For context purposes, I've attached below the "SOS" e-mail I sent out to the lovely lady squad. Props to Mala for answering so quickly! Those former flight attendants can not only get your seat in the upright and vertical position, they write a mean blog post. :)
Hey ladies!
Our saucy blog, Vive Helen, is in need of some fresh traffic and meaty topics. I’ve been attempting to keep “her” breathing with some tidbits, but it’s starting to feel a bit, well, “dear diary’ish.” Help!
For those of you I’ve included in this e-mail and you’re like “huh???” my lovely friend Miss Marcy Wacker and I created this blog to serve as a posting place for us fabulous ladies – a virtual community where we can swap stories, advice, anecdotes and just general whatever’s. Check it out! http://vivehelen.blogspot.com/
Please visit when you can and register to contribute a line or two (or more) – it’s super easy to do! Hope to see some infamous mox and witticisms on there soon!
Miss C
Friday, January 16, 2009
CPR it is!
So when I received the ‘Dear Helen needs CPR’ email, I had to act immediately (well, not as promptly as it sounds I guess). Apparently the subject line had woken up the flight attendant in me. No, I’m not a flight attendant anymore and as everything else there are several reasons for that.
1. I didn’t enjoy being farty (note this is #1 on my list!)
2. I hated checking my waistline all the time
3. I don’t appreciate the cubic space assigned to the toilets
4. I was scared I would strangle someone if I had to say ‘tea or coffee?’ one more time
5. Applying makeup at 4am might make you look like Count Dracula
6. I slept for three whole days in Rome
7. Ever other male crew was named Ali
8. And many many many more reasons that even Helen will shudder at.
Okay. So where was I? Ah! The CPR email. As a flight attendant I am bound to have CPR training. Thankfully I’ve never had to use any of my talent ever. But the time has come for me to come to the rescue. Rise Helen!
1. I didn’t enjoy being farty (note this is #1 on my list!)
2. I hated checking my waistline all the time
3. I don’t appreciate the cubic space assigned to the toilets
4. I was scared I would strangle someone if I had to say ‘tea or coffee?’ one more time
5. Applying makeup at 4am might make you look like Count Dracula
6. I slept for three whole days in Rome
7. Ever other male crew was named Ali
8. And many many many more reasons that even Helen will shudder at.
Okay. So where was I? Ah! The CPR email. As a flight attendant I am bound to have CPR training. Thankfully I’ve never had to use any of my talent ever. But the time has come for me to come to the rescue. Rise Helen!
Friday, January 9, 2009
What does 2009 hold for the Vive Helen broads? Much, indeed. Crystal ball, schmistal ball nothing - the quintessential Vive Helen chick makes her fate, not succumbs to it. Among our immediate group of lovely ladies, there are weddings afoot, seeing kiddos off to school for the first time, grad school dreams - and it couldn't be more exciting or more in line with what and why we're friends: we take charge and we take care of each other's hearts and minds through it all.
As the Times Square ball descended, I was surrounded by my family and handsome fella - but I was also very aware of the thoughts of my girlfriends - that we made it through another year together, with style, with some angst, with a lot of laughter, and above all, with each other.
Over the years, the wheat and chaff have met their respective corners when it comes to friends - and I'm pleased to say, that there's nothing speculative about the future when I've got my 'wheaties' around. Love you ladies, you know who you are, and if there is only one resolution for 2009, it is this: Start writing! This space is crying out to be shared - else I risk a mighty case of self-indulgence. :)
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