Sentences with phrase «quiet stop over»

I would recommend them to anybody looking for a peaceful and quiet stop over.

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Or you could put on a playlist of mellow music and tell her that quiet time is over when the music stops.

Number 7 grabbed the Wheel out of my hands and brought it right over to Number 6 and explained to him that when you get mad you can stop or shake hands and agree or use an I statement (I wish you would stop) or count to 3 (or more) or blow it away or stomp your feet or walk away or go chill out on your bed or a comfy, quiet spot.

Susan Cain is the author of the acclaimed New York Times bestseller QUIET: The Power of Introverts in A World That Can't Stop Talking, which is being translated into over thirty...

Susan Cain is the author of the acclaimed New York Times bestseller QUIET: The Power of Introverts in A World That Can't Stop Talking, which is being translated into over thirty languages, was named the # 1 best book of the year by Fast Company magazine and was the subject of...

Susan Cain is the author of the acclaimed New York Times bestseller QUIET: The Power of Introverts in A World That Can't Stop Talking, which is being translated into over thirty languages, was named the # 1 best book of the year by Fast Company magazine and was the subject of a TIME magazine cover story.

«Introverts like to work autonomously,» says Susan Cain, author of Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can't Stop Talking, «but the trend in education over the past 20 years has been focused on group learning.»

You also may to employ all of the suggestions to make them stop — more exercise, more mental stimulation, control the level of excitement you contribute to their barking and the ability to maintain verbal control over the amount they bark will all contribute to making a dog quiet.

These dogs will stop barking with a command such as («No - bark», «Quiet») as a signal that fun time is over.

Budget accommodation at its best, this quiet pet friendly guest house is ideal for a stop over on th...

It is situated in a quiet area of the town with off - road parking, making it a very safe stop over.

Willow Cottage is a private cottage set in a quiet neighbourhood, ideal for a relaxing holiday or just an overnight stop over.

Our stop over ended up being extended a few days however, as we fell in love with our oh so comfortable king size bed and quiet guest house.

Budget accommodation at its best, this quiet pet friendly guest house is ideal for a stop over on the way to Cape Town or Port Elizabeth, situated on the famous R62, if you would like to stay longer there are plenty of attractions close by eg Cango Caves, Wildlife Adventures (pet a cheetah or tiger, dive with crocodiles etc) visit an ostrich farm.

Seriously, I think you need to stop and take stock, re-read over your recent contributions and give yourself a bit of quiet time.

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More on the tar sands pipeline State Dept Stays Quiet on Tar Sands Communication with Oil Lobbyist, Former Clinton Aide Wikileaks Reveals Hushed Concern Over Tar Sands Oil in US State Dept. Canadian Official Threatens Obama and Clinton With Cutting Off Tar Sands Oil Young Climate Activists Call On Clinton to Stop Tar Sands Pipeline

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.