Sentences with phrase «still near impossible»

I could do little for myself and holding my baby was still near impossible.

Not exact matches

While it is impossible to be precise about the magnitude or the timing of near - term movements in commodity prices, this assumption seems reasonable on the grounds that industrialisation and urbanisation in China still has some way to run.

Although it's near impossible to capture a year of link building posts in a dozen - or - so links, I'll still give it a try.

On the other hand, the image of some large beast passing through a needle's eye, as a piquant figure for something impossible, is found in other ancient Near Eastern sources, and the vastly preponderant weight of textual evidence still favors the contortionist dromedary over the elastic hawser.

It's near impossible to tell who was a christian because they believed and who was a christian out of convenience, but that is besides the point because I can still think that GW may have had his priorities wrong even after he did so much good for this country and has been relegated to near god - like status.

Better still, the delicious granola comes in small 1.5 oz packs — perfect for carrying on - the - go and if you find it near impossible to stick to the proper serving of granola, then you'll love the fact that it is pre-portioned to ensure you are topping your yogurt, salad or smoothies with just the right amount.

It seems near impossible cramming all of these players into one balanced team, but an approach similar to Manchester City's may pay dividends, in which 5 offensive players are used in a loosely fluid formation, this may allow for Firmino to still be an effective spearhead to the press, alongside Lacazette, but this would be an intriguing prospect nonetheless for Jürgen Klopp, and for fans alike to see.

Slowly I got used to the idea and now it's a lot easier to take all three kids with me but I've still experienced some near - impossible events of having to corral the kids through the parking lot or chase them down while holding my purse and a baby.

Despite all the movement, it's still damn near impossible to tell what position your baby is in for sure (head down, breech, transverse, etc.), but it's also still too early to be worrying about it.

The SNP, having won that extraordinarily unlikely overall majority in Holyrood in 2011, have not carried on that level of momentum - a near impossible task - but are still doing well.

While the sealant makes the finish much more durable — and the chalk paint offers a much, much stronger bond that's near impossible to scrub off than acrylic paint — it's still considered a semi-permanent finish.

While the Cold War may be nearing its end, there are still plenty of bad guys to punch and plenty of bones to break and plenty of «impossible» missions to accomplish.

While this is changing — some literary agents are taking indie authors now, and organizations are cropping up to give self - published books physical retail opportunities — it's still darn near impossible to get an independently published book into bookstores.

Most people in the industry tread cautiously around that subject because too many hopeful hearts are still set on attaining the near - impossible prize of seeing their book in stores with a major imprint logo on the cover.

And all too often, success still ends up as failure, in financial terms... Because raising the required project / capex funding to exploit the company's assets proves impossible, or it means existing shareholders get diluted to near - oblivion.

Luckily, there are mobile vets that can come to the home for special cases, but these vets still often have to deal with behavior issues that can make routine examinations dangerous and near impossible!

Even after playing the game for many hours I still found it nearly impossible to judge anything but the simplest leaps correctly on the first go, instead usually finding myself embedded on the nearest row of spikes, and that surprises me a little because I'm usually fairly good at judging such things in games.

I didn't mind these at first as they allowed players to keep playing while still experiencing the story, but they soon became annoying as the tapes overpower the game audio, making it near impossible to hear what's going on around you, killing any real chance at a stealth run.

The sad fact is that the gaming community as a whole seems to have held this game up to near impossible standards and while Destiny doesn't quite hit the stars like some thought it might, it still stands as one of the most enjoyable and ambitious games in recent history.

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.