Sentences with phrase «possibly go over your time»

a) Thank every person you know and bring them up on stage b) Graciously say «thank you everyone» and leave it at that c) Give a performance to show your gratitude and possibly go over your time limit d) Thank people in alphabetical order and in a timely fashion

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Why would a homeowner want an interest rate that can change over time, and possibly go up?

Play Bellerin one more time on the left and his confidence will be gone as well and Ox is on his way to Chelsea quite possibly because he is sick of being played all over the pitch.

If only this were to happen, Ive respected wenger for many years but that respect has been worn down over time and now I just want to see him go we're never going to move forward with the team we have and Wenger wont be selling the likes of Theo (who has had his opportunity and should be offloaded immediately) and possibly Giroud (for virtually the same reason) Its all going to be the same sh!t different season but worse than usual as all our opponents man up thier teams.

I'm gonna come to the microphone all over again, and this time I want a standing O, and once I get it you can bet I'm going to give you the best damn speech I possibly can!»

If you stop sitting for more than a couple hours a day, you may gradually, over time, retrain and rebalance your muscles and joints (so long as they aren't already too far gone...) and possibly restore your body to its natural state...

Similarly, if you fill your body with all the carbs it can possibly handle at one time and then you try to add more, it's also going to spill over and most likely be stored as body fat.

You mentioned at one point you counted calories... I wonder if it wouldn't be worth going back to that for awhile and see exactly where you are at now and possibly cut back just a little and see what happens — maybe 100 calories less a day which is 700 less a week, which will add up over time.

Long - time SeekingArrangement Sugar Daddy and premier NY party planner Alan Action has organized this special night for SA Sugar Daddies and Babies to meet, go over arrangements, and possibly make new ones.

The film was originally developed as a project for Tomas Alfredson (Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy) with Nicole Kidman attached to star as Elbe, though the role went to Eddie Redmayne after Tom Hooper took over — possibly the only time in the history of Hollywood that a project has traded one star for another of the opposite sex without a script re-write.

With any spare time she'd had over the last few weeks, Smith had met with teachers to go over procedures and reassure them that they were as prepared as they could possibly be.

It seems apparent that long term gas prices will cycle up slowly over time, as excess production is used up prices go up, possibly to a new slightly higher level, making the next level of production cost effective find and produce.

If the cost of FF's are allowed to go up resulting from supply and demand and the government permits alternative energy technologies (maybe thorium reactors or possibly Venter's promising biotech) to enter the marketplace, then we'll be weaned off oil over time and avoid the inescapable societal crash if alarmists have their way.

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.