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What exactly are the airlines doing to their flight staff?
Multiple theories abound about why stewardesses have replaced nuns in Catholic schools from the 1970’s as the forbidding people standing over you when you just want to go to the bathroom. The general attitude of the flying staff has gotten markedly and consistently harsher over the past decade, seemingly in direct relationship to their jobs becoming more militant. We’ve heard about the pay cuts, the longer hours, the shorter turnarounds for pilots and crew members. Which is enough to ruin morale for any employee.
In San Francisco, Diane did an interview with CBS Local you can listen to HERE
EW has the trailer for Diane’s new book up HERE so run to watch it, cause its just AMAZING!
“Yes” is the answer I find myself repeating over and over while having lunch at the mall with my daughters. Sadly, I’m not saying it to them, though. I’m giving the affirmative to the slew of strangers approaching us whom I have no interest in talking to.
My daughters are twins. They are 2 years old and cute and smart and everything else every mother thinks about their little ones, but that’s not why they get so much attention. Strangers want to talk to them simply because they are twins.
And really, these intrigued and totally uninvited guests at my family’s lunch table don’t want to talk to my daughters at all.
Very good read!
Serve your kid peanut butter on a playdate and you will be a pariah in mommy society.
This was all somewhat annoying to me, until I had a run in with a food group that could have killed my kid — the same food group that is the captain of deadly allergens.
Having had enough of one nurse’s plan to “wait and see” if this was an allergy, I channeled Shirley MacLaine from “Terms of Endearment” and brought my vomitous child to the charge nurse’s desk. And let her puke on it until the nurse found me a doctor.
The attending physician ordered X-rays and called a pediatric gastroenterologist. Our family pediatrician has become my friend, so I called her on my cell phone. She found me a pediatric ear, nose and throat specialist who — sight unseen, over the phone — insisted that the hospital prep my daughter for surgery.
Who knew that whole nuts and dried beans expand inside the body? If these foods “go down the wrong pipe,” they will expand — and in a child under 4 years old, expand so much they could block an airway.
Great read, especially for moms!
I cried for a long time that day and right up until I delivered my identical daughters. Then I stopped because there wasn’t any more time for tears. Now that I had three children in diapers at the same time, all I could fit in my diaper bag were the bare essentials — and to my chagrin, I was never in need of anything else. I would love to tell you that the best thing that ever happened to me as a mother was an unexpected pregnancy that yielded me my own personal daycare of three kids under age 2 for eight long months (and then all under age 3 and now all under 4) because that would be so poetic. However, my parenting path is . . . intense.
As always, the AMAZING Diane has put up a new column to check out!
That’s the arrangement settled on by Helena Bonham Carter and Tim Burton, who rather infamously have lived next door to each other for almost their entire partnership (they say because of his snoring). Such an approach to coupledom might appeal to realtors, but it’s hardly a practical solution for the rest of us – though I can’t help but dream of it everyone once in a while.
Truthfully, I don’t understand the fear of gay marriage. Could it be that married heterosexuals who condemn same gender unions believe that if everyone gets a chance to ride the marriage-go-round, the institution’s legitimacy will somehow be diminished? Have they not seen “The Bachelor”? The first time I saw this “reality” show, I truly believed it was a farce. Eight seasons later, the joke is on me because there is absolutely no underlying meaning — other than America just loves segment producers picking a spouse for educated white people. (Of course viewers loathe any third world family that attempts to pick an acceptable spouse for a child, but maybe that’s because arranged marriages aren’t on network television.)
Diane’s new Humor Hotel column is up and you can read it!
Photographs of “swimsuit ready” women arrive at my trailer — without their swimsuits on. In fact, the only part of these temptresses that I can’t see is their faces, as the photos are from the neck down. Sitting in a trailer, staring at headless, nude, female bodies feels . . . beyond creepy. But even creepier is how fast I get used to it.
Updated Diane Farr Fan with the link to her newest column–and yea for the Chicago Tribune!
Do women really have to just swallow the fact that it’s harder to put a plus-sized black woman on the cover of Vanity Fair than it is to put a black man in the White House?