Sentences with phrase «stumbled over your blog»

I was looking for a good dark bread to have with my corned beef and literally stumbled over your blog, then found your cookbook at my library, wonder what hole I've been in?

Hi Alyssa, I just somewhat stumbled over your blog and all those delicious looking & sounding recipes and will try out quite a few of them and are soon excited to finally get into my vegetarian / vegan journey and incorporate & learn more about legumes, pulses, quinoa and the healthy flours!

I'm so happy that I stumbled over your blog, I just love it!

Elena, I am so glad that I stumbled over your blog.

I just stumbled over your blog couple of days ago on the web and quite frankly, I'm so impressed.

I just stumbled over your blog today and I love what you're doing!

stumbled over this blog while searching for manjadikuru and uruli decor Loved the fusion of decor without it being jarring.

Not exact matches

I stumbled across this fragrant pan of inspiration over on Rebekah's blog,... [Read more...]

I stumbled upon this awesome blog hop with over 20 bloggers participating and each has posted their lunch for Earth Day.

Over the summer I stumbled upon Tara's blog and her post on her own experience with metabolic damage.

If you've never stumbled over to their blogs, go check them out.

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Just have to say, I stumbled on your blog and live local (over in Somerville) and while your style is so different than mine (i.e. way more fabulous:)-RRB-.

*************************************** Frank says: «Krystyna, thank you for a great blog, I happened to stumble over it while googling for the mindset of young Ukrainian women, and your clear language on the site is very rare when searching on this subject.»

Take a minute to think about it: if a potential employer or client is searching for you online and stumbles across a variety of blogs where you've guest - posted or you've been actively sharing your eLearning expertise, they're probably more likely to choose you over someone who lacks an online presence.

I can't remember exactly how I found his blog but I think I stumbled over it when he wrote about finding attractively priced companies in Italy.

And as luck would have it, I stumbled across THIS adorable bunny blog post from Sarah over at The Project Pile and it got my creative juices flowing!

Hi, I stumbled over your fab blog in my search for tips about painting a nest of tables.

Christie, I love this blog and happened to stumble on your comment reading over this post.

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.

I stumbled upon your blog while drooling over all the other butcher block counters that I can find.