Sentences with phrase «just give it a fresh start»

Just give it a fresh start and Cupid has everything you need.

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But oh how you wish there was just one silver bullet, one pill, one quick - fix that would resolve your issues and give you a fresh start!

I've always wanted to though, the way they just seem to pull everything awful out of your skin and give it a fresh start!!

Whether you are just getting started in the blog realm, or giving your site a fresh look, any one of these would look so fab.

It just gives the feeling of a fresh «start», a breath of fresh air, even though my allergies hate me for smelling all of the flowers.

No matter you are just got out of a long relationship and willing to give it a fresh start or you simply just want to feel being fall in love.

Then maybe it's just the right time to have a re think give yourself a dating makeover and a fresh start.

The brief supports a position I've previously stated that income - driven repayment (IDR) plans just postpone the debt and never give the consumer a fresh start that bankruptcy is designed to allow.

Start by making sure the inner face plate of the mask is clean and free of residue, and just before entering the water, apply a light coating of anti-fog solution (most snorkel boats will provide this) and then give the mask a single light rinse in fresh water before putting it on.

I start by wetting the area of sky with fresh clean water and begin working from light to dark dropping in an area of cad yellow, which will just give an impression of sunlight reflecting on the leaves.

Filing bankruptcy can give you not just a fresh financial start, but a new lease on life.

With new cash on hand and plans to start fresh, the company is hosting a suppliers» summit at its Los Angeles - area headquarters to show it's not giving up just yet.

The biggest piece of advice I can give to someone who is just starting their own real estate website is to ensure you're keeping the content fresh.

This year, I'm giving you just 7 days to prepare, perhaps because in the years I have fine - tuned homeownership for myself, I've learned that getting ready for winter actually starts March 1 — when all the associated problems are still fresh in my mind.

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.