They gave Laois a schlepping
and won't be afraid of the Breffnimen, having beaten them in an All-Ireland qualifier in recent times.
But we also see the Phelpsian protagonist schlepping
her bike upstairs or using a new X-Acto blade ($9.
We see them schlepping
around town, attempting to make contacts, sell their services, and enlist various mentors.
This is not only because, for many of us, the days spent schlepping
up and down the M4 are finally over but because Wales has a new gateway for inward investment.
A MEMBER of the Trading Gossip team was schlepping
back to the office with a sandwich on Monday lunchtime when he was confronted by three lovely ladies from Liverpool PR firm Paver Smith.
The pair spent the evening schlepping
back and forth to the DJ pestering him to play house music instead of R&B.
Still, it will give Southlanders another way to reach Mammoth besides schlepping
up Highway 395.
We see the backs of four hurrying travelers in Overpass, 2001, schlepping
their bags over a bridge as a storm gathers in the distance.
So what's a nice Jewish jokester from New York City doing schlepping
across the boonies telling gay jokes?
I'm not looking for sunstroke,'' said a somewhat wilted Isabel Mestler of Woodland Hills, schlepping
peach-colored geraniums from Home Depot to her car.
For these one or two man operations, schlepping
all over country to pitch their stalls on racetracks, it has been an appalling few months since the hideous caning at Cheltenham, where the favourites kept coming in and the massively- backed Best Mate strolled to his second Gold Cup.
I have to admit that I was one of the doubters who thought artsies would quickly tire of schlepping
themselves to a depressing warehouse quartier, devoid of bars and delicatessens and long blocks from the nearest subway.
Ariel, Jasmine and Cinderella's happy endings never included schlepping
kids to day care, attending power yoga every morning at 6 to burn off thigh cellulite or scrubbing toilets.
I SUFFERED the usual madness of schlepping
through the security fanatics at JFK (well, I eat a lot of offal, and my iron-rich blood always sets off the alarm).
When she showed up at the Whitney Biennial schlepping
several plastic bags filled with stuff, wearing leggings, sneakers, and a quasi-ratty parka, I thought it made even more sense that she was the one who did the most fashiony pieces in the show, the pastel drawings of "supermodels" including then new waif Kate Moss and the fateful story of her discovery in an airport lounge.