Constructed on the bias, the upper and lower portions of this dress are cut in opposite diagonal directions,
then meet in the middle at the satin ribbon waist band.
You could whisper the big question and
then meet in the middle for a kiss.
Not exact matches
If you want Millennials who work 9 - to - 5,
then you have to
meet them
in the
middle.
The ensuing boom endowed the
middle class
in the United States and other countries, but was debt financed, first for home ownership and commercial real estate,
then by consumer credit to purchase of automobiles and appliances, and finally by credit - card debt just to
meet living expenses.
If God
meets us
in our own mess and lack and ache,
in our wrestling and
in the moments that we keep messing up,
then it changes how we see others who are
in the
middle of their own messy, broken and hurting lives.
Their moderators and clerks
then stepped into the street and
met in the
middle.
instead of
meeting in the
middle and investigating with a healthy spirit, its taken to polar extremes and
then mocked for being
in the extremes.
Each year it buys about 400,000 animals
in producing countries like Australia, New Zealand, Brazil and Uruguay and
then sells to countries and regions that don't have enough to
meet demand, such as China, Indonesia, Vietnam, the
Middle East and Turkey.
Because I couldn't decide which yeast measurement I liked better (my friends were all on team 3/4 teaspoon, FYI)(I had them over for dinner
then force - fed them cinnamon rolls) I
met in the
middle and used 1/2 heaping teaspoon.
His only right is to
meet in the
middle of the cage and fight and he he is aboe to force Alex into the cage (key point)
then he gets to fight him there.
Alexis will know better than us what the club can or can not afford and if the club wont
meet the players somewhere
in the
middle then I refer to the above scenario.
Time for some brutal honesty... this team, as it stands, is
in no better position to compete next season than they were 12 months ago, minus the fact that some fans have been easily snowed by the acquisition of Lacazette, the free transfer LB and the release of Sanogo... if you look at the facts carefully you will see a team that still has far more questions than answers... to better show what I mean by this statement I will briefly discuss the current state of affairs on a position - by - position basis...
in goal we have 4 potential candidates, but
in reality we have only 1 option with any real future and somehow he's the only one we have actively tried to get rid of for years because he and his father were a little too involved on social media and he got caught smoking (funny how people still defend Wiltshire under the same and far worse circumstances)... you would think we would want to keep any goaltender that Juventus had interest
in, as they seem to have a pretty good history when it comes to that position... as far as the defenders on our current roster there are only a few individuals whom have the skill and / or youth worthy of our time and / or investment, as such we should get rid of anyone who doesn't
meet those simple requirements, which means we should get rid of DeBouchy, Gibbs, Gabriel, Mertz and loan out Chambers to see if last seasons foray with Middlesborough was an anomaly or a prediction of things to come... some fans have lamented wildly about the return of Mertz to the starting lineup due to his FA Cup performance but these sort of pie
in the sky meanderings are indicative of what's wrong with this club and it's wishy - washy fan - base...
in addition to these moves the club should aggressively pursue the acquisition of dominant and mobile CB to stabilize an all too fragile defensive group that has self - destructed on numerous occasions over the past 5 seasons... moving forward and building on our need to re-establish our once dominant presence throughout the
middle of the park we need to target a CDM
then do whatever it takes to get that player into the fold without any of the usual nickel and diming we have become famous for (this kind of ruthless haggling has cost us numerous special players and certainly can't help make the player
in question feel good about the way their future potential employer feels about them)...
in order for us to become dominant again we need to be strong up the
middle again from Goalkeeper to CB to DM to ACM to striker, like we did
in our most glorious years before and during Wenger's reign... with this
in mind, if we want Ozil to be that dominant attacking midfielder we can't keep leaving him exposed to constant ridicule about his lack of defensive prowess and provide him with the proper players
in the final third... he was never a good defensive player
in Real or with the German National squad and they certainly didn't suffer as a result of his presence on the pitch... as for the rest of the midfield the blame falls squarely
in the hands of Wenger and Gazidis, the fact that Ramsey, Ox, Sanchez and even Ozil were allowed to regularly start when none of the aforementioned had more than a year left under contract is criminal for a club of this size and financial might... the fact that we could find money for Walcott and Xhaka, who weren't even guaranteed starters, means that our whole business model needs a complete overhaul... for me it's time to get rid of some serious deadweight, even if it means selling them below what you believe their market value is just to simply right this ship and change the stagnant culture that currently exists... this means saying goodbye to Wiltshire, Elneny, Carzola, Walcott and Ramsey... everyone, minus Elneny, have spent just as much time on the training table as on the field of play, which would be manageable if they weren't so inconsistent from a performance standpoint (excluding Carzola, who is like the recent version of Rosicky — too bad, both will be deeply missed)...
in their places we need to bring
in some proven performers with no history of injuries... up front, although I do like the possibilities that a player like Lacazette presents, the fact that we had to wait so many years to acquire some true quality at the striker position falls once again squarely at the feet of Wenger... this issue highlights the ultimate scam being perpetrated by this club since the arrival of Kroenke: pretend your a small market club when it comes to making purchases but milk your fans like a big market club when it comes to ticket prices and merchandising... I believe the reason why Wenger hasn't pursued someone of Henry's quality, minus a fairly inexpensive RVP, was that he knew that they would demand players of a similar ilk to be brought on board and that wasn't possible when the business model was that of a «selling» club... does it really make sense that we could only make a cheeky bid for Suarez, or that we couldn't get Higuain over the line when he was being offered up for half the price he eventually went to Juve for, or that we've only paid any interest to strikers who were clearly not going to press their current teams to let them go to Arsenal like Benzema or Cavani... just part of the facade that finally came crashing down when Sanchez finally called their bluff... the fact remains that no one wants to win more than Sanchez, including Wenger, and although I don't agree with everything that he has done off the field, I would much rather have Alexis front and center than a manager who has clearly bought into the Kroenke model
in large part due to the fact that his enormous ego suggests that only he could accomplish great things without breaking the bank... unfortunately that isn't possible anymore as the game has changed quite dramatically
in the last 15 years, which has left a largely complacent and complicit Wenger on the outside looking
in... so don't blame those players who demanded more and were left wanting... don't blame those fans who have tried desperately to raise awareness for several years when cracks began to appear... place the blame at the feet of those who were well aware all along of the potential pitfalls of just such a plan but continued to follow it even when it was no longer a financial necessity, like it ever really was...
Then fold the left and ride sides so they can
meet in the
middle.
Green said he got a taste of the
then - future governor's arrogance during a «get to know»
meeting in 1996,
in which Cuomo behaved like a prince by not looking Green
in the eye and instead speaking pompously into «the royal
middle distance.»
When they
met in the
middle, the blocks collided,
then backed up several times, as if competing for the right to move forward.
The way it works is that the Martian day is 24 hours and 39 minutes long, and so if today's science operation working group
meeting starts at noon,
then tomorrow's will start at 12:39, the day after that, 1:18, and 2 1/2 weeks from now it will be
in the
middle of the night.
Try a plank with elbow to knee rotation: Get into a basic plank on your hands,
then drive your right knee and your left elbow to
meet in the
middle of your body.
Lunch is a good enough opportunity
in the
middle of a busy workday to perhaps
meet someone you would like to
then date.
Our first date was
in the
middle of July 2011, and
then we would
meet a few times a week for the next two months.
Lewis's best moment comes when he betrays
in the
middle of an otherwise - inconsequential
meeting that he's tortured and alone — a moment again murdered by Spielberg narrating as much first
in a dream sequence (seriously),
then in a fight with First Lady Mary Todd (Sally Field).
They
meet for a drink, go out for a meal,
then end the night dancing — it's a dreamy evocation of a loving relationship, but one that's abruptly terminated when Orlando suffers an aneurysm
in the
middle of the night and dies
in the clinic.
But
then, last weekend while attending a conference for The Association of Special Sales, I
met up with someone who specializes
in strengthening Amazon platforms for author.He told me of a NBC correspondent for the
Middle East who procured an agent but when the agent told him that it would take anywhere between 18 - 22 months, he dropped that representation and took matters into his own hands by self - publishing his memoir.
Then the Fed
meeting notes came out
in the
middle of June and the T10 shot up but we got a double dose because the spread jumped up too.
And
then there's the other stuff dotted around the place that defies categorisation: the Great Fairies, the rare non-boss monsters, the small hints at the past of the world of Hyrule, and the strange characters you'll sometimes
meet, half way up a mountain playing an accordion or
in the
middle of a ruined castle being attacked by Bokoblins.
Both walked from either end of the great wall
met in the
middle for a parting embrace and
then turned and walked away.
Bunny Labs has had a word or two or three or four to say about Ernst - Georg Beck who never
met a CO2 measurement he did not accept as representative of the background atmosphere, especially when it was taken
in the
middle of Paris or some other large city, which as we all know has a bit more CO2
in the air,
then in your average fizzy beverage of choice.
Reducing inequality is a noble goal, but if the Global Footprint Network is anywhere close to right,
then reducing inequality will have to involve
meeting somewhere
in the
middle or we are screwed.
«If you're going to have a
meeting of a secret organization, maybe don't have it
in the
middle of Union Station and
then tell everybody to wear a black tie,» Gorsuch said
in a remark reported by Law.com (sub.
But if your specific goal is to bring on two new associates and increase revenue twenty percent,
then in the
middle of the year you can see if you are on track to
meet your goal.
The mediator
then uses the gathered information to persuade the parties to
meet in the
middle for an amount that the mediator feels is fair considering what's been presented.
Then list how you
meet that requirement
in column B on the spreadsheet or the
middle column of the paper:
You can
then be present to support each other
in stretching out of attachment comfort zones to
meet somewhere
in the
middle with a secure connection.
I worked first from left to right, and
then right to left until I
met in the
middle.
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.
Fold
in both long edges so they
meet in the
middle then fold
in half along the length.