Sentences with phrase «finally stumbling over»

With the Age of Ultron event finally stumbling over the finish line, the Marvel faithful breathe a sigh of relief as one of the most inconsistent and dollar - centric events comes to a close.
Federico Bernardeschi was given his first cap in two months in the closing minutes to try to change things up, but neither team looked like scoring, and the match finally stumbled over the finish line tied at 1 - 1, leaving Juve with some thinking to do as Sunday's six - pointer looms in the distance.

Not exact matches

When I finally got over my PTSD and began cooking fish again, I encountered a very serious stumbling block.
A few months ago I finally stumbled upon an entire aisle of PUL, snaps, hook & loop, fold over elastic (FOE), appliques, and instruction books on how to make cloth diapers, covers, and accessories.
The relationship stumbled over rocky terrain for a few months before she finally broke it off.
Hi Alyssa, I just somewhat stumbled over your blog and all those delicious looking & sounding recipes and will try out quite a few of them and are soon excited to finally get into my vegetarian / vegan journey and incorporate & learn more about legumes, pulses, quinoa and the healthy flours!
I have had to endure a week long phone relay race which I finally completed by stumbling over the finish line exhausted and angry.
This year I finally took the plunge and wrote a book, something I always wanted to do but kept stumbling over when it came to putting words on a page.
And finally we stumbled upon Cosmo, a long - haired tabby, who was rescued from the streets with his siblings and mom just over a year ago.
We don't want a dog that hunts for a while over there and then for a little while over here and then finally stumbles onto the bird.
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.
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