Sentences with phrase «wear out of the middle»

Not exact matches

Cold, warm, soggy, over-mayoed, under - mayoed, with leftover Easter eggs, eggs that have been sitting in the fridge for six months, fresh eggs, overboiled eggs (but NEVER underdone eggs), mustard, celery or celery seed, mayo, cheese or no cheese, tunafish added, crispy iceberg lettuce with no nutritional value whatsoever, bacon crumbles or sliced green olives, scallions, chives... Egg salad is just a high - protein base for hundreds of combinations, and it wears well on day - old Wonderbread, or Portugese rolls or French loves with the middles hollowed out to make room for all of the veggies you add.

Remember if you aren't at the head of the class when it comes to the development of young talent, which means eyes on the ground everywhere, a vast array of connections with soccer associations throughout Europe and beyond and a manager willing to properly train and play said blue chippers, (like the 90s Arsenal or clubs like the modern day Monaco and Dortmund) you need to spend to win... anything in between is highly problematic... failure to make the necessary changes leaves you in the proverbial «no man's land» and that is currently where we reside... it's difficult to get out of this rut... just ask either of the Milan teams... next step after that is being known as a «seller», which could be us already if and when Sanchez leaves... there are only two teams that have worn this moniker in recent times and had some decent success and that is Athletico Madrid and Dortmond, which only occurred when they both brought in new, charismatic leaders in Simmone & Klopp... the odds that Wenger could conjure up the magic to repeat the performances of a bygone era are incredibly low, so why prolong the agony... he's not willing to create the hierarchy necessary to go the youth route and he's unwilling to put his team's potential success ahead of his job security by laying it on the line with Moustache, so it's time to place all your chips in the middle or go gently into that good night

Hair Texture: Medium to Fine Curls Hair Color: Natural chocolate brown (never color - treated) Biggest Hair Concern: Curl definition and frizz Skin Tone: Fair / Cool Skin Type: Oily Greatest Skin Concern: Acne and redness The Product I Always Run Out Of: Mascara Biggest Beauty Regret: Chemically straightened hair in middle school Beauty Product You Can't Live Without: Highlighter Beauty Product You'll Never Use: Self - tanner Biggest Beauty Indulgence: LED Facial If I Could Trade Makeup Bags With Anyone It Would Be: Rihanna and EXO's Baekhyun Fragrance I'm Currently Wearing: Usually Demeter Jasmine or Hawaiian Vanilla

It's the middle of the year, the sun is always out, there's a different party to attend every weekend, all of your favorite bands are touring through town, and you're always asking yourself «what do I wear!?»

I've definitely got more use out of it than expected, and my favorite time to wear it, believe it or not, is the middle of the day.

Talking a little personal, I don't feel good about my breast size because they are not sexily big and wish to have a bit bigger ones:P That's why, I am quite uncomfortable wearing a dress that has a wide open - cut in the middle of chest, although I REALLY want to try out those dresses just because I personally consider them sexier and more attractive.

They scared the living daylights out of me, since they were worn with low - rise jeans and therefore would've exposed the entirety of my middle - jiggle.

From his gruff, middle - aged man voice (which I still wish, deep down, was voiced by Danny DeVito) to his constant guzzling of black coffee, Detective Pikachu himself is easily the highlight of the game thanks to the game's witty writing and dialogue, and he never wears out his welcome.

Kirk, a little worn out by being in the middle of an extensive five year deep space mission, fuels up for supplies in a Federation space complex.

Sisters Rachel and Helen live in Roam, a place that «felt like the abandoned capital of an ancient civilization: still a wonder to behold, out here in the middle of nowhere, but worn down, broken, nearly empty.»

It was obviously the Sacred Jersey of Zap, and proved that he had been placed with this innocuous family in the middle of America to fly, become invisible, shoot guns out of people's hands from a distance, and wear his underpants over his jeans in the manner of Superman.

You can tell because the figure comes with a little mini Majora's Mask for Link to wear, if you feel like freaking out everyone who stumbles upon this figure in the middle of the night.

You don't want your child driving a car with dangerously worn brakes or an engine that conks out in the middle of nowhere.

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.