DeLarla

I haven't pre-ordered the menu from Buca yet because some folks said they're coming for sure but haven't confirmed. Plus all the Vegas last-minute people. The food served at Buca is enormous (each entree serves 8-10 people.) I'm going to make reservations for 20, but I won't pre-order yet. If anyone has time to go on-line and search for Buca di Bepo, they should have an on-line menu. I think everyone was pleased with my selection last year - nobody complained and things got dead silent when the food arrived except for the "Mmmms" and "OMG, LOOK HOW BIG IT IS." I'm suggesting: One large salad and one small (feeds 900 in BucaLand) One large Garlic Bread (think of an enormous deep dish pizza) One chicken dish One white Pasta dish One red pasta dish One dessert Michelle, what do you think? Wanna take a stab at suggesting the menu this year? Let's vote. Last year dinner was 5:00 p.m. but 1/2 the people were an hour late so this year it's 6:00 p.m. Trish is driving, lots of folks are traveling. Should we make dinner for 6:00 or 7:00 p.m.? Thanks, and see ya'll soon! P.S. I finally went South and earned the right to say "ya'll," Ya'll!

I hope the unfill brings you relief. This weird weather, traveling, stress, etc., have given me some weird symptoms, too. Worst PB of my life eating my first real Cajun food the other day. When I don't get enough sleep, old 70's songs get stuck in my head, and right now it's singing to you, "Blame it on the Rain...." Hope you feel better.

I've only had time to check a few PMs lately, but when I see Zoe, I jump. My girl parts are in working order (and so are hubby's) but Mother Nature and the Powers that Be would not allow us to conceive. Over the years many of my hysterecotomied (I might have made that word up) friends have urged me to get one. Everyone says life without periods is Heaven, so I sure hope it clears up your problems. I'll be thinking of you. You always make me smile because we're always on the same page. Every time I've seen a post with someone worried about some surgical removal, my response always mentions that mass has weight and to consider the pound or two as a loss in the bucket! Let me know when your surgery is.

Regular milk wasn't part of my youth, so I'm not a big milk drinker. Years ago someone told me to try soy milk, but the thought of even licking a spoon dipped in soy milk made me nearly gag. I finally got the nerve to lick that spoon though, and now I'm hooked! What the heck is soy milk, and why is it so good? There's no way this stuff can be good for me - I feel like I'm having a glass of eggnog or a melted shake. I've been taking these disgusting huge horse pills that were making me PB. Now I mash them up, mix them in a cup of soy milk and chug it down no problemo. Next question, why are there 50 different kinds of soy milk, and what are the benefits of it vs. milk. What kind should I be drinking? Give me all you got on soy milk, please. Thanks

OMG, I can't take time to respond, but there's no way those flowers can be real, and all those fur babies and wedding shots and brides and babies! LOVE it. More, please.

I'm so confused. I figured I was the only Lisa Lisa Bo Bisa from New Jersey in the world, and I just atttended a seminar, too. Okay, I'll go to bed and try to get some of that "sleep" that people rave about. Losing my marbles due to insomnia, so I'll shut up now. Glad your seminar went well though!

Can someone summarize what's going on here? Are we talking about Lopez or Pleatman? Prettyone, you are being very vague. Please be specific to the "vindictive" and "slanderous" statements you're referring to. Who is on a witch hunt, and what doctor is being hunted and slandered? I'm trying to figure out if you consider anthing I've ever said on this board to be anything but factual. What exactly are you saying?

Did anyone watch TV last night and see a show where a young teen went to Mexico to get a bypass operation? She was already skinny, but her mother was one of those uptight skinny bitches that always hounded her young daughter about weight. So the girl snuck off to Mexico and got a bypass operation. They showed the scars on her flat tummy, and I was shocked. She got really botched up, and the hospital said they needed to reverse the bypass. I fell asleep right during her operation, so I'm dying to know what happened. I was just flipping through channels, and I don't know any of the actors so I don't even know the name of the show.

Prettyone, when you accused people of being vindictive and on a witch-hunt against Lopez, were you referring to me?

Mandy, I've got lots of experience with consignment shops since I used to sell my clothes all the time, but the only Plus Size Consignment Shop in Vegas had to close down because it wasn't doing well. Other "normal size" stores took some plus size things hoping they would do well, but nothing ever sold. If you want to send some boxes to me, I'll be happy to add them to the Vegas Bash Exchange, but sometimes it's best to just let go of the stuff and give them to charity. The local shelter told me the safe shelters for abused woman get a lot of plus size women in there, but they never have plus size clothes so they have to live in the same clothes till they find some.

PDUCT = Perhaps DeLarla understands corrupt teens. SNOOG

Let's start a NJ Lisa club. Love, NJ Lisa (originally from Bergen County)

OMG, my brother had a frog named Frogmorton. Betty, wanna trade? Yours is cute.

As Elvis I'd go by Nienne Tasartir

Dimple Goldworthy of Michel Delving I used my maiden name because my married name rejected since my husband is a Troll, not a Hobbit.

"I was so angry I actually had a temper tantrum." Vine, I think you're handling it fine! I'm thinking you need to throw a shoe at something. I'm not good with warm and fuzzy, but I'm all about getting damn mad. Maybe it would kick in your metabolism? I think hot anger is a fat melter. Girl, I'm in the same (sinking) boat because I've been eating like most normal folks but I've gained a few more pounds. Water, schmater, I'm fat and that's that. Throw the scale off the damn balcony and go get yourself a pedicure and marvel at how lovely your 10 little berries are at the end of your darling feet. Put on a dress and go to the drugstore pantiless with your newly painted toes (go bright pink or purple) and spend too much money on a bunch of make up that you'll never use. You are a warm blooded faboulous woman that doesn't need to take no crap from a damn scale (prolly invented by a man.)

I only heard this once a very long time ago, and I don't know if it's true. But I heard a rumor that French doctors only allow patients to keep the band for four years, then they remove it. That gives four full years to re-train yourself how to eat. Can anyone back up this information?

I hope this doesn't bother anyone, but I need advice. A co-worker witnessed a kitty getting hit by work this morning, so she told me. That alone sickened me because why didn't SHE care about Kitty? You guys know that I faint at blood, but I ran to the corner and somehow managed to check if Kitty was breathing. He wasn't. I wrapped him up in my jacket and carried him to my car, and then called Animal Control. I feel awful. Someone will call their pet to dinner tonight. I hope it wasn't a little girl, and I certainly hope the parents will call Animal Control after a day or two of Kitty being gone. They deserve closure. Animal Control removed Kitty, who won't be home for dinner. I'm super busy with both jobs, plus I'm babysitting 2 teens all week. Is it my responsiblity to put a few flyers up in the neighborhood, and if so, how could I word something so awful?

And how much do you actually use? Be honest, I know the truth. I had two gym memberships, 5 tapes, 3 machines, hand weights, a pully doorknob thingy, and a bunch of other dusty useless crap. I did the most amazing, liberating thing that lifted 10,000 pounds off my shoulders. I got rid of it ALL. Every bit of it, including the gym memberships. I went to Walmart and bought a yoga pad and a simple barbell (Danskin has cute colorfully padded girly cute ones.) Now I walk my dogs, swim, ride my mountain bike, dance, hike, go motorcycle riding, walk the malls, clean my house lots more, etc. I do fun stuff and normal calorie-burning exercise, then I do some plain old fashioned sit ups and push ups and pump that barbell 25-50 times. Done. Nobody should have to kill themselves to be healthy. I'm doing just enough to keep my heart happy and my muscles toned. Some of you may have grown up thin, but I've been fat my whole life. If God wanted me skinny, it would have happened by now. My journey hasn't ended, it's just begun. LIVE, LOVE, LAUGH.

Some of you noticed the joke thread was gone. Well, I posted that thread as an impulse, but the next day I felt stupid so I deleted it. But too many people noticed it gone, so here it is again. We can always use a good laugh! xo

I'm glad you guys understand. I gave it some thought, and there's nothing more I can do. If the parents care, they will contact local shelters, who should lead them to Animal Control. Animal Control has a log with the description of the kitty. I just hope they have the dignity to announce the cat's death before telling someone to come pick up their pet. Molly-Mo, I can't believe they did that to you. They are so heartless. Yesterday the remains of Kitty sat around till after lunch time. I called Animal Control a second time to ask when they'd be here, and the snotty woman with the rotten attitude told me a dead cat isn't a priority. That's like saying someone's deceased child isn't a priority in my book. Especially with freaks and psychos walking the streets that might find someone's dead pet entertaining.

I hope you're bringing your camera and will share! Good for you, go girl, go!

Every night Frank would buy a 6 pack and drink it while he watched TV. One night after his last beer the doorbell rang. He stumbled to the door and found a 6-ft. cockroach standing there. The bug grabbed him by the collar and threw him across the room, then left. The next night after his 4th beer the doorbell rang. He walked slowly to the door and found the same 6 ft. cockroach. The big bug punched him in the stomach and left. The next night after his first beer, the doorbell rang again. The same 6 ft. cockroach kneed him in the groin and left. The 4th night Frank didn't drink at all. the doorbell rang. The cockroach was standing there. The bug beat Frank and left him in a heap on the floor. The following day Frank went to see his doctor. He explained the events of the last four nights. What can I do? he pleaded. Not much, the Dr. answered. There's just a nasty bug going around!

I'm having major issues with my mental monster right now, so I just filled up my water, opened a Diet Green Tea and opened a Diet Root Beer all at once. Call me crazy, but I'm fighting it with all I got!

I cracked up at Fuzzbutt. What a cutie. Sophie is breathtaking. She belongs in catalogues or movies - STAT.