Word: sit
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...economic activity is," says Baumohl. "People?s minds are going to be on being safe and protecting their property - not going to the mall." Look for retail sales to dampen considerably for a week or so - and therefore for the month - as folks covering their heads sit on their wallets. Which ought to put the Fed?s mind at ease when September?s numbers come out, just in time for the FOMC board?s next interest-rate sit-down in October. "This still looks like the Goldilocks expansion in place - it?s just right," says Baumohl. And as bears...
...also not something you'll find by taking the Crimson Key tour or joining every club at the activities fair. It might catch you off-guard one night walking across the Yard late at night, or perhaps as you sit in the library studying for the 18th hour for your exam the next morning...
...forgiveness when I pray. Then I ask for someone to help me get through my future life... It could be my wife, but without money, she will just sit there beside me. With no money for our children or to assist our parents, she'll just sit there with me. Now I'm waiting to get false hands. It's up to the government. If I don't get them, I can't do anything. If the government forgets about us, we'll take revenge. I can't do it myself, but I would tell my family to take revenge...
...crafted most of Midler's routines, including her bawdy Sophie Tucker jokes ("I was in bed last night with m' boyfriend Ernie...") and her farewell song to Johnny Carson (You Made Me Watch You). He helped Billy Crystal with the '90s' most sit-throughable Oscar shows, capped by the 1993 gender-bending song parody (to the tune of The Tender Trap): "Those eyes/ Those thighs/ Surprise!/It's The Crying Game." He was the writer when Whoopi Goldberg performed before President and Mrs. Clinton--and when Ted Danson did his blackface bit at a 1993 Friars Club banquet. "He told...
...carefully structured songs and cautious vocals, but it lacks NdegeOcello's edginess and verve. The songs are about breakups and betrayal, but the emotion is buried. This album feels like that uncomfortable pause in an argument when there's nothing left to say or throw or do but sit quietly, crying tears of rage...