DeLarla

And I met a real live Zorse. Never even heard of one before, but it's a reverse Zebra. This is the only Zorse in Big Bear, and her name is Zabrina.

If you look really close, the fur babies are upstairs in AuntElena's loft sitting in the window seats checking out squirells n' stuff.

The cabin people felt really bad so they upgraded us to a really big place, so my sister came up and took over the spare loft. Voo and Sachi wasted no time snuggling in the loft with AuntElena.

I wish this came out better, it's Voodoo and Sachi meeting us at the front window of "their" cabin (they took immediate ownership.)

The run was great but we both had poopy poker hands.

And it was all good from there...

And someone else returns the favor...

And someone buys a round of shots...

And our friends start showing up...

And the band starts, and the night progresses...

OMG, Willy was so, so cool! Here's us at Chads.

We had a rotten start to our trip - the cabin staff gave us directions that took us 2 hours out of our way. Boy oh boy, was Chris mad (huge truck towing 1000 pounds of $30k Harley lost in canyons, not good.) He was so tired & stressed that we couldn't rent the pontoon, so we rode to Big Bear Choppers to register for the poker run, where we got stranded for 2 hours during the worst hail storm the staff ever saw. Well, I wasn't about to let anything else ruin my really f-d up day, so I started dancing in the pouring rain. Someone kept taking pics of the crazy woman dancing in the street, and they later told me they would be posted at the rally website. That ought to be pretty. By the time the storm passed, we were so frustrated that we took a cab TO THE BAR, DAMN IT. What's that thing they say about not mixing booze with anger? This is WILLY the bartender, so you know he got us damn drunk (blame it on Willy.)

Darcey, I'm going to ask, but please don't answer if I'm treading on personal matters, okay? Just for the record, weren't you one of the really well-behaved bandsters that followed all the rules? The only reason I'm asking is because people often look for someone or something to blame, but these things can happen no matter how careful we are, right? No matter how well you take care of your band, bad things can happen to good people.

While I've had my fair share of NSVs, I've fallen back into some old habits and just had one of the NSDs (non-scale defeats) that I used to hate so much. Okay, I'll admit it... as a morbidly obese woman, I used to drop food on my shirt all the time. I notice thin woman rarely have stains on their clothes. I just ate dinner and did pretty well "bandwise." But as I was putting the food away, I had to shove one more bite in, which left sauce slopped all over my fresh-out-of-the-dryer white t-shirt. Had I only stopped when I was full I'd still be smelling Downy fresh.

Wow, I was just having a really great Sunday evening till I read this. I'm so, so sorry. I know how much you love your doctors and your band. My belly feels sick for you now. I am truly sorry and hope you heal well enough for a new one. I'm looking at my weekend's pictures, and I'm not happy with what I'm seeing. What plan will you follow, because I will try to follow with you in memory of your late band.

No steps at all at here. Just the curb, but you can avoid that by coming up the driveway. And my entire house is tile so you could even rent an electric scooter if you want (only if you let me try it.) After all this Harley riding, I'm almost ready to trade my motorcycle in for a Hoveround with a flame-job. I'm beat up.

I'm still struggling, but I have been much, much better. I haven't bought much new junk food, so I'm only stuck with stuff people give me, or barbeques, etc., and isn't all that free food calorie-free?

Sometimes I have almost-frightening feelings of intuition, and they are always dead-on so I've learned to listen to my gut. I've always said that if you get a bad omen, simply change the surgery date. Maybe it's not the actual surgery, but something else that could go wrong at that date or time. Just my opinion. Wanna hear some proof? Another bandster called me in a near-panic before her surgery. She was freaked out, and I gave her the same advice. She ended up having a horrifying experience. Luckily, she ended up pulling through and is currently doing fabulous, but maybe her problems wouldn't have happened if she listened to her gut and changed the date? Ya never know about this kinda thing.

Today: 5:00 a.m. One huge serving of PB from a pill snapped in 1/2 with water 6:30 a.m. One average size iced coffee 8:00 a.m. Jug-o-water Noon Cup of Cheetos (friggen Erin just HAD to show me the new bag) 1 green snap pea, raw 2 tablespoons cottage cheese 2 chunks broccoli 2:00 Can of real Pepsi (shoot me) Mind you, lunch could have been much worse but I have a lot of restriction from my colon cleanse pills, my morning PB and the stormy weather.

JQ, I couldn't think of anything appropriate for the moment, so I sent Donali a telepathic request for something brilliant. Ask, and you shall receive (applause applause applause.) Donali, can I have your autograph?

I was recently in my surgeon's office two weeks ago with the same type of lecturing on portion sizes, calories, etc. I asked him if he ever struggled with addictions of any sort, and he had to "think about it." If he had to think, then he has no idea what it's like to be in our shoes. After I had the nerve to ask him that, he listened to me at a different level, almost as if he respected the thinking behind my obesity just a little more clearly than he used to. Just because someone's a bariactric surgeon, doesn't make them an expert on obesity. Maybe I missed the point, so my point is Please Don't Feel Bad!

Fine, hubby and me did it last night! There, I said it. Not by choice either, but he can't resist me in a thong (don't lose your lunch.) TMI, TMI, TMI!

Tell me honestly... is that for real poopy? No lie? Mouse, thanks for showing your cute face

Damn, why didn't I just tell the post office it was an electric tooth brush? DOH! I'm calling but the number's busy. The fact we're tying up the lines is funny enough!

You learn something new every day: When you buy one of these "toys" the store, by law, has to open the package and insert the batteries to make sure the item works since, thank God they aren't returnable! Then they turn it off and cram it back in the package. It's not like I wanted to touch the thing, it was embarrassing enough. YES, I had to call the very serious postal worker and tell him the contents. He tried to remain serious but I heard his coffee snort out of his nose as he tried to muffle his laugh. Poor guy.