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I was called a sylph yesterday by an old friend who hadn't seen me for awhile. I did enjoy this and was pleased when he repeated it later during the course of our visit.

Silly, silly twats! :faint:

It strikes me that spanking is different than beating. Giving a little kid an open-handed swat on the butt when all else fails to get the kid's attention is quite different from systematically beating him with some sort of tool or using one's fists. And swatting someone across the butt is entirely different from swatting him across the face. A law like this should be complete with definitions, I figure.

Maybe she should offer to change its name to Jesus.

I've worked with women when I had an office gig and worked with men when I was building airplanes and I much prefer working with men.

Yeh, the Canadian "eh" is kinda like Valley Grrl upspeak done the Canadian Hoser way, eh? (One of those Canadian Designer Guys has a very odd eyebrow....)

Oooh, you lazy grrly grrl!!! I really enjoyed your post and found it lol, eh. As for the dancing rest, it seems that there are zed-list celebs and an array of us old chicks vicariously enjoying the dancing show; and, now that you have explained this show to me I think I am more likely to get it. And that is probably a good thing, eh? :eek: And, duh!!!, I so don't get so many of the boob enhancement efforts. Picture the mild-mannered yet quietly vicious Green a grrl who sometimes finds herself while drifting around the internet confronted with a pair of angry and swollen veinous pair of tit-sacs. Oh, ugh, sez Green to herself while reading that the items on show are a D, a double D, an effing F, or even more. She finds 'em sad, creepy, and not at all chic, those gigantic angry swollen veinous jugs. There is chic and there is freak. This is why I find breast enhancement efforts to be so inexplicable and so sad. But who am I to talk? I have just paid serious coin in order to have my face lifted.

My Cdn five cents worth, eh: yah, you probably should have advised her of your surcharges (Canadian)/upcharges (American) before you became involved in this business with her...BUT, so what, eh! The simple truth is that you are feeling very stressed by her admittedly very unfair demands on your skills and time and you are not anxious to retain her business. You view her as someone who is using you and you are undoubtedly right. At the same time you may be feeling a little bit pissy because you have undervalued your own worth by not being sufficiently assertive. (Ahem - Mean Green has often worn the same t-shirt.) My advice to you would be to go bold: explain to her that while you really did want to cut her a special deal this is simply proving to be impossible. Tell her that the research in which you have found yourself engaged with respect to both the biz of pattern and of fabrics has been a real challenge. Explain to her that although you had been hoping to cut her a deal you find that you are unable to do this, that it would be unfair to you, to your family, and to your many other customers. Then present her with a list of the surcharges (Cdn) or upcharges (American) and let her figure it out. Seems to me that she will either bail or pay: either way you will be ahead of the game. Good lucky, grrl. Keep us posted.

Sounds like a serious NSV to me! Big congrats, eh. And you will be losing the lbs, too. Keep on enjoying the trip.

Civil rights may work in the U.S. and certainly those of us who live in Canada are free to complain after the humiliating fact. The freedom to complain, however, may be of little comfort when you find yourself caught up in some kind of bizarre beaurocratic issue, one which may affect you for no good reason. Flying to a foreign country via the USA is usually not a problem for us Canucks. We pass through Ameri-customs before we board our flights up here in Canada. This is why it was easy for my mate and I to fly to Mexico via the US post 9/11. Coming back home sucked big time. We were scheduled to have a very short break between our drop off from the flight from Mexico City in our American hub centre and our connecting up with our flight to Toronto. Wow! What a truly whacked out experience! And a very, very ugly one. It has always been our experience whenever we have been in an airport while on a stopover on an international flight that we would remain corralled in, well, that zone which I have come to call international land. Oh yah, the usual rule with international travellers is that they are kept in a kind of holding pen. The understanding is that the officials who initially cleared them for flight did do due diligence and that the immigration folks who will receive them will do the same thing. This is how it has always worked for Green. Indeed her most recent foreign trip was to Turkey via Amsterdam and neither she nor her mate received the kind o crap which was dished out to them that time when they were flying back from Mexico City. Flying back to Canada via the Delta Airlines hub from Mexico City sure was a shock. None of the in-transit passengers were sequestered. We all had to go through immigration and then through some sort of additional exit line. Green, an ageing, a post-menopausal woman, and one who is so white that she is practically blue, finally found herself separated from her carry-on luggage. When she helpfully lunged forward in order to display its tatty contents she was ordered to step away. She watched the dude sweep something over it before giving her the nod. As she was hauling her crap away she asked, "what was that?" and when he answered that he was checking her plastic carry-on case for gun powder residue she almost speechless. In fact she stammered, "wow! That is, like, so Law&Order," before her mate hauled her away. She still finds the entire experience to be kinda bizarre, doncha know. Of course we missed our flight and we arrived home many, many hours later. We eventually caught a flight to Cleveland. And then we had to run in order to make it on to the plane which was flying to Toronto. It took us 14 hours to find our bed and we had been exiled from international duty-free shopping. How f*cked up is that? (I've been talking about it ever since.)

I gotta say that I never miss the Rick Mercer Report and that I kind of did enjoy that gay wedding series, a shallow Canadian reality show which was hosted by Scott Thompson and which aired shortly after same sex marriages were given a legislative blessing by the Canadian parliament. It is also true that I am a serious fan of Corner Gas, a corner where one can find a sweet yet amusing view of life. I also continue to hold out hope for Da Kink in My Hair but I figure that the poor little Mosque on The Prairie oughta be blown up or, um, given some kind of sharper point.......:faint:Politically correct humour inevitably leaves everyone feeling dry and bored. One of my favourite Canadian shows never did manage to make its way off cable land; I am referring to the splendidly twisted show, Puppets Who Kill. This show was a pretty fun time trip into weirdnessville and yet it managed to maintain some kind of a crazy sense of a moral centre. And the truth is if you stay up late and happen to be loitering in Canuck teevee cable land you will be able to experience the most offensive and often the most interesting creative efforts of Canuck teevee. These experiences are going to be extremely weird but they are still not going to rival the quality of the work provided by the best of your cable channels. Such shows as The Sopranos, Six Feet Under, Dexter, Big Love,...are absolutely extraordinary! Green is a serious fan. These are all adult shows, and the intent of such entertainments is that they engage and hold the interest of adults; this is why they discuss adult themes, and why they assume that there is an audience who is sufficiently sophisticated to get it, to find it interesting, and who will not freak out because neither the issues nor the language have been pitched in such a way that it will satisfy the lowest common denominator. I often feel that it is only in cable land where adults get to pwn teevee. Long reply from Green, eh.

Do not be embarassed or apologetic about introducing the lapband issue into your discussions with the rest of us at LBT. The simple truth is that the loss of weight which you will experience thanks to your band will inevitably introduce certain emotionally linked issues into your life apart from those connected to your relationship with your wife. Most of us find that weight loss is much more complicated than simply arranging for the installation of a device which will cut off our greedy guts behaviour and thus result in a fabulous new normo body. We may find, as you have done, that our families (in your case your wife) are threatened by our weight losses. Many of us find that though we have shed bunches of weight we still find ourselves thinking of ourselves as fatties. We can often shed the weight more easily than we can shed the insecurities, the self-destructive self-image, and the self-loathing, I guess.

Sears used to be up here as an affiliate of another old time Canadian company but now they are here on their own. They used to have, and may still have, a fabulous scratch and dent depot where one could buy household appliances at a very generous discount.

Haha. Toronto, downtown TO, the city which all Canucks love to hate. *blushes from Green, eh.* Where ya from?

I must admit that I never watch it either. I never watch any reality shows except for Judge Judy whom I adore. To tell the truth I like da Judge because she is quick to display intellectual and emotional violence towards idiots. I have, however, been stuck watching the arse-end of the Dancing with Boring Stars show when shifting channels in order to watch another carefully crafted non-reality show, you know, the ones with carefully scripted plots, etc. Up here in Lucky Canucky Land we get lots of American TV on our own channels and then again on your channels which we are also able to receive up here but which are often in different time slots. Sometimes there is a minute or two where the shows north and south of the border seem to be out of sync and this will mean that I will be exposed to something which I would rather not see. Haha. And this is how I have come to see clapped out number Z-list stars dancing their last to horribly sucky music on that dance show. As for Marie O, isn't she a hundred years old or something? Or close to my advanced age, eh? Well, in my opinion, she oughta win even if it is only in the senior's category. As for reality teevee, apart from the sainted Judge Judy long may she prosper, I find the genre even worse than Canadian teevee and we all know what that means, do we not?

I am sorry that you are living in the Land of Sad at this time. To tell you the truth I understand the reasons behind your wife's behaviour very well. While I was never sexually abused I was born with a medical condition which required painful physiotherapy during the first year of my life in order that it be corrected. The emotional effect of this on a baby was the same as physical abuse although the goal was far, far different. Then I was abandoned in favour of my baby brother when I was 1.5 years old and abandoned again when I was sent away from the family to boarding school. Add in the genetic difficulty of inherited depression and parents who were not emotionally prepared to be parents, a lousy first marriage, and the result was disasterous for those around me. I have been seeing "mental dentists" since I was kicked out of boarding school for smoking drugs and that was a long, long time ago. I have also been diagnosed at various times in my life as having BPD, being bi-polar, and being a simple depressive with family issues. One of the things which has saved my bacon is that I finally met a man who sounds rather like yourself in many ways. He is true-blue, understanding, tolerant, proud of me, and loving. He has nursed me through all the bad times. He has done all the shopping, cleaned the house when I was too depressed to move. He has, however, put his foot down when it has come to certain behaviours of mine. I am not allowed to be cruel to him and I doubt that he would put up with much infidelity on my part. He has told me when I was acting out, in a very calm and non-threatening fashion, that he would have to leave if I persisted because it was simply too difficult to live with me. This caused me to start thinking about what I was doing to a very decent man, one who does love me. The other things which have helped repair me have been proper medication and on-going psychotherapy. My mate and I are about to enter into our 24th year together and our relationship is a peaceful and a happy one. We are very supportive of each other. When I do into problems with depression I no longer take out my pain, my anger, or my abandonment issues on my husband. Instead I bleed quietly and arrange for the professionals in this field to help me. I have told you my personal history because I think that it introduces a number of salient points into this discussion. One: you may need to undergo counselling yourself in order to figure out what your own boundaries are so that you can introduce your wife to these. Two: your wife will be unable to function sufficiently well in order to deal with her emotional grief until she is on proper medication. Depression is as much an illness as diabetes is. Depression is an issue resulting from f*cked-up brain chemistry and as long as the individual is floating around in the abnormal state which is depression she will be unable to see anything clearly or rationally. Trust me when I say this: I have been wearing the t-shirt for a long, long time. I will also warn you that not all antidepressants work the same on all people. A good doc recognises this and is prepared to work with the patient, trying out different meds and combinations of meds. Three: your wife will also need to engage herself in some talk therapy. (This will be most effective once she has got her meds in place.) She has obviously got a lot on her plate. She is filled with self-loathing, I would guess, and she horribly insecure and needy. I am inclined to suggest that she opt for a psychologist for the talk therapy portion of her treatment. She will definitely need a psychiatrist for the medication part of the treatment.

In Isalm the teaching is that a man may take additional wives with a limit of four providing that he is financially capable of treating each and everyone of them in the same manner as he treats his first wife. His wives must be treated the same in all material ways. I believe that those cultures who permit more than one wife or permit concubinage likely initially did so as a means of insuring that those women who were left without mates due to tribal warfare would still be allowed to have sexual comfort, to have children, and to find themselves under the protection of a man. It was, in short, a way of dealing with the problem of surplus women in more primitive times. And obviously men benefited from this practice, too, but those men were the elite of their societies, rarely the poor peasants. Maintaining a large household is expensive, you know.

Marie Osmond should be called Scary Teeth.... They are the size of Chiclets.

From where I am standing I see you all as being theists who believe in Jesus Christ. The rest is a choice in decor.

I do have say that I have had some excellent sex while listening to Hotel California. Has anyone anywhere had good sex while listening to The Spice Bimbos? Maybe someone oughta make a poll, eh.

So did I. When I first joined LBT I did ask all sorts of "stupid newbie" questions including the one about the meanings of PB and NSV. I also wanted to talk about my hair loss and I posted a new thread about this. The reason why I like to be very respectful of newbie questions is that I tend to be kind of blonde/analog when it comes to navigating the internet and websites. This is why I have found myself taking the middle - the bland - road when it has come to the recent and bitter newbies/old guys debates which have been taking place on a few other threads. The truth is that there are a number of experienced oldtimers on this site who have acquired a wealth of knowledge on band issues and who have chosen to remain on site in order to answer questions and, generally speaking, give help. It is also true that sometimes some of these folks can sound kind of snarky and impatient, a response which is invariably disturbing to a sensitive and recently hatched bandster. Of course what the oldtimer is responding to is the fact that this question, though a new one to the newbie, has been asked a billion times before and that there is a FAQ section on this site. There is also a research issue option. You want to know about hair loss or acid reflux? Well, you can type in these topics and the research engine will call up all threads which deal with these issues. But that blonde, analog Green didn't know any of this stuff when she first joined LBT. And so I posed all those same old questions but I was lucky: people gave me the answers without any attitude. This is why I try to keep my posts attitude-free. At the same time I feel that it is important that folks understand that there are many experienced folks here on this site and if attitude is sometimes given, well, take the advice, ignore the attitude, and understand that the attitude comes only from frustration, not from a lack of interest or caring. Lindata has the right attitude, IMHO.

Hah! Hey lindata, I am another Canuck. I know about Publix because my parents used to be snowbirds.

:clap2::clap2::clap2::clap2: LMFAO but I would like to add: both of the Beckhams, a truly ghastly couple of creatures Mister Bean - oh how I hate mister bluddy bean! (but I loved Blackadder) Princess Diana (and yes, I am prepared to speak ill of the dead) yobbos, especially football yobbos pub food the Spice grrls (who were far, far more offensive than The Eagles) Kate Moss and the ongoing history of her drug drama life Marmite coffee - a beverage which should be avoided whenever vacationing in either Britain or Russia Amy Winehouse is rapidly drifting into this category.

Haha! Yah, come visit us in Canada. :heh: It's an electrifying experience!

I was banded by Dr. Yau back in Sept 2006. I flew from Toronto to Mexico and back again in April 2007 without setting off any alarms at the airports. I was worried that I would. Your story sure is a scary one. Before I was banded I did a lot of travelling in exotic places and I am hoping to do more of this now that I am at goal. But now I have visions of being unable to fly home because my body sets off alarms. Yipes!