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A video tribute to Winters, smiling and happy in life, played on a large screen ... s boss, Lois Woodworth, that was routed to the risk management section of the department, which deals with legal matters. The memo was not sent to the chief's office ...

Gas the next fuel to fire Australia's boom - Pioneer Press

Similar deals for Gorgon gas worth another AU$70 billion were struck with power companies in Japan, South Korea ... A five-hour flight across nearly unbroken desert from Sydney, the state capital of Perth can't build hotels fast enough to keep up ...

Stephanie Rice steals Schipper’s 100 m butterfly ... - The Gaea Times

I’m really happy with that time ... taken control of her business affairs at just 21 and will manage the endorsements and personally negotiate all deals with the help of a friend. In a move which has surprised many, Rice walked away from her ...

Telluride: Skiing at the end of the world - Edmonton Journal

Tucked into the end of a box canyon, about a seven-hour drive from Denver, the tiny town and its ... terrain is spread out across several faces, with enough trails to keep every level of skier happy. Stashed among the highest concentration of peaks ...

Dreadlock holiday - Edmonton Journal

... Don't you walk through my words, You got to show some respect. Don't you walk through my words 'Cause you ain't heard me out yet ... -- Dreadlock Holiday by 10cc When visiting this verdant Caribbean island, always remember that as important as ...

RSS for this category - Seattle Post Intelligencer

It is a new restaurant; we have eaten there before but not the "Happy Hour" breakfast. I know it will be great ... I've seen so many drug deals go down while walking to and from work. I've been approached by people trying to sell me drugs as well.

Warnock's return adds much needed spice to Blades clash ... - ClubFanzine.com

... stretch far beyond results between now and the end of the season, the whole way the club operates and deals with ... result with United happy to remorselessly waste time for every time the ball went out of play for the final hour of the game.

March 2010 - Austin 360

And the story really takes flight ... proud, really happy with it,” Antal said. See the official site, where the trailer will be available March 18 HERE . It wasn’t all that surprising that a serious line had already formed a good hour or so ...

David Chandley's Weather Blog - WSB-TV Atlanta

Happy New Year and may we all prosper in 2010 ... Not only will we have a cell phone call from Santa while in flight, but I expect to receive some very important text messages. As it stands now, I will be tracking rain and Santa on Thursday..

Resolved Question: What do you think of the story so far?

Dear Diary, Well, it’s sealed. We’re currently on a flight to Virginia, USA and I have to admit that Will is being a pain in the arse, nudging me and trying to get me to listen to this song on that radio channel. It’s hard to believe he’s sixteen, two years my senior and about twelve years more immature. He’s the polar opposite to my oldest brother Jake, who is twenty tomorrow, and I have to admit he has taken the move better than any of us. Well he’s not the one having to start high school. You know, I seriously do not know why Mum and Dad did this. I was happy at Oak Vale Comprehensive, I had great friends in Sal and Claire and now I had to start all over again, be the ‘new girl’, the foreign one who’s accent will stand out a mile away. All to live in a creepy old house. Well, we took the late flight, and it’s getting real late, so I’m going to get some rest. Night. Tori The flight had gone pretty quickly and Tori was soon hastily being awakened by her mother, who seemed as eager to get back to sleep as her children did. She got up and tied her hair up in a ponytail; something that had recently became an odd habit after her parents’ divorce. Well, it was goodbye Buckinghamshire, hello Virginia. If she had the energy, Tori would have sighed, but all she really wanted to do was flop back into her big, warm and cosy bed back in England…even if it did mean having to wake up at half-six or something to get ready for school. As she got up, she was pushed along the aisle by other tired travellers. Tori suspected that most, if not all, of them were on holiday. Well at least they knew when they’d get to return. Tori didn’t know if she’d ever see her Dad again this year. And as for Sal and Claire, that was a different matter completely. “We’ll write every week,” Claire had promised, while Sal was checking out the recent (very fit) arrival, Nathan Anderson. Not that Tori could blame her. But that was old news and now she was walking up the corridor with all the adverts, wishing she could just fall asleep right now- “Tori come on, just a few more minutes and Ian will be there with the car to or new home.” Ah yes, Ian. Her Mum’s new boss was the reason they had come to the States anyway, and Tori could swear there was something going on between the two of them. Jake held onto her as she nearly sagged back into blissful sleep and gently reminded her they’d have to pick up their luggage as well. Tori felt herself let out a groan of annoyance. Oh if only it wasn’t so difficult. It felt like hours had passed before they finally got to baggage claims and they were in the hired car, on their way to the new house. Ugh, Tori even hated thinking about it. The New House, the thing that had ruined her life completely. She could never get over the fact that they were driving on the other side of the road, and the fact that Ian’s voice just kept blabbering to her Mum whilst her brothers and herself sat in the back, all desperately trying not to fall asleep, as to see what the big deal about this house is. Basically do you like/ not like? How would you improve? And would you want to read more? All opinions have to be compltely HONEST and I promise to reply to everyone's answer ASAPChest, okay...how could i improve it...or is it just not your thing?Sara, I'm 14...I don't think I'd be writing about orgies/orgys any time soonHannah, thanks for being positive. Nice to know someone likes itSloperider, thanks, so how would you put it? Cos I always seem to tell and not show... more

Resolved Question: like my story so far? be honest!!!?

I couldn’t stop smiling from ear to ear and I couldn’t seem to stop jumping up and down in my leather seat of my cousin, Jimmy’s new Cadillac Escalade Hybrid. This was it. This was actually it. I’m here. Now. In California. Yes, I was extremly beyond happy and excited. This was a definitely strange feeling. No, I wasn’t supposed to be here. In fact, I shouldn’t have been feeling this way either. A few days ago, I had promised myself not to give sunny California its full satisfaction. Right now, I should have hated the idea of even being here but my mind was being cooperative with me today. Either my lack of sleep was the potent cause or the whole seven and a half hour flight from New York was just messing with me. I felt my stomach clench into different, complicated knots and I bit down on my lip to keep the tears that were forming around my eyes from threathening to pour out. New York. My home. I felt my mouth pull down on the corners into a frown. Finally, a normal reaction I could actually deal with and accept. It was not worth pretending anymore. I missed New York. I missed my home. I would miss all my exclusive limousine rides to St.Charles Academy, a Private School for the gifted youth and where most of my older relatives have gotten their degree and got worthless lives from getting into Ivy League Colleges. I would miss the constant honking of bysy taxis and cars in traffic, which had become sweet music to my ears. I’m going to miss all of my friends and even Kelly Richard’s late night parties in her newly-renovated penthouse and the wonderful, glowing city night lights that had replaced my moon. I’d miss Fat Joe, the beefy-looking hot dog man who’d stand out of Starbucks and give me free hot dogs. I’d even miss my whole soccer team and my soccer coach, Ms.Lethingway, whom I was destined to lead into championships this year and beat our equal rival, St. Paul’s. Even the sticky gum and bird poop clinged to the sidewalk, I’d miss it all. California would be an amazing place to live, no doubt about that, but it will never be what I would call my home. It’s never going to be the same. I shook my head to keep all the negative thoughts away. I would not let this get to me right now. I would push that to the very back of my mind and deal with this later. Most likely tonight. The car drove around the corner and we were all greeted with the amazing view of Huntington Beach, California. To my left was Huntington Beach itself. This was an absolutely spectacular sight and my eyes glistened with awe. I could hear pop beach music seeping into the windows of the car. A huge, square, white, wooden sign stood on a huge stone platform on the beach and was painted in dark blue saying: “Welcome to Surf City, USA. Huntington Beach, California.” I spotted a middle-aged couple taking pictures alongside it and holding each other happily. Tourists. White, soapy waves were coming ashore and the afternoon sun was still pretty high looking down at us promising its usual sunny self to spend more time down here. There were a group of teenaged boys playing volleyball and checking the girls out in their mini bikinis when they thought nobody was looking. Most of the beach seemed to be covered with people laying face-down on their towels silently tanning while a distressed mother was trying to calm her violent child down about not throwing handfuls of sand at hungry seagulls. Young lifeguards in their red Baywatch-like swimsuits were happily chatting around the white, wooden lifeguard stand and looked to be completely oblivious to anything around them. I’m sure if somebody screamed for help in the waters, they would still act as if they heard a nearby fly buzzing around their ears. Finally I was able to spot the surfers in the water looking like little jets speeding their way through the waves. There were surfers of all ages from a little kid about five to the hippest eighty year old surfer grandpa you’d know, either surfing like they’ve done this for years or just rather horribly and continuously falling off. Along to the far side of the beach, thanks to my tremendous healthy eyesight, I was able to see a group of boys who looked around to be my age playing with a soccer ball up ahead. This was obviously the most social hang-out. “It’s a beauty isn’t it?” my older cousin, Jimmy, said motioning to the beach with his free hand while the other was steering the car. Beside me, my fifteen year old brother, Justin, didn’t hear a word of what Jimmy had said. Instead, Justin seemed to also enjoy the view of the girls on the beach like every other teenaged boy within a ten mile reach of here. “Damn,” he said practically drooling. He rolled down the windows and the car was filled with the wet, salty air. I coughed into my arm. This whole new California scent that was filling my nostrils seemed completely foreign to me. Definitely nothing like t i'm only thirteen years old and i've writtten this. people told me i'm likei'm only thirteen years old and i've writtten this. people told me i'm like really really good in this stuff, so i need YOUR opinion. i really would like to write a book someday. so thank you everyone! please tell me what i could do better or what the good stuff i used were. thank you thank you! BTW!!!! my story was cut off. so yeah. just please tell me what you think about it so far anyways (: more

Resolved Question: what do you think of the first page of my story?

I couldn’t stop smiling from ear to ear and I couldn’t seem to stop jumping up and down in my leather seat of my cousin, Jimmy’s new Cadillac Escalade Hybrid. This was it. This was actually it. I’m here. Now. In California. Yes, I was extremly beyond happy and excited. This was a definitely strange feeling. No, I wasn’t supposed to be here. In fact, I shouldn’t have been feeling this way either. A few days ago, I had promised myself not to give sunny California its full satisfaction. Right now, I should have hated the idea of even being here but my mind was being cooperative with me today. Either my lack of sleep was the potent cause or the whole seven and a half hour flight from New York was just messing with me. I felt my stomach clench into different, complicated knots and I bit down on my lip to keep the tears that were forming around my eyes from threathening to pour out. New York. My home. I felt my mouth pull down on the corners into a frown. Finally, a normal reaction I could actually deal with and accept. It was not worth pretending anymore. I missed New York. I missed my home. I would miss all my exclusive limousine rides to St.Charles Academy, a Private School for the gifted youth and where most of my older relatives have gotten their degree and got worthless lives from getting into Ivy League Colleges. I would miss the constant honking of bysy taxis and cars in traffic, which had become sweet music to my ears. I’m going to miss all of my friends and even Kelly Richard’s late night parties in her newly-renovated penthouse and the wonderful, glowing city night lights that had replaced my moon. I’d miss Fat Joe, the beefy-looking hot dog man who’d stand out of Starbucks and give me free hot dogs. I’d even miss my whole soccer team and my soccer coach, Ms.Lethingway, whom I was destined to lead into championships this year and beat our equal rival, St. Paul’s. Even the sticky gum and bird poop clinged to the sidewalk, I’d miss it all. California would be an amazing place to live, no doubt about that, but it will never be what I would call my home. It’s never going to be the same. I shook my head to keep all the negative thoughts away. I would not let this get to me right now. I would push that to the very back of my mind and deal with this later. Most likely tonight. The car drove around the corner and we were all greeted with the amazing view of Huntington Beach, California. To my left was Huntington Beach itself. This was an absolutely spectacular sight and my eyes glistened with awe. I could hear pop beach music seeping into the windows of the car. A huge, square, white, wooden sign stood on a huge stone platform on the beach and was painted in dark blue saying: “Welcome to Surf City, USA. Huntington Beach, California.” I spotted a middle-aged couple taking pictures alongside it and holding each other happily. Tourists. White, soapy waves were coming ashore and the afternoon sun was still pretty high looking down at us promising its usual sunny self to spend more time down here. There were a group of teenaged boys playing volleyball and checking the girls out in their mini bikinis when they thought nobody was looking. Most of the beach seemed to be covered with people laying face-down on their towels silently tanning while a distressed mother was trying to calm her violent child down about not throwing handfuls of sand at hungry seagulls. Young lifeguards in their red Baywatch-like swimsuits were happily chatting around the white, wooden lifeguard stand and looked to be completely oblivious to anything around them. I’m sure if somebody screamed for help in the waters, they would still act as if they heard a nearby fly buzzing around their ears. Finally I was able to spot the surfers in the water looking like little jets speeding their way through the waves. There were surfers of all ages from a little kid about five to the hippest eighty year old surfer grandpa you’d know, either surfing like they’ve done this for years or just rather horribly and continuously falling off. Along to the far side of the beach, thanks to my tremendous healthy eyesight, I was able to see a group of boys who looked around to be my age playing with a soccer ball up ahead. This was obviously the most social hang-out. “It’s a beauty isn’t it?” my older cousin, Jimmy, said motioning to the beach with his free hand while the other was steering the car. Beside me, my fifteen year old brother, Justin, didn’t hear a word of what Jimmy had said. Instead, Justin seemed to also enjoy the view of the girls on the beach like every other teenaged boy within a ten mile reach of here. “Damn,” he said practically drooling. He rolled down the windows and the car was filled with the wet, salty air. I coughed into my arm. This whole new California scent that was filling my nostrils seemed completely foreign to me. Definitely nothing like ti'm only thirteen years old and i've writtten this. people told me i'm like really really good in this stuff, so i need YOUR opinion. i really would like to write a book someday. so thank you everyone! please tell me what i could do better or what the good stuff i used were. thank you thank you!i'm only thirteen years old and i've writtten this. people told me i'm like really really good in this stuff, so i need YOUR opinion. i really would like to write a book someday. so thank you everyone! please tell me what i could do better or what the good stuff i used were. thank you thank you! BTW!!!! my story was cut off. so yeah. just please tell me what you think about it so far anyways (: more

Resolved Question: I can't deal with my boyfriend's sister!!!!?

I can't take my boyfriend's sister anymore. I need help. First off, he is the oldest in his family. He is 31 and I am 23. We have been dating around 2 yrs, and we are happy. We've been living together for almost a year. His sister is only 18 months younger than him. She is married and lives in New York. She hates that we are together.... She thinks that we shouldn't be together because of our age difference. It's not like he likes young girls or he's immature. I am a computer programmer and he is a sales rep and we met at work. We both understand the age difference and it took us awhile before we got over it. In reality, I act older than he does. I see the rest of his family all the time and his other younger sister likes me alot. His family says she's the black sheep in the family, but they all (including my boyfriend) let her run over them and they just deal with it. I found out that I am not the only girlfriend she has hated or has hated her. When we first started dating and she came into town... she invited his ex girlfriend over to his house without telling him or his family. Lately, she tells everyone how much she doesn't like me etc. His family has a yearly canoe trip and this year she came and invited a girl that my boyfriend had a thing with and they always flirt (so I'm told). My boyfriend told her behind my back to her that it wasn't a good idea for her to invite that girl. His sister told him and the rest of the family if I didn't like it... it was my problem. I'll just have to deal with it... and on top of that she was trying to stay at our house when she came into town and use our cars to go out with her friends. I kicked her out of the house and we haven't talked since. My problem is that his family yelled at her and so did my boyfriend. Now, they act like it's no big deal and let her continue to run all over them. They all talk bad about her behind her back except my boyfriend. He talks to his sister everyday and loves hanging out with her. He tries to plan it so I don't ever have to see her, which is nice.... But I don't want her in my house, I don't like that he continues to let her say and do whatever she wants, and no one seems to put her in her place. I put her in place and I asked his parents permission.... but I can't let it go. I had some random girl come up to me that she went to college with and tell me hi, and that she is going to judge me herself and not what the sister says about it. I came to find out that random girl was the same girl that used to have a thing with him. I know I can't make him choose me over her.... but he is... he is choosing to stay at his families for thanksgiving and christmas because his sister is going to be here. Granted I have to make a 3 hour flight to see my family and I only get to see them twice a year. I don't know if I can take this girl secretly running our relationship and his families and friends opinions of me. I can't get over it and everytime I hear her name I want to get on a plane and punch her in the face. What do I do? more

Resolved Question: Why do people want so much from companies when they are inconvenienced?

I was reading this article in the USA Today paper about how a Continental Airlines flight was delayed for 5 1/2 hours and how the passengers we stranded on the tarmac. I read both sides of the story and the passengers seem to be being ridiculous, the airline has already offered them a generous compensation package and they want more. http://www.usatoday.com/money/industries/travel/2009-08-18-stranded-passengers_N.htm Last year, in January, I had to fly somewhere and the plane had to stop in Chicago. On my way back home the flight was delayed 5 hours because of very heavy snow. Everyone was extremely grumpy and crabby, but the people who worked for the airline were very kind and apologised for a situation that was completely out of their control. They gave us food and beverages on the plane that we would have otherwise had to have paid for, and they gave us each a $200 flight "gift certificate" of sorts. I was so pleasantly surprised by that. Since my flight round trip only cost $193 I was not about to start demanding stock in the company or that the CEO resign. Why do people demand so much when they are inconvenienced? The cost of the flight these days is barely enough to cover the fuel, the cost of staff, the amount it costs to airplane to use the airport, and the free beverages and peanuts you get. I am so happy that flying is so cheap that I am willing to deal with a few minor discomforts in order to save a bundle of money. I recently flew to Malaysia for $500 round trip, where that same flight 5 years ago would have cost me $2000. more

Resolved Question: Passengers stuck on airplane on the ground?

I just read a story about a Continental Airlines flight (really an ExpressJet flight, but they work for Continental) that was diverted to an airport and then forced to sit there for over six hours. They were not allowed off the plane despite a toilet that wasn't working well. I know it's not in the interest of Continental, ExpressJet, or any other airline to do this to passengers because it causes bad press, if nothing else. I fly Continental, and I've never had a problem with them. Some members of Congress want to pass a bill that prevents airlines from being able to do this to passengers. I don't like when Congress starts interfering, and I don't think Congress needs to get involved. There must be some other way. So here's my question: What on earth is causing an airline, or a flight crew, to confine a whole bunch of paying passengers like this? Is it the airport ground control mandating this? If that's the case, why aren't airlines ripping these ground controllers a new one? I'm assuming there's some sort of safety issue here, but I would assume that a point is reached where the potential gain in security pales in comparison to the decency toward passengers. Are there laws that ground control or airlines are following here that need changing? Someone here must know. I can halfway understand an international flight that gets diverted to an airport without appropriate facilities to process the international travelers to ensure compliance with immigration and customs laws, but after a few hours I'd expect the nearest port of entry or Border Patrol station to send a crew to meet the plane. If I'm ever on a plane stuck on the tarmac for hours with an overflowing toilet, I don't know about anyone else but that emergency exit over the wing is coming right off and that big yellow slide is coming out! I think in some states a halfway decent case for unlawful restraint, a criminal offense, could be made against flight crew or ground control. Again, a fly Continental, and I enjoy them. I sometimes fly American, and I've been happy with them. I fly internationally also, so often times I'm dealing with ground crews from different countries. This is not a rant against the airlines because I know airlines want every single customer they can possibly find in this competitive market. So, what's going on? more

Resolved Question: What should I do here?

It's gonna be kinda long... But please help. Okay, so December 1st 2007 my best friend was physically assaulted by his step dad. His mom for some reason picked the step father over him so he got kicked out of the house and came to live with me. We were sixteen at the time, so he came to live with me and my family. We shared my room. We would argue over stupid stuff, like neither of us had cell phones at the time and we had to share the house phone to talk to our girlfriends. So we would get into fights over that. We had only one computer for the first month, so we would fight about that too. Just stupid stuff. We both liked to be the alpha male. My parents would just let me be, but they would kinda bug him a lot. I know that they worried about him and everything, but he just wanted to be left alone, and he told them that, but they just kept bugging him about how he was, how life was, blah blah blah. Like three months later, end of February/beginning of March 2008, my mom and him got into a yelling match. She was bugging him about school or something like that. Might have been that he wasn't at the house enough. Oh, another thing to throw in, they didn't like his girlfriend, so he went to her house a lot. Anyways, they were yelling at each other. He yelled at her that she wasn't his mom. She yelled back, you're right, I'm a thousand times better than your mom. (So that's my first question, isn't that out of line for her to say?) He called her a f*cking b*tch and shoved passed her out the doorway and ran out of the house. My mom got all pissed off and called his mom and told her that he had to leave tonight. So my parents kicked him out and he went down to California to live with his real dad. We lost contact because we were both just like let the other be, and everything. Back in November 2008 I sent him a message on Myspace because I felt bad about the way things went and I finally got the balls to talk to him. I just wanted to fix things with him. He called me a couple days later and we talked for like 3 hours. He told me that he wanted to go to college up here in Washington and that he was going to be done with high school in December instead of June. He talked to his counselor about that a couple days later. He told her not to tell her dad, so the first thing she does is call his dad and tell him. His real dad is a stoner, and has a very bad attitude. (To get an idea of him, youtube DevilDriver, he's the singer.) Anyways, he told my friend that he had two weeks to get out of his house. He had two weeks so he could put in his two weeks at his job down there. Then his dad said you have until tomorrow night. Then he said, f*ck you, you have until tomorrow morning. When we get to the house pack up all your sh*t and buy a plane ticket for the earliest flight. So he got kicked out of that house too. Now he is back and living with at his girlfriend's house. My parents just found out he is back yesterday. I told them that I had patched things up with him back in November. They yelled at me for about two hours about how I'm supposedly picking him over my family. Asking how could I be friends with him after what he did. He had called and talked to my parents crying on the phone apologizing to them for everything. Wishing that he could have dealt with the whole situation better. My parents didn't apologize for anything they did. After I told my parents that I was in contact with him, they told me I better not be anymore and if they found out I was, I would be kicked out of the house. Well, they found out last night. Both of my parents were too mad to even talk to me. Oh and my sister is the one who found out and told on me to my mom. Today is her birthday, I barely even said happy birthday to her and I made her cry. Honestly, I could care less, she is a huge b*tch to me and my parents baby her. She's 12 and can't do anything on her own. She talks in a baby voice all the time and cries a lot to get her way. (Second question, does that make me a horrible person?) I'm home right now and am scared for when my parents get home from work. I want to leave my house and never come back. Only problem is no job, no money, and no place to go. I could go to my girlfriend's mom's house, but only if my parents legitimately kicked out. What should I do? My parents are selfish pr*cks and big headed and won't admit that they are in the wrong also. I hate the way they act in situations like this. My dad is the kind to hold a grudge. After I told him I was in contact with my friend he said that he better not ever meet him again or he would go to jail for beating the sh*t out of him. Just your thoughts on this whole thing and answer the three questions throughout please. more

Resolved Question: How do I move past an affair that happened against me 6 months ago?

I began dating a young filipino girl 9 months ago. We decided that we were very happy together and that we wanted to make a more permanent commitment. After a one month period of time we promised to no longer date, and we began our relationship as girlfriend and boyfriend. 4 weeks into our relationship she went overseas to visit family. She was there for three months. We chatted every evening, and wrote letters to each other everyday, as well as the occasional phone call. She came back and everything was going well. A week and a half after she returned we made love for the first time, and I took her virginity. Four days after that we were out eating and she informed me that she had cheated on me with a sailor on the plan back from where she was visiting family. She broke down and cried and begged for forgiveness. After three very hard days we decided to stay together and try to make things work. A couple months went by and I broke down and asked her if she could tell me everything. I felt that I had to know what she had done with this man. She said that it was a 19 hour flight. She hadn't had that seat originally, but was switched into it by a family member that she was traveling with. She said that she ignored him but could tell he was interested. After a while he introduced himself and they talked. She said that they could relate, had things in common that we did not. He complimented her in tagalog, her native language. After a time she stoped talking again and fell asleep. When she awoke she had leaned over onto his shoulder. He kissed her. She said that she had a boyfriend that she loved very much, but he insisted. The man she kissed is named Eddy Rochelle from Tenesse, and he said that it didn't matter, just that she shouldn't tell me, that you have to live your life without regrets. He played with her breasts and she went down on him, all under a blanket in the back of the plane. They then landed for a break, he offered lunch, she refused. After getting back on the plane, they spoke again, made out a little. Then gave eacother one last peck and said goodbye. She hasn't seen him since. After finding this all out I checked up on him. His screen name is thundercrash_21@yahoo.com. He was married at the time, and has a daughter. His wife left him a couple months after that plane trip, she had an affair and took their daughter back to the Phillippines, and has not been heard from since. He lied to my girlfriend, he said he had been in a serious relationship, not that he was married currently. He had an affair, his entire persona was of lies, and she fell for it. I confronted him online, saw his picture and learned more about him, and that has helped me deal with any issues of inferiority, because they are very clearly none. However, I am still pained by what happened. It is now 9 months that we have been together. I love her very much and she loves me. She brings me food at work that she cooks. She cleans and helps me with chores. She calls me all the time and we spend most of our time together. Sometimes when we make love I have to stop because I get distgusted with what happened, I can't help but see his fat hands on her and it kills me inside. Other times its an act of beauty. I love her very much and we both want to move past this. Please any constructive suggestions would be most helpful. I am seeking counciling and I am determined not to let this asswhole and her mistake destroy the potential our relationship has. We are young, she was foolish and I am her first relationship. I don't expect that everyone is a saint, nor that we will not all make mistakes at times, but this is a mistake that can only be made once. I have every faith the she will not do it again, now that she knows how stupid most men are and how they will lie and do whatever it takes to get physical attention, 75% of the male population committs adultery. Not to mention our love and committment has definetly grown since that one month, 8 months ago. Please, how do I proceed. more

Voting Question: Should I be allowed to visit my college boyfriend?

I am a 17 (almost 18) year old senior in high school and my boyfriend is a freshman in college. We dated for most of high school but broke up when he left for school. We found ourselves talking all the time and realized we still liked each other. When he came home for winter break we decided we wanted to be together, even though that meant long distance, we were sure it was what we wanted. My parents were happy when I told them we got back together. He is a great guy and my parents love him, THEY even invited him on a week long family vacation when I was 15 and had only been dating him for a few weeks. He doesn't drink, doesn't smoke and neither do I. I am pretty open with my mom, she knows that after two and a half years with together we decided to have sex. We've talked about birth control, she knows I know how to be safe. With a four day weekend over valentines day I want to go visit him. I realize that 10 (driving) hours away is pretty far away, but I've been flying alone since I was 5, a 2 hour flight wouldn't be a big deal for me. I have earned enough money to buy the plane tickets, I got in Early Decision to a good school, I've been being as well behaved and helpful as I can, but my parents won't let me go see him. Shouldn't I be allowed to go? My mom cried when he went back to school, saying how much she'll miss him, doesn't she get how much I miss him? more

Resolved Question: Opinion Poll: What would you do in this Flight Attendant's situation?

You are a flight attendant. It is Christmas Eve, and there is chaos all around. The winter storm is almost nation-wide, and the delays have been maddening. You feel sorry for the ticket agents dealing with angry passengers. For most of the day, you have been dealing with passengers who are generally happy; between the time that they have made it on the flight and are going home, and the time they find out their luggage has been lost. You are well rested. Despite full hotels the company had managed to secure rooms for you and your fellow crewmembers, but you heard other crews were not so fortunate. This 5-hour cross-country flight will bring all the crewmembers home. You promised your 6 and 7 year old kids that Santa would come through, that you would be home for Christmas... but you should have been home 3 days ago. Repeated cancelled flights and last minute scheduling changes has led to this unfortunate situation. You are the in-charge flight attendant, there are six others on board. They are mostly new-hires, not senior enough to take these days off. Then again, you couldn't get these days off either. You have been together for the past five days. Today in particular has been very long, this will be your third flight. Your duty time is about to run out. You already received an extension, but that too is running out. You have been on this plane trying to depart for the past 4 hours now. The plane had been deiced, but weather came in. The pilots waited for the weather to clear, but needed to be deiced again. Then sitting in line to depart for so long burning gas, the plane needed to be refueled. Then deiced again. Once again you are in line to depart. You look at your watch. That's it. If you took off right now and the flight time was all timely, you would arrive 1 minute over your duty time. You would be knowingly violating company policy. You may also be violating federal air regulations as well, but you don't know for sure. You look up at a fellow flight attendant. She too is looking at her watch. She looks up, forces a smile, then quickly looks away. Does she know? The two pilots will be making their first and only flight of the day, but you and your six fellow flight attendants are all in violation. Nobody says a word... You are called to the flight deck. The captain looks at you and tells you "Alright. Forecast weather at the destination is very good, so lots of guys diverting there. Dispatch tells me average hold time to land is about 45 minutes. Good thing we refueled, we can hold for hours if we have to. Here everything is shutting down. Some really bad stuff is blowing in from the west within the hour. Good thing we're eastbound. Couple guys were asked to return to the gate, but apparently there are no gates to return to. Some arrivals have been waiting 30 minutes for ramp crews to move empty planes out of the gates. They aren't letting any departures go. Heard some guys who were waiting for pushback, are now deplaning. Glad that wasn't us. Now I don't know what is going on, the runways look fine. They probably ran out of deicing fluid, or maybe someone crashed their truck on the ramp. Nobody's letting me know." You listen to the roar as another aircraft departs. "We'll probably be the last plane to leave today. Four hours behind schedule, but it will be good to be home. Just wanted to update you on the situation before take-off. The passengers aren't getting anxious are they? Is the crew still ready to go?" The first officer looks over to the Captain and tells him they're next for take-off. What do you do? more

Resolved Question: Opinion Poll: What would you do in this Flight Attendant situation?

Voting Question: Pregnant.... Need some advice?

I am 16 weeks pregnant, and live on an island in the Caribbean with my husband we have been living here for 2 years. This was my husbands dream to move here and work, I was supportive because we didn't have any children so why not......Well when I told him that I was pregnant, without repeating some of the awful things he said, needless to say he wasn't very happy about it. He's is a little better now, but I am still not sure he really wants a baby. Since I am pregnant I am concerned because there are no obgyn's on this island, there is one general doctor who is on the island every Friday. :) the only hospital is a 25 min flight away or a 2 hour boat ride. I have been flying back and forth to the states every month for prenantal care, but I can't keep flying throughout my pregnancy, because it's dangerous and expensive. And what am I supposed to do when I go into labor??? I have asked my husband to look for jobs back in the states for 3 months now and he always tells me he will but he never does. He was offered a job by a family member (in his same line of work), but he says he doesn't want to take it because he doesn't want to work for family. Now everytime I even bring it up he asks me why it's such a big deal, people have babies here all the time and they are fine. This is a very poor island there is practically no health care, the schools are horrible, there are really no other babies in our neighborhood. There is never any fresh meat always frozen, the produce if/when it comes is limited and sometimes already going bad when it gets here. I really want to move back to the states were our child can have the best health care, schools, food, friends, etc. but my husband is making me out to be the selfish one. I was very supportive we sold our house, our car, put all of our belongings in storage and have lived here away from our family, friends, reality for two years so my husband can have his dream. Am I really being selfish to want what's best for our new baby? If he refuses to look for a job or take the job that was offered to him should I just leave? I can't take much more of this all we do is fight about how much money is being spent on flying to the U.S. for doctors and about moving back. Please I need all the advice I can get..... more

Resolved Question: Flyglobespan have changed my flight details?

I was supposed to fly to Barcelona on Monday at 9am and this flight has now been changed to 10pm on Monday as an idiotic baggage handler crash into a brand new flyglobespan plane last sunday at Edinburgh airport. I now wont get into Barcelona until 1.40am on the tuesday, the coach to the hotel leaves 1 hour after arrival and takes 1 hour to hotel so wont get to the hotel to 3.40am on the tuesday morning! So effectively I am only getting 9 nights as now I dont count monday as a night. They have offered to move our flight coming back from 10pm on the thursday 11th to 10pm on friday 12th free of charge and if our hotel has a room available we can pay £40 to stay there on the 11th. Told me other half about this who has refused the extra night unless they pay for it. and says his holiday has been ruined. I have been left to deal with this has he is away to work. I am happy going late on the monday and coming back on the thursday 11th as normal and still looking forward to my holiday. What would everyone else do?? and whats the chances of someone being at the hotel at 3am/4am to check us in! __________________ Its 13 hours, 9am to 10pm! more

Resolved Question: How do you deal with a drunk father who won't let go of his past?

I am a 13 year old female who is experiencing problems with an alcoholic father. Ever since my mother left he has been relying on drinks to make him happy. Everyday when I come home from school my father is heavily drunk. He immediately yells at me for the most unimportant reasons, i.e.; (I am 1 or 2 minutes late because of the school bus) He will nag on for sometimes a whole hour, repeating himself over and over again, and strike me with his belt or shove me into a wall. He sprained our dog’s ankle last week when he was upset and pushed him down a flight of stairs. It is obviously my parent’s house, not mine. I have no authority over my father's actions, or his decisions to drink alcohol. I was just wondering if there is an appropriate way to confront my father about the issue, without abusing my privileges and overstepping my boundaries as a teenager. I have no relatives to contact, as my father has isolated himself from the outside world, all of them have grown distant or given up completely more

Resolved Question: Are managers allowed to be away from there pubs?

A manager of a pub i drink in is never there! Also he left a member of staff to work there on her own for several hours! I have phoned trading standards and they said that this was against the law but they said they couldnt deal with it so gave me the number for the licensing people, when i contacted them they said she can be away for up 2 3 weeks and it didnt matter that a member of staff was left alone! Surely health and safety wouldnt be happy as there are 2 rooms 2 man also the cellar is outside and the spirit cupboard is down a flight of concrete steps! Could anybody help me clear up this situation? Thank you in advance! more

Resolved Question: How can i better deal with my Father's visits? He's driving me nuts?

I'm a grown man, of 34 years. I have become quite successful financially, and as a result enjoy a lifestyle of bouncing from my home in town to my home at the beach. I live about a 3 hour flight from my father, who CAN NOT resist flying down to visit with my wife and I for weeks at a time... making himself completely at home in both of our homes. My problem is that after the first couple days, when i am happy to see him, i start to feel like every little thing he does gets on my nerves. From his constant repeatiing himself to the way he eats and chews. His drinking and his snoring on the sofa are other examples... By the end of a week, i am ready to kick him out. I know it sounds horrible, and i do love him... its just that i can't deal with these long visits. Please tell me someone what i can do to help myself cope with his visits without snapping at him over litte things that annoy me. If i dont get help this time, i dont think i can make it. Thanks. more