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I can't complain too much. For one, my husband can stand me. In and of itself, that speaks a LOT for him. He is amazingly smart and can hold a conversation about anything from the postmodern divide to string theory to last night's Chapelle Show. He supports anything I want to do. In his heart of hearts he would love for me to resign my career and focus 100% on my interests and hobbies, but he never pushes the issue or pressures me because he knows that I love what I do. He really is my best friend. So now the bashing... He insists on wearing white tube socks with his sandals, even with shorts. He says his feet get too hot in shoes, but he doesn't like the feel of things right up against his feet. And he's not bothered my threadbare socks that got by me in the wash... He does all the laundry, I fold it. But his idea of getting clothes out of the dryer is scooping them out and onto the floor, where they sit until he remembers to do otherwise, or we're having company. He's really vain, and really not vain in weird, almost contradictory ways. He has to have the top of the line/most expensive when it comes to electronics - computers, home theater, televisions, etc., but he scoffs at quality clothing because "you just wear it", and insists on $15 haircuts at the local mall salon... and then will turn around and drop a buck fifty on dinner. I really don't get that. He thinks it's funny to (playing around) pick my nose, and but I *hate* people's hands in my face, especially when I'm not expecting it. And why is it that *every* time I bend over, he's right there playfully dry humping me? It doesn't matter if I dropped something and have to pick it up, or am refilling the dog's dishes, or straightening the kitchen floor mats... there he is, banging into me from behind, throwing me off balance and nearly making me fall more times than not. My birthday happens to be on Valentine's day. Perfect opportunity to be a little romantic, right? Wrong. This year my gift will be the same as it has been for the last 8 years. Drive me to the jewelry shop and tell me "Pick whatever you want." He means it, too. I know that seems ideal to a lot of people, I hear it from my co-workers every year... but to me, it's the exact opposite of what a gift should be. I'd take a poem he wrote himself or a handmade card ANY DAY. If I get out of the bed, no matter how long I've been gone, when I get back he has moved himself over to the exact middle and is sprawled on my side... and he's 6' 5 and 250# so I can't exactly just move him. If I leave my pillow where he can reach it, when I come back it will be shoved into his armpit. He really likes to cuddle things in his sleep, and finds my pillow to be a suitable surrogate... but once it's been in the armpit, I just can't use it again. He will scratch his ear/nose/eye/whatever, and flick whatever he finds there on the floor... the floor in our house, the floor in my car, his car, the floor in the store... wherever we happen to be, his flicks are there. And then I will always have my main source of competition, "the other woman" as I call it - his computer.

System configuration. There's a way to change the default browser configuration to make it perform better than it does on standard install. Most of the changes are focused on making things load faster, for many people it has made a difference of 5x - 6x faster, just with browser settings.

I can help. I had to go into the source code of your post and pull the URLs directly. I popped them on my server so you could share. If you'd rather I didn't, just say the word and I'll remove them.

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On the first post, if you're seeing red x's, right click on the x, click on properties, and copy the URL. Then paste the URL into a browser. It should work that way. Finicky browser settings.

I don't want to take this OT, but I'm sitting here laughing, remembering a time where I used to work -- a few of my co-workers and I would check Strongbad every day. We used to pull all kinds of pranks when someone was out. One of the guys was out and we burninated everything in his cube without cutouts of the paper flames and Trogdor. He kept everything up for like 2 years. Ah, the good ol' days.

Strong Bad rocks! I've lost touch in the last 2 years or so, but back when he only had a handful of emails - the BEST. All time favorite - his children's book. Hilarious! Nykee - have you seen MM live? We saw them back in 94 when no one had a clue who they were. They were opening for NIN and we all assumed it would be a girl band. Concert was in (of all places) Topeka, KS... known for it's "celebrity" Reverend Phelps. I won't even get started on him because I'll never stop, but the show was *amazing* and Twiggy Ramirez was just plain hot. The next day I had to special order the American Family CD. Had to! Oh wow. I am old. 94?!? It seems like yesterday...

Most of the questions I walked in with were answered before I got to the actual doc. I was told to arrive early, and part of what they did was give me TONS of literature covering everything from FAQ to a very detailed "what to expect" narrative covering the entire procedure. I did ask: What size/type of band was he placing. Could I still scuba with the band? What his personal rates with erosion & slippage were. If *he* felt I was a good candidate. How long he had been practicing (not # of procedures, but years of experience with this particular procedure) What type of anesthesia & pre-post-op meds I would receive

I saw that. I didn't think twice about what company she worked for, but it was the first episode of that show I'd ever seen. Interesting premise, reminds me of Trading Spouses that was on a few seasons ago.

Even with the full body shot, it still looks like a man's ass. I have to second princess here. I'll go commando before I go with butt floss. I mean - the goal of my average day is to keep my underwear out of my butt.

Hmm... sounds like maybe you have a 3-day benefit specific to surgery, much like a bereavement leave benefit. Might want to have your boss clarify. You should still be able to take whatever PTO you have available. There's also a cut-off for STD and FMLA, I *think* the STD (generally speaking, can vary) kicks in before your PTO is depleted, and FMLA kicks in after your PTO is depleted, but I could be wrong. My surgery is on a Wednesday. I hope to be ready to return that Monday, but if I can't I'll work from home. No one can guess when you'll feel up to going back other than you. :eek:

Those bananas like their doggy style... It's more like - what *isn't* there to do. DH and I too eat 99.9999% of our meals out, but it doesn't take us 6 hours to eat a meal. We may start our weekend by grabbing breakfast or brunch somewhere, then do some shopping or go to a movie, go visit friends, if it's nice out we'll get our lunch to go and have a picnic, stop by the store and buy some kites to fly while there... we both enjoy scuba diving and try to fit in as many summer dives as our schedules will allow. Go to the club, go for walks, go visit family, go to a museum... then we'll go have dinner, alone or meet up with some friends. After dinner we may go to a movie, have people over to talk/watch tv/play game/have drinks/hot tub/whatever... heck if the weather is nice anything that gets you out of the house - play some mini-golf, to the outdoor theater... whatever. A meal out takes what.. an hour? That's 3 hours of your day.

All-time favorites include Violent Femmes, 311, Smashing Pumpkins, early NIN, Pixies, Ministry (Land of... and Psalm 69 - fantastic), Butthole Surfers, Siouxie, Primus... the list goes on. I'm still a nut for some 80's... Tears for Fears, Echo and the Bunnymen, Joy Division, The Church, Duran Duran... Really, I'll listen to anything that isn't rap, country, or euro beat.

FWIW, I have seen a lot of my family go through the scares of cancer. Literally everyone older than me on my maternal grandfather's side of the family has had some form of cancer. I know it's little comfort, but it was always, "You're going there now, why haven't you left yet?" when they truly thought it might be cancer, and never "we'll call you for an appointment." Case in point - my mother was diagnosed with melanoma about 4 years ago. She went in to have her PCP look at it, and within the hour she had been sent to the hospital for a biopsy and was on her way to the plastic surgeon (he did the actual removal). It really is a good sign that there doesn't appear to be any cancer. They can never rule it out until they have done whatever specific tests are needed because - well, CTs are preliminary, and you can imagine what would happen if they said, "No cancer" only to have a biopsy show otherwise. It's the same thing for a broken foot. But IMO a lot of medical professionals understand what you're going through and will try to give you some indication, even if it's not so nice to hear. :hug:

Cold water could definitely have done it. Chugging cold water is one of the best ways to get a "stuck" sick stomach unstuck (I don't mean band stuck, I mean when you're sick but just can't get it to come on out). Paul - yes, the belief is that drinking cold fluids lowers your internal temperature, and your body has to expend that much more energy (calories) to bring it back up. Likewise, eating or drinking something hot could increase your body's temperature and may quicken your metabolism (anything that raises your body's temperature can quicklen your metabolism), but not enough that you'll ever see a real difference.

I thought I responded to this. Ignore if it's duplicate. I'm a "Senior Learning & Development Consultant" with one of the top F500 companies. That's not meant to brag at all, that's meant to say - "I"m f-in busy!" What that means in reality is that it's my job to figure out what people need to know about a new thing, or what knowledge gaps they have about an existing thing, and fill those gaps. It's also my job to look at how people do their jobs and figure out what we (the organization) can do to make them faster/more effective/more effecient/more motivated... you name it. In summary, it's the study behind how people learn & perform, and the science behind "training". I also own my own business with DH, a web design/development company, specializing in small businesses. DH works as a Sr. Sys Admin, but also does freelance computer/network setup, DB backbone setup, etc. And I also contract to small businesses and/or local schools to review their curriculum and consult with them on what they can do to improve their instructional integrity.

I have no eating resitrictions until 2 days before surgery, at which time I go on liquids. There's a separate diet for people with diabetes, but for me it's 100% focus on sugar-free, fat-free clear liquids. I'd have tro get the diet plan out to look at it, but I think there were a few options for milk & other non-clear liquids... however, I'm going to follow the first option. So for me, Feb 26th would be the last day of eating "normal" (non-banded, non-preop). Liquids continue for I think 3 days post-surgery, and then it's on to adding one new item from a selective list at a time, all "mushies". As for calories, Protein, etc. -- I'd have to look, the paperwork is at home but I can followup if you're interested.

Just one. He came recommended from several people I know who had RNY with him, who in turn knew people who had LB. At the time I thought he was 3 hours away and was still going to consider the trip worthwhile. Come to find out I had misunderstood and he's about 30 mins from our house. We weren't completely decided until the consultation. DH came with me and was impressed by him. What speaks to us the loudest is the number of LB procedures he's done, and his personal success rates.

Firefox devotee. Mozilla devotee in general. Not sure about this particular issue, but I can send you a list of sys configs you can make that GREATLY improve performance, if you're interested.

I have no tats myself but I have created flash for a local shop. Maybe I'm an honorary? LOL Nykee - that cracked me up. MF! Now I just have 2 holes in each ear, but friends and I used to go to the beauty upply and buy the disposable piercing guns. I used to have my eyebrow, lip (lower, near the corner of my mouth), and nose pierced. We pierced our noses using potatoes and sharp piercing studs. Had both ear cartileges pierced. My bf at the time had a Prince Albert, and tribal band tattoos on either side of the head of his weiner. Talk about ouch!

Needles. Not so much fear as anxiety. I was having blood drawn once as a kid and the needle broke while in my arm. Let me tell you - because the blood isn't going into the vial doesn't mean it doesn't keep free-flowing from your arm, and with some force, too. It looked like someone had been murdered in there, blood all over my arm, all over the phlebotomist, walls, table... blood has never bothered me, and pain does not bother me, but it's just the thought of the needle itself. Even smelling the isopropyl alchohol they swab you with before jabbing you is enough to get me on edge. I don't like spiders. It's not a true phobia, but if I see one unexpectedly, up close and personal, I will scream. I can't even stand to kill them because I don't want to hear the crunch. If I have to kill a spider I will take drastic measures. Once when I was a kid there was a spider on my ceiling. I didn't want to wake my parents up, but I didn't want to lose track of it either, so I took a shoe and duct taped it to the end of a broom and tried to swat it. If there's one on the wall, even if it's tiny, I have to get like 10 paper towels to squish it because I have to make sure I won't feel it through the paper. Why do I dislike spiders so much? Well, let's see... One time as a kid my parents and I were camping in the desert. I wanted to be outside of the tent. I woke up in the middle of the night because something was tickling my arm, which happened to be tucked right under my head. There was enough of a fire left that when I looked to see what it was... it was a tarantula, and I could clearly see all 8 eyes looking back at me, it was that close to my face. Hmm, I wonder why else... once when I was a teenager, I guy I was dating told me to close my eyes and hold out my hand. I did, and felt something hairy & heavy in my hand, then felt it start to crawl up my arm. I freaked out and flung it at the wall. I never knew until then how much liquid spiders carry in the thorax, and how much like a Water balloon they act when they hit a wall at force. Oh, and why else? When I was 18 I went to Central America for a few weeks. Spent half the trip living in the heart of the rainforest. We'd literally put tarps down on the forest floor and put our tarps on the tent. My best friend at the time was with me and we were sharing a tent. One night I felt something heavy on my chest, and thought she must have put her arm across me, so I tried to push her off. It took a few seconds to realize her arm was way too hairy, but a split second later it started moving its legs. Lo and behold, I had just been introduced to the Central American rainforest's "plate spider" -- aptly named because after the natives toss them into the fire to cook them, the spider's body STILL takes up an entire dinner plate. That was one of the moments where I swear I could fly. As soon as I realized what it was, I was on the other side of the forest patch. I mean - I had gotten out of the tent, flung off my shirt, and ran probably 50 yards in about 4 seconds. They say the average American eats 8 spiders in their lifetime. Some from sleeping with our mouths open and one finds its way in, some from parts that are present in food, some from putting something in your mouth that has a spider on it... HEEBEE JEEBIES!

I'm in Kansas City, MO. I'm in their online IPT program. It's in interesting experience. We're mixed with people who are in the program on campuis, and I always hear them talking about the "Smurf Turf".

Hi Veritas. I'm not in Boise, but I am completing my master's degree through Boise State Univ. so - hi! :wave:

I have my worries too, but let me ask something -- and I really don't know the answer b/c I've never had surgery before. Why does this surgery scare people so much? I know lots of people who have surgery under general anestheisa, and never thought tiwce about dying, and certainly never drafted living wills or wrote out final farewells.

Hey come on guys, you're missing out on all the important information & lessons that we can learn from each other's boobs - err, I mean most valuable assets. Man, I have heard of being desperate to get your rocks off, but this degree of desperation definitely takes the prize!