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OMG!

Hi. You might get better responses in the complications forum found here Lap-Band Complications - Lap Band Surgery and Lap Band Discussion Forum. I hope that every thing turns out ok with you and your band. Good luck!

It's not really that I am having trouble. I am just trying to get used to the differences. I'm just being a whiny baby. :smile:

Ok, so I am trying out this firefox web browser. How long did it take those of you that use it, to get used to it?

Back at you luluc.:smile:

OHHHHHH. You mean the one where she looks just so slightly disappointed that he asked to go, but inside she is thinking about...

.I just learned to like to eat. I was always thin until I got pregnant. Everything in my life revolved around food. This was my life. Celebrations, funerals, good days, and bad... we ate. At first I didn't really gain weight, but slowly after the birth of my son... it just ballooned. I would gain and then lose. Food became my friend. Food was always there. Food never let me down. Add PCOS to the mix and I gained to my highest weight this year of 254. That was it. I couldn't do it anymore.

That's what I think. She will get hers in the end.:smile:

Was it a BIG grin?

I don't think they serve any sushi in prison, so we are going to have to avoid prison altogether. You just can't get caught.

I'm in.

Whatever you do, don't leave any clues. ER-by this time next year, your diabetic medicine will be a distant memory.

That's what is funny about ours. I am the money maker, yet she calls him thinking he can pay her bills. Hell, he can't pay HIS bills. She calls him asking for money all of the time (on his cell phone since she won't call my house). MILs can really suck sometimes. I know that there are good ones out there (my mom is one), but man did I pick a WINNER!

My in-law confession, I'm not buying them a damn thing! I never get a present. I never get a card. I never get my name on the card. My MIL likes to call my DH over to her house and he comes home with a present, but me and my son don't exist. She ships tons of stuff to my step-daughter, but we can't even get a merry christmas phone call. I always bought her something anyway. This year? Screw her. DH NEVER buys her anything, but I always do so she will be shocked when she doesn't get anything. Oh well. If I don't exist, her damn present won't either. ha!

I am right there with you Donna.

I weigh every time I go into the bathroom. I am pathetic I know.:biggrin:

You have me beat. I will stop complaining right now.

I am still slowly confessing things to my mom from my childhood. I have to admit, THAT is NOT one I would confess.

I was thinking something similar BBK! It is 14 F here this morning. Even the mental image of a warm beach is not helping.

Of course, I would have to ditch the husband. He would NOT fit the bill of the guy serving me drinks. If I am going to dream, I might as well dream big. Make sure when you tell Santa he knows that the guy CANNOT be DH.

I just want one all inclusive trip somewhere warm with a very cute guy baring his chest serving me tropical drinks and strawberries. He is to be at my beck and call at all times. Do you think that would fit under my tree?

I'll trade with you sms. Current conditions as of 11:53 pm EST Partly Cloudy Feels Like: 22° Barometer: 30.34 in and rising Humidity: 36% Visibility: 10 mi Dewpoint: 3° Wind: NW 10 mph Sunrise: 7:46 am Sunset: 5:33 pm 22° High: 41° Low: 17°

His name is on my house. We were married when I bought it. His name is not on my loan, but apparently TN law requires that he be on the deed. The loan officer didn't know I was married (and I didn't know about the law) when I mentioned something about my husband. Me and my big mouth. I know it will be heck to get him off the deed. He used to try to tell me that I was going to have to give him some money out of the house if we broke up, so finally I started telling him he could have the house AND the payments on it. He stopped saying it after that.

I've noticed a difference too. I would be so hot at work, but now I wear a thermal under my regular shirt and a sweatshirt on top of that. My family complains about how hot I have the house now.