Sentences with phrase «quiet around the blog»

I've been quiet around the blog lately, but a whole lot has been going on.

It's been slightly quiet around my blog for the past few days, but for a good reason, because we have moved to our new place in the Village.

I'm sure you've noticed that things have been a little quiet around the blog.

If you have been wondering why it has been a little quiet around the blog lately, I have had a head cold that turned into a sinus infection that has been making me dizzy and my head pound for the past week.

Things are going to be a bit quieter around the blog than usual, as we have important tasks to be attending to, including sipping piña coladas, swimming with mantas, and getting all loved up on wedded bliss.

Not exact matches

This is the first post I've read of your blog I read it last night, I got a chuckle, I have dogs, but the people who read this blog and have left comments are terrible, I run a daycare in my home, 4 months 9 months 18 months 2,3,7,7, and today at nap time when everything goes nuts, my dog follows me around as I take the littles to cribs she goes and snuggles the olders for quiet time I couldn't appreciate her more, her needs are a bowl filled a blanket lifted so she can snuggle under with you and a door opened occasionally she is te easiest in this house can't imagine life with out her < 3 btw the last comment is the best LOL!

It's been a hot minute since I've done a blog post (got a super exciting announcement later this week that explains why it's been a little quiet around here recently!)

In an effort to be uber organized, I've scheduled a few blog posts to come out while I'm away, though it may be a little quieter around here than usual.

I noticed there hasn't been as much activity on these posts as in the past (though, to be fair, the blog as a whole is quieter in terms of traffic than before) so I am going to invite your feedback again on whether these should stick around or not.

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.