Sentences with phrase «stumble over something»

Brent Peterson, one of my favorite bloggers, posted a message on Google Plus this morning that holds terrific interview advice for fired job seekers: «Don't stumble over something behind you.»

He still changes his approach regularly, hoping to somehow stumble over something that «just works»

We knew that we had stumbled over something great and have since then been experimenting with our own quinoa / buckwheat / oat bircher recipes.

Special mention must also be given to the brilliant burbles that emanate from the mouth of Octodad, whether they be because of his stumbling over something or by way of harried explanation to his kids, I couldn't help but grin every time the game provided a vague subtitle explaining what his watery vocals were saying.

Not exact matches

I stumbled across this post while searching for something completely unrelated, and I just can't get over how adorable they are — the two tone, the sprinkles, the little cherry!

This can happen during a run or even from something as innocuous as tripping over a curb — or stumbling in a pair of stilettos.

The stories follow Tin Tin who is a young journalist, and adventurer, as he continually stumbles across mysteries that leads him on grand adventures that eventually has him averting the world from being taken over by some crazy man, or something like that.

But as the story progresses, Chase stumbles into something much more menacing: Different gangs start to cause trouble all over LEGO City, and it's up to Chase McCain to put an end to their crime wave.

The panelists stumbled over the difficult question, something about being «special,» «motivated» maybe?

Writing a short script is a great way to outline the topics you want to discuss ahead of time so you don't stumble over words, have awkward pauses, or forget to mention something important (like your book).

This year I finally took the plunge and wrote a book, something I always wanted to do but kept stumbling over when it came to putting words on a page.

I recently stumbled upon an article written a couple months ago over at Elite Daily: If You Have Savings In Your 20s, You're Doing Something Wrong.

I stumbled over my words, mumbling something along the lines of «enough to get by,» and I politely changed the subject.

Some of my most memorable views and coolest experiences happened when I strayed from my itinerary, ventured off the beaten path (literally), pulled the car over when something caught my eye or explored something unexpected I stumbled across on my travels.

The puzzles here follow a logic that makes sense in the world of Deponia and rarely ever stumbles over the line into more obscure solutions that don't make much sense within the game world's own logic, leaving you just mindlessly clicking on things until something happens.

But as the story progresses, Chase stumbles into something much more menacing: Different gangs start to cause trouble all over LEGO City, and it's up to Chase McCain to put an end to their crime wave.

The kid scampers, lurches and stumbles all over the place, something that seems to have been intended as a device to make him more believable as an everyman character rather than a hero.

It doesn't matter how much you've prepped for a presentation or speech, there's always the chance that something goes wrong, even if it's as miniscule as stumbling over your words.

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.