Sentences with phrase «finally out of my hair»

I'm grateful that a certain someone who's been a nightmare to deal with for almost three years is finally out of my hair, hopefully to be replaced by someone better.

Not exact matches

It takes a long time to finally get that sticky mess out of my hair and off my clothes.

When the doctor on call finally bolted into the room after being repeatedly paged (Cyndi overheard the nurses say Dr. King was taking forever because of family visiting from out of town), she was wearing a Tie - dye T - shirt and her hair was wet as if she'd just been swimming.

It will be a great day in NYS when Paterson is permanently out of our hair and the Spitzer - Paterson team has FINALLY become a thing of the past.

I used to dread what my hair would look like in September when I finally let it out of the bun or ponytail it had been trapped in for 2 months.

Zaya Oils is a brand I'd read about so many times before on countless other blogs and websites so when I finally got the chance to try out some of their gorgeous Hair Oil, I was pretty psyched!

The light this foggy morning allowed me to finally make clear how grey my hair is, or is not, and what the impact of the grow - out is.

You're finally out of high school and you now have the freedom to paint your nails with all the colors that you want, dye your hair whatever color you desire it to be and of course, play around with makeup!

Having trawled the Internet for ideas to get this buildup of hairspray out of my hair, I finally hit the jackpot visiting this site — and many thanks to Beth who came up with this fabulous idea.

My hair had a lot of breakage around the face, but it's finally grown out to about chin length, so I think it will look good when I curl it.

All of the looks that I pull together, in reflection of my personal style, require a lot, but not in the way you'd think... Not only do I take a bit of time to get [somewhat] dolled up, I'm talking hair styled, make up and nails done, but I also work with a couple of photographers (mainly Chris or Brittany)-- whose schedules may not always align flawlessly with mine; and then finally, I also need to figure out what to do with my daughter while I go out for a shoot.

They always dressed stylishly (even when going out to buy some bread and cheese), they always cared of their hair and fingernails, finally, they were always friendly and charming.

Well, I took a red eye to New York from Los Angeles so I got in at 6, battled traffic to get into the city, checked into the hotel, took a shower, and I was in the middle of my shower when I got the news — I had to wash out the shampoo, but I had to put conditioner in my hair because it was a tangled mess, so by the time I finally got out of the shower I had all of these messages and voice messages on my phone from people congratulating me.

At five in the morning someone banging on the door and shouting, her husband, John, leaping out of bed, grabbing his rifle, and Roscoe at the same time roused from the backhouse, his bare feet pounding: Mattie hurriedly pulled on her robe, her mind prepared for the alarm of war, but the heart stricken that it would finally have come, and down the stairs she flew to see through the open door in the lamplight, at the steps of the portico, the two horses, steam rising from their flanks, their heads lifting, their eyes wild, the driver a young darkie with rounded shoulders, showing stolid patience even in this, and the woman standing in her carriage no one but her aunt Letitia Pettibone of McDonough, her elderly face drawn in anguish, her hair a straggled mess, this woman of such fine grooming, this dowager who practically ruled the season in Atlanta standing up in the equipage like some hag of doom, which indeed she would prove to be.

Finally, if you've always wanted your dog to have fur that resembled the hair of a young maiden out of a fairy tale, then definitely consider going with Horizon's Legacy formula.

Breath of the Wild still has annoying NPCs, but it is much more relaxing to finally see some voice acting that doesn't make me want to tear my hair out.

btw — I am my own hairdresser although never studied it — au natural; majority of hair fell out like chemo problem and when it grew back, came in all silver... major car rear end accident in 1972 rearranged my neck years before so finally had to take on the task myself.

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.