Sentences with phrase «finally got to my feet»

By the time I finally got to my feet, I stayed there — a victory that must have assured me, on some profound and preverbal level, that determination was a mighty ally.

Not exact matches

After about two to three hours, I finally had the flames under control, down to about 10 - 15 feet high, and went to the tool shed to get a rake and a shovel.

After spending many months under several feet of snow, we finally got to enjoy some beautiful weather — 60s, sunny, perfect.

So does Usain Bolt, He fails to get the ball under control and is forever falling over, dreadful at tracking back and as Alan Hanson mentioned many moons ago... «he crosses when he should shoot, poor football brain»... And finally he shoots by side footing the ball.

Time for some brutal honesty... this team, as it stands, is in no better position to compete next season than they were 12 months ago, minus the fact that some fans have been easily snowed by the acquisition of Lacazette, the free transfer LB and the release of Sanogo... if you look at the facts carefully you will see a team that still has far more questions than answers... to better show what I mean by this statement I will briefly discuss the current state of affairs on a position - by - position basis... in goal we have 4 potential candidates, but in reality we have only 1 option with any real future and somehow he's the only one we have actively tried to get rid of for years because he and his father were a little too involved on social media and he got caught smoking (funny how people still defend Wiltshire under the same and far worse circumstances)... you would think we would want to keep any goaltender that Juventus had interest in, as they seem to have a pretty good history when it comes to that position... as far as the defenders on our current roster there are only a few individuals whom have the skill and / or youth worthy of our time and / or investment, as such we should get rid of anyone who doesn't meet those simple requirements, which means we should get rid of DeBouchy, Gibbs, Gabriel, Mertz and loan out Chambers to see if last seasons foray with Middlesborough was an anomaly or a prediction of things to come... some fans have lamented wildly about the return of Mertz to the starting lineup due to his FA Cup performance but these sort of pie in the sky meanderings are indicative of what's wrong with this club and it's wishy - washy fan - base... in addition to these moves the club should aggressively pursue the acquisition of dominant and mobile CB to stabilize an all too fragile defensive group that has self - destructed on numerous occasions over the past 5 seasons... moving forward and building on our need to re-establish our once dominant presence throughout the middle of the park we need to target a CDM then do whatever it takes to get that player into the fold without any of the usual nickel and diming we have become famous for (this kind of ruthless haggling has cost us numerous special players and certainly can't help make the player in question feel good about the way their future potential employer feels about them)... in order for us to become dominant again we need to be strong up the middle again from Goalkeeper to CB to DM to ACM to striker, like we did in our most glorious years before and during Wenger's reign... with this in mind, if we want Ozil to be that dominant attacking midfielder we can't keep leaving him exposed to constant ridicule about his lack of defensive prowess and provide him with the proper players in the final third... he was never a good defensive player in Real or with the German National squad and they certainly didn't suffer as a result of his presence on the pitch... as for the rest of the midfield the blame falls squarely in the hands of Wenger and Gazidis, the fact that Ramsey, Ox, Sanchez and even Ozil were allowed to regularly start when none of the aforementioned had more than a year left under contract is criminal for a club of this size and financial might... the fact that we could find money for Walcott and Xhaka, who weren't even guaranteed starters, means that our whole business model needs a complete overhaul... for me it's time to get rid of some serious deadweight, even if it means selling them below what you believe their market value is just to simply right this ship and change the stagnant culture that currently exists... this means saying goodbye to Wiltshire, Elneny, Carzola, Walcott and Ramsey... everyone, minus Elneny, have spent just as much time on the training table as on the field of play, which would be manageable if they weren't so inconsistent from a performance standpoint (excluding Carzola, who is like the recent version of Rosicky — too bad, both will be deeply missed)... in their places we need to bring in some proven performers with no history of injuries... up front, although I do like the possibilities that a player like Lacazette presents, the fact that we had to wait so many years to acquire some true quality at the striker position falls once again squarely at the feet of Wenger... this issue highlights the ultimate scam being perpetrated by this club since the arrival of Kroenke: pretend your a small market club when it comes to making purchases but milk your fans like a big market club when it comes to ticket prices and merchandising... I believe the reason why Wenger hasn't pursued someone of Henry's quality, minus a fairly inexpensive RVP, was that he knew that they would demand players of a similar ilk to be brought on board and that wasn't possible when the business model was that of a «selling» club... does it really make sense that we could only make a cheeky bid for Suarez, or that we couldn't get Higuain over the line when he was being offered up for half the price he eventually went to Juve for, or that we've only paid any interest to strikers who were clearly not going to press their current teams to let them go to Arsenal like Benzema or Cavani... just part of the facade that finally came crashing down when Sanchez finally called their bluff... the fact remains that no one wants to win more than Sanchez, including Wenger, and although I don't agree with everything that he has done off the field, I would much rather have Alexis front and center than a manager who has clearly bought into the Kroenke model in large part due to the fact that his enormous ego suggests that only he could accomplish great things without breaking the bank... unfortunately that isn't possible anymore as the game has changed quite dramatically in the last 15 years, which has left a largely complacent and complicit Wenger on the outside looking in... so don't blame those players who demanded more and were left wanting... don't blame those fans who have tried desperately to raise awareness for several years when cracks began to appear... place the blame at the feet of those who were well aware all along of the potential pitfalls of just such a plan but continued to follow it even when it was no longer a financial necessity, like it ever really was...

I called first the doctor's office to explain my dilemma, then my husband to inform him that he would have to take the day off work the next day to get me to the doctor because he had finally put his foot down and said not another day longer.

Fifteen years ago I trained my standard poodles — and after 14 years, finally got them to walk without pulling me off my feet by using a constant treat technique of giving them a treat more or less every 10 feet — I call it the Pez technique.

So getting David Cameron committed to 80 % elected is much better than a hope that Labour will finally, after years of dragging its feet, get round to backing reform.

Supporters of the controversial HS2 project will finally make an effort to get on the front foot today, with a report warning of thousands of weekend track closures if it does not go ahead.

Finally, working for a while as a substitute teacher or teacher's assistant can help to get your foot in the door — and also get you paid while you're working on fulfilling certification requirements.

It would take me four more days — and a puzzling episode where it took me six hours to realize that I had my shoes on the wrong feet — before I finally got myself to an emergency room for the diagnosis: a concussion.

Thirty - one feet later, they get to the large intestine, and finally, the bladder.

She recalled three recent notices relevant to scientists interested in working abroad: a list of opportunities in a French research institute; the Leonardo da Vinci work experience scheme, which is open to graduates and could get you a foot in the door, and finally, 40 - week placements in the biological sciences for graduates currently based in the West Midlands.

When I got this, I was finally able to get back on my feet and get around a bit.

As we leash up (I'm not sure if I leash them or they leash me), my 85 - pound female labradoodle gets this giant gleeful grin on her face, just like the look I had on my face the first day of early summer when my mother would tell me it was finally warm enough to go swimming or in winter, when school was cancelled and we looked out on a foot of snow!

After six months, I finally got the courage to strip down and place each foot on its cold, heartless surface.

And I finally got the chance to try my buttonhole foot on my sewing machine.

I feel that same glee here today to be able to finally get these sweet, classic little ruby cuties on my feet.

It takes way longer than was necessary to finally pick up its feet and get going but once it does the last couple of hours zips along fine, with the last two thirds of the movie basically being made up of a sequence of big set - pieces which vary in effectiveness, some relying too much on CGI or being repetitive while others are unique and eye - catching in their own right.

Footloose drags its heels to the senior prom and, when it finally gets there, shoves in one last punch - up that puts an odd spin on what should be an upbeat display of happy feet.

But considering that decade - plus development period, it seems Marvel got cold feet once cameras were about to roll, and Wright's singular vision was about to finally be printed on celluloid.

Trouble is, Internet infamy doesn't equal job opportunities and now, the only way for Carl to clear his name and get back on his feet is by taking the plunge and finally trying to do things his way — in a food truck.

Perhaps most of the blame should be laid at the ten - gallon feet of Ted Turner, Fortune 500's Yosemite Sam / Ross Perot amalgam who seeks, it appears, to finally get the South to rise again, single - handedly, after about 150 years of threats.

If you want to get it sideways, you can by flicking the wheel under trailing throttle or by flat - footing the throttle and waiting for the engine's output to finally overwhelm the tires.

TOMMY MILNER, NO. 64 MOBIL 1 / SiriusXM CHEVROLET CORVETTE C7.R: «It feels good to finally get your feet wet in the race and get a rhythm.

After months and months of reading investing focused books, sites and blogs I've finally gotten to the point where I feel reasonably ready to jump into DIY investing with both feet, or at the very least test the waters with the tips of my toes (as you can see, my investment mood varies depending on the day)!

Those who struggled in the past but have finally found their footing might find that their scores aren't high enough to get a good loan.

Perhaps, due to Mr. Market's recent valuation of Rite Aid shares (well off the imputed value of the Albertsons purchase price of $ 2.63 per share) the Albertson's private equity owners got cold feet and called off the IPO; after all, their goal was to provide themselves with liquidity so they could finally exit their position in Albertsons.

Well, if you've finally taken some time to reflect on your goals and life situation, done some research and gotten some questions answered; if you are set to get your feet wet in more rewarding money growth opportunities with the resources you have at the ready, then it's time to asset allocate!

Returning home, Hawker required bottled oxygen and was forced to use a walker when she finally got on her feet again.

And I got ta say that after spending the last 2 months out of the water with a knarly infected (rusty steel) hole in my foot it was finally, good to get back in the... [Read more...]

«The rooms do not have windows, the very dirty bed is 5 feet long, the room about 4 × 5 feet, the shared bathroom was extreme dirty and moldy, it's a fight to get a towel and once I got it I did not use it because of the big brown spots, I finally left this ugly place, was too afraid for my health.»

In a recent episode of his absorbing podcast, «Revisionist History,» cultural critic Malcolm Gladwell interrogates a statue modeled after a news photograph of a confrontation in 1963 between a police officer with a dog and a young black boy in Birmingham, Alabama.1 Made by African American sculptor Dr. Ronald McDowell, The Foot Soldier (1995) is far more horrific than the photo, Gladwell convincingly argues, because it bears an added imaginative potency: the narrative is told by a traditionally silenced voice, and for Gladwell this «is just what happens when the people on the bottom finally get the power to tell the story their way.»

I'm relatively optimistic that we'll deal with climate change, what I'm not optimistic about is whether we'll manage to deal with it in anything resembling an «easy» way — I forsee us getting to a point mid-century (or even earlier) when we finally realise we're basically f*cked if we don't get CO2 levels down to something like 350ppm / quickly /, and we have to put the whole world's economy on a total war footing in a desperate attempt to get there.

Reed recalls that just getting to the GPS - marked forest plots in the Tolo River community was an adventure, involving a charter flight, a boat ride, a motorcycle, a horseback ride — then finally a trek on foot into the forest following the patrol.

Alas, the booklet doesn't seem to be generally available, but there are quite a few graphics of pages from it on the Pentagram site, like the one below of the rocket sled, that now features anatomical hand grips and a foot rest, showing that the lawyers have finally gotten through to management.

Finally, be prepared to talk about your employment history during the interview process; a functional resume is designed to attract attention to your skills and get your foot into the door.

I think I finally broke that circle with him, taking the attention «from the food» to the kids) but I think that could be the reason his brother JP who eats everything that gets to his hands since a baby is trying to get my attention but I don't know what else to say or do to prevent those things to happen because he starts sitting with his feet on the table, eats with his hands, I've tried asking him to behave or leave upstairs, tried to make mealtime fun, I've tried ignoring the bad behavior and focusing on the conversation, what has worked because he finishes and ask for permission to leave, the mayor problem that I see is that he is not getting the message that i am trying to send that he is as important as his brother not only during mealtime, and his little sister follows him a lot so now she is standing up and fooling around during lunch just like his brother, sometimes they end up playing running around the table!!!! And I can't ignore, and LM is looking at me like saying «are you going to do something mom??»