Sentences with phrase «with long hair age»

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There are guys in short - sleeve button - downs, a red - haired middle - aged woman who's brought her digital camera, a man with long ropey dreadlocks, a girl with highlighted hair and precise bangs, and a couple with a tiny baby sucking a pacifier.

With a record 463 appearances for the club, Zorc, nicknamed «Susi» because of his long - hair, was a hero when he stopped playing at aged 36, but fans will forever be indebted to the way he has taken the club forward in his off - the - field role.

LA JOLLA — Graying hair, crow's feet, an injury that's taking longer to heal than when we were 20 — faced with the unmistakable signs of aging, most of us have had a least one fantasy of turning back time.

«If your hair is long, and you are happy with it, don't ever think that you have to cut it because of your age.»

I am 63 years old with long dark hair and age should not be a factor when wearing the «right» red.

I am a mother of 2 children ages 12 & 14 they both are girls & i am employed I am a blonde with very long hair, green eyes I am white looking for Mr Right

Hi I'm Gina from Staffordshire I'm 61 yrs of age with big blue eyes and long brown hair going grey.

I am 36 yrs of age mix in race both indian and african slim tall in height brown skin in color with dark brown curly hair dark brown eyes I am a loving person whom seeking love long term with that special one it doesn't m..

I'm a single 31 y.o white male from bayonne nj I'm 5ft8 with Brown spikey hair brown eyes broad shoulders and a nice smile I'm very romantic and I'm looking for a long term relationship that leads to us getting married age race and size doesn't bother me

Im a single / bi / male / Cleveland ohio age 45y with long shoulder length dark brown and gray hair green eyes and mustach and beard looking for a single female cd to meet with and share my feelings and thoughs with her and show you the real me no games or bs and im a great freind and lover and likes...

62 yrs young, 5 ft 6» Tall, long Brown Hair, Hazel eyes, curvy, and with age creeping up glasses (what a bummer / / /) Love life to the full,

I am looking for friends and maybe even a mate but i am into men with long hair, and for me age does not matter

With his tufts of gravity - defying, shoe - polish hair and burnt - orange tan, Al Pacino has been sporting the look of a glammer - than - thou aging rock star for so long now that it's only fitting he's finally gotten around to playing one — which he does, exceedingly well, in «Danny Collins.»

Despite the obvious new age mood of the sessions, some of the discussion had a déjà vu quality to it, brought home by education historian David Cohen, the University of Michigan professor with long gray hair and backpack, who bemoaned the lack of a national curriculum and praised the efforts of the common core crowd.

I'm not sure if it's cause I got helped by a younger guy my age, (long blonde hair dude with Irish ar

There's the story of his miraculous birth, that he came into the world already circumcised, with a full head of hair all long and silver and already combed, and at the age of three could stand and deliver speeches on the virtues of his all - powerful moral authority in the sky.

The Princess was Owain's age, and quite a pretty girl, Owain judged, with light brown hair and freckles and gentle eyes over a long nose; it would be sad if time turned her into a swollen monster like her mother.

Because of border collies I have had friends in the darkest hours companions who became outdoor shadows and learned the meaning of unconditional love Because of border collies I have been taught how to approach the day how to see places and objects with refreshingly new eyes and to appreciate the possibilities of the mundane Because of border collies I have been denied access to pubs had to apologise to picnickers for missing sandwiches and to Sunday walkers for water - sprayed clothes Because of border collies I have possessed hard - working vacuum cleaners had black hair hiding in carpets and clothes and mini-collie clumps under sofas and beds Because of border collies I have had the pain of ending life watch ageing take over willing but incapable bodies and cried so long and so hard in emptiness Because of border collies I have had a life that is full and beautiful that has made me a person who knows how to love and to be loved in an uncomplicated world Ronnie Goodyer, Indigo Dreams Publishing Ltd www.indigodreams.co.uk

Her annual visits with her father in California sound like an idiot's guide to Haight Ashbury, as her middle - aged father grew his hair long, wore tie - dyed pullovers and drew up protest signs for his teenage daughter to carry.

In a 3 month period of time [1] I came out of the closet with being Autistics [2] we bought and moved into a travel trailer because we had spent all of our money, and I was naive enough to tell everyone that we were now poor but so blessed and did not care because we now lived near our wonderful friends in the mountains [3] I was diagnosed with breast cancer and had a double mastectomy [4] swiftly bloated up 30 pounds, developed lizard skin, hair loss and was no longer cute and young looking for my age [5] meds made me cry over anything and seemed to suck out all my brain cells [chemo brain is real]

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.