, far below even the city rating of 19 miles per gallon.

If you even breathe on the left pedal, things come screeching to a halt immediately.

Eerie music, with sounds of screeching violins among other sounds really sets the mood when walking up or down stairs or even whilst traveling through a confined cave in the dark, sure even with night vision a cave isn't a safe place to be if something was to confront you.

The races go at a tire screeching pace as the environments whizz past you and the action injects even more adrenaline into the experience as you reduce your opponents vehicles to misshapen lumps of metal.

Although the sound of tires screeching isn't really audible (maybe even non-existent), the engine sounds are absolutely phenomenal so far.

With enough energy, you can extinguish torches from afar, teleport, and even slow down time to a screeching halt!

If your toe even thinks about tapping one of the ground obstacles, you can expect your forward momentum to come to a screeching halt.

Career mode will keep players busy in a romp of seriousness and fun by doing everything from racing off - road trophy trucks, blazing down the Indy 500, screeching through countryside tracks with Formula One cars and even driving tractor trailers.

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.