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Cool to hear that someone else is on the same page. :biggrin1: I thought that mine were sad and droopy until I watched a Lesbian make-out session on the L-Word a few weeks ago (please note that up here in Canada we are way behind you on some of the TV shows we get to watch). There was a young blondie who had tits which were just like mine!!! Wow, I thought to myself. :whoo:

Yep, I know. Don't worry about it. We all do it.

I spent one Xmas in Tunisia and another in India. I also spent a few in France. These were much less painful.

Oh, gawd, how I hated Xmas when I was young! We got those envelopes with cash/cheques but we didn't get anything much in the way of surprises and, well, fun. And it was so humiliating when we would connect with our little cronies later in the day. They had grandparents who were still living and parents who were real Canucks instead of being war-torn European immigrants who just didn't get it and so these kids were awash with prezzies. And we weren't. Ugh! Xmas was a nightmare to me and I still go into a major psychological decline at this time of the year. The Green crudball Xmas experiences never, ever lived up to the North American hype. When I am smart I arrange for my mate and I to get out of town, well, out of Canada, to tell you the truth, and when I am not smart I spend the season acting out and behaving very, very badly. Weird thing is, come Jan 1, I am just fine. Completely normal.

P.S. Sorry for punctuation difficulties in the above post.

Wise Derick, one of the many reasons why I like you. Well,.......one of the few; but I do I like your sense of humour, I like trade unionists, I like young men, and I like intelligent trouble makers. :heh::heh::heh:

I guess I posted the above because I want some of you all to explain to me what the big boobs thang is all about. Colour Green curious is all.

I must confess that one thing which I really don't get is the North American obsession with gigantic tits. I lived for some years in France, the home of haute couture, and certainly France is not a tit-obsessed country. In fact, big tits are a problem when you are wearing elegant clothes. They ruin the line of the clothing, that is to say, the way the clothes fall. Another problem is that big tits make you look fatter than you are. This is because they push the material out from your body, this makes you look even bulkier, and this is why during those years while I was fat I always wore jog bras. I wanted to smash my breasts as close to my body as possible in order to minimize my size. I have read that designers now have to rejig their haute couture in order to fit American women because so many of them have had tits installed. I have got to confess that the giant tit thing seems much more Hugh Hefner, strip joint and trailor park than Audrey Hepburne elegant, upscale classy, or even Sex in The City. With giant jugs you simply cannot wear funky or elegant clothes without risking looking men's magazine material or worse. And then you've got to think about them implants when you are 80, incompetent and incontinent. Those boob mountains are still going to be out there and endlessly perky. I never got the big boobs thing and I still don't. Mine are now hovering between a B and a C and, I have been pleased to note, haven't been much affected by either age (I have never had children) or weight loss. This is a real relief to me. The reason I was most anxious to lose weight was vanity. I wanted to have the fun of wearing funky or chic clothes again before I died and during those fatty years this was a challenge. I certainly have never had the desire to buy gigantic tits and ultimately find myself looking like sex dolly who is long past her sell-by date. I am aware that my comments sound awful harsh but these are a reflection of my true feelings. I just don't get it. Never have.

Hey, very cool comments. Thanks, folks. I don't think that I would have waded into this discussion at this time had I not read Apple's post and then noted that she was 19. I just wanted to explained to her that this whole biz of relationships and sexuality does become a lot more complicated. Certainly when I was a horny 19 year old I could never have imagined any of the complications that spring up between up between couples after they have spent some years together. At the same time I certainly did not want to disrespect your input, Smith. (Again, I gotta say that I love your name.)

Science grrl, Green has got to tell you that the snoop dawg dance was not your finest hour. You have been gifted with a superb intellect, and your specialty is mammalian behaviour. I submit that this outbreak of crazy behaviour might just be viewed under this lens: on one level this might be viewed as alpha issues within the big head hairless tribe. The paint bawl thang was definitely not LizRbit's finest hour. Wasa and sweethazel have not performed at their very best and, yes, sweethazel did indulge in some entirely uncalled for bitcherie on the Alla thread. All of this is very, very true.... But now comes the time for everyone to move on, ignore each other, and keep silent. By the way, you may be amused to hear that Green has serious anger issues of her own. I still see a psychologist in order to talk about this stuff. I really do understand where you all are coming from. I am not being a sanctimonious goody-goody for I am a cynic by temperament and one of those who only believe in the I Don't Care Bears. This means that I have no intention of preaching to you. I just figure that all of you intelligent and, yes, amusing colleagues will be better off if you are not engaged in sad, sour, and sub-intellectual snarks. (Please note that I have worked hard to toss a lot of words begining with S in that last sentence.) Remember that living well is the best revenge. This could arguably extended to enjoying oneself by engaging in interesting discussions on the internet. Avoid letting the bell troll for thee.

Oh, rrod, I believe that all of us who are posting on this site are here because we either have or still are wearing the T-shirt of marital dysfunction. My response to Apple was prompted after reading her post and then noting that she was 19 years old. When I was 19 I could not imagine how men and women could end up in, well, these sort of situations. My take on the sexuality of couples was that normo couples were up for endless boning and always would be until they died if given the opportunity. Man, was I shocked to learn after I was first married, and this was after 2 years of fabulous furtive pre-marital boning, that I was so bored by the activity that I would rather read the telephone book than bone. I do have the attention span of that gnat. What I was hoping to convey to Apple was that men's sexuality is not always a sure-fire thing. Men can find themselves unable or unwilling to bone for all sorts of reasons. They are stuck with a problem which women do not have. They have this reputation of being horndogs to uphold and this adds to additional stress on a man. A woman is always free to say no without her motives being questioned. But as you can see from Apple's post this is not the case for men. When a man just does not want to bone it is assumed that he is either gay or unfaithful. In fact we are short-changing men when we view them as just bone-machines. Men have feelings, too.

It's best for you and Wasa to completely ignore the snipes and barbs contained in such posts. Whenever bitterness and mean spiritness is apparent it ends up speaking for itself and does finally alienate other folk. Most of our LBT barroom brawls are so much fun because, however flamboyant these may be, these are all about ideas, not about each other. This is how the smokers and non-smokers, the left wing-nuts and the right wing-nuts, the believers and the atheists - you know what I mean - can be duking it out on one thread and be the best of friends on another. This is part of the value and the charm of LBT in my opinion. When you personally engage in these spite matches you, too, risk alienating folk. This is in part because most readers don't know what these fights are all about, they don't know any of the background history, and so the posts make for boring and pointless reading for the outsiders. It also means, and now I am going to sound like Mummy, that you are stooping to a baser level, and that you, too, will sound like spite merchants. Now, LizRbit, I have no idea as to who started what but I do know that you and your Aunt have been the ones to toss in the latest posts, the ones which have served to stir all this crap up again. And I know that you, grrl, can do better. You and I got into a flaming brawl about smoking sometime ago - an idea-driven brawl - and parted as friends, I trust. Indeed you made painful personal revelations at that time for which I respect you very, very much. LBT is a big and very interesting site for although we have all come here because we have weight issues apart from this we are very different. This is, in my opinion, a real strength. In RL we tend to meet people like ourselves; here we get to meet all sorts of folks. There is lots of room here for all of us. Put down your personal guns, suggests Green, and let's get back to arguing ideologies, talking about ideas, and problems associated with personal lard, relationships, and anything else which might interest or amuse us. Sorry for having gone all Dr. Phil on you all, eh.

I think noses are really tricky. A friend of mine had a friend who was very attractive but who wanted her nose redone. My friend said that she ended up looking like Dick Tracy. My mum had a big schnozz and once visited a plastic surgeon. He looked at her and said to her that she looked like a confident woman and then suggested to her that she really didn't need to have her nose redone. And so she didn't. As for me, I like, I mean really, really like, interesting noses. I very much like the AmerInd noses which I have seen. My own schnozz is not all that small and looks Greco-Roman. My eyes are large but when I lived in France I had men swooning over my nose! Go figure.... lol And I do agree with you. I think noses are tricky. If you have strong features a bland little nose will look pretty damn silly. If you are going to have it modified you need to have a surgeon who has an artistic eye do this for you. In fact this holds true for all face work: there must be a marriage of technical mastery and the artist. Face work ain't like TTs and Tit Jobs.

In fact you raise an interesting issue. I smoke, I had to give it up 3 weeks before the F/L, and I have always, even when I was a child, had serious problems whenever I get a cold or the flu. I come from the Mucus family and I would inevitably be left with ear or lung infections. This has continued to be a Very Bad Thing for me as an adult. I had surgery on my ear drum when I was in my late 30s because of an ear infection. When I was going through my battery of tests to clear me for plastic surgery I had a lung X-ray and this was okay. But 6 weeks before I was due for the surgery I caught a summer cold and the end result of this was bronchitis, confirmed by another X-ray. My doc commented that she suspected that I was in fact an undiagnosed asthmatic. And it is true that we do have asthmatics in our family. By the time I arrived for the surgery I was off antibiotics but still on two different inhalers and my lungs were kind of off norm. I mentioned this to both my surgeon and to the anaesthetist. They judged that it was safe to go ahead (and remember that no doctor, especially a high-profile plastic surgeon, wants a patient to croak on his watch) and I trusted in their judgement. The morning following the surgery I was kind of lung-y and they did have me use an inhalator and sent me home with a prescription for one. To tell you the truth, my problems lasted a day or two and then were gone. Now I have problems again. You see, I caught another damn cold and as a result I am Lung-y. And I am still blowing my nose. This has been going on for 3 weeks now. I caught it when I went to vote in the provincial election. Ugh! The only way you will be able to know whether your asthma will mess you up is to consult with a good surgeon. A friend of mine who only has one kidney and as a result can't tolerate long operations had fat introduced into her face and then the surgeon sculpted this so that her face looked fuller, younger, and more childlike. It certainly plumped out the wrinkles and the scrawny bits. In fact it was much cheaper, way less invasive, the recovery time was short, and she looks good. She had it done in 2 sessions and each session cost her 2Gs. But I gather that face work is complicated: it depends on how you age (saggy or scrawny/sunken), what your health is like, and how deep your pockets are. My suggestion would be that when you are close to your goal you go visit someone good and discuss your personal situation over with him.

Well, as one who was always anxious to keep control over her own life in oh so many ways, I have always advised women to look after their birthcontrol needs and men to always wear a wellie on their willie. (I have also dished out fiscal advice in much the same spirit.)

I am with BJean! :clap2::clap2::clap2: In fact I have just given her the clap but in a good way!!! from Green, eh, for your wise post.

Couples stop boning each other for many reasons. The reasons which you cite are two of these. But sometimes they stop because of boredom, stress, or unresolved issues which lead to resentment. You are only 19 and so I realise that it may be difficult for you to believe but, trust me, both men and women can grow sexually bored with each other and yet still love each other enough that they have no desire to cheat. Ongoing job, financial and family stresses will also suck the sexual energy out of both men and women, as will the depression that these anxieties may cause. Issues which cause feelings of anger and resentment which are then buried can cause a man to no longer want to bone his wife. I have heard of men who become jealous of the attention that their wives lavish on their new-born children. Of course a jealousy of this kind is difficult to for him to acknowledge because it leaves the man, the father of the kid, looking not so good in both his own eyes and the eyes of his wife, and so he broods about this instead and withholds sex. This is just one example, of course, of how unspoken anger or resentment can lead to sexual dysfunction in a marriage. Even in the very best of marriages couples bone a lot less often later on than they do during the first year or so. This is due to lack of time, lack of privacy (children), exhaustion (children, jobs, etc), and a certain level of familiarity which, yep, does lead to boredom. And sometimes men stop boning because they are having actual physical difficulties. They should seek help by seeing a doctor but you know that men are often too macho to be able to deal with this. Anyhow, AppleSmith (love your name, by the way), I hope my explanation makes some sense to you.

There is a website called the Neighbor From Hell but I don't have the URL anymore. People write in with their stories of obnoxious neighbours and it makes for fascinating reading. It seems that most fights are about unruly children, noisy dogs, and welfare types who sleep all day and party all night. Then there are the types who bring down the property values by building really strange constructions on their property.

I am Canadian and live in Toronto and so I went to one who is here. I did choose one who has a big name and and an excellent reputation. He is one of the surgeons to whom our media go for quotes whenever they are doing articles on cosmetic surgery, and he has also been profiled often. I paid about $25,000 for the work and it still isn't quite finished. Now I am involved in a series of treatments to get rid the rosacea on my cheeks and generally improve the quality of my skin. I went to my first session yesterday. It hurt more than I expected, by the way. I chose my surgeon very, very carefully. This is because your face is out there 24/7 and a grrl doesn't want to live with any mistakes. :omg: None of us want to spend the rest of our years wearing a burqa, eh? :phanvan I was on the operating table for 9 hours and I remained at the clinic overnight. I could have returned for a second night but I wanted to be at home. Because the operation is such a long one the surgeon required that I undertake a number of medical tests beforehand in order to assure that I was healthy enough to handle this. A stress test is one of these and a visit to an eye doc is another. The eye doc gave me a test to see if my eyes were 'wet' enough to withstand an eyelift. Unlike with the op for the lap band, after this surgery you can't immediately leave town. You will require some aftercare. I was operated on a Monday, sent home on Tuesday, and had to make return visits to the clinic Wed, Thurs, Fri, and the following Monday. They want to keep an eye on you and towards the end of the week they begin to remove your stitches and staples. The pain is, I found, seriously bad but I don't handle pain well. Never have. I do believe that you must find an excellent surgeon and really, really trust him. The reason for this is that you will go through a week of looking like a monster, and then a week of looking like a very ugly human. I spent a week looking like Michael Caine, the Brit actor, after he had been badly beaten and this really freaked me out. I figured that if I had to look like a British actor why couldn't it have been Jude Law???? As for my eyes, I looked like I had Down's Syndrome and had been in a car crash. Now, though, I do look great, thanks to the lap band and the face work. Yesterday my pharmacist who is just a kid went nuts over face lift. (I told him when I was cashing in the script for all the heavy narcotics and other exotic meds. ) There are, however, large portions of my face and neck which feel funny (this is because it takes time for the nerves to reconnect) and which will continue to do so for a long time yet and my cheeks and eyes are still somewhat swollen - mostly my cheeks. It used to be that a lot of Americans would cross the border to have cosmetic work done up here. This was when our dollar was really cheap. Now Canada is no longer such a bargain. I hope I have answered all your questions. If you have any more, feel free to ask. Do get yourselves the best face surgeon in the biz, is my one most important piece of advice. :ranger:

I've just had a full face lift: eyes, brow, neck, jaw. My surgeon told me that it is unwise to get one until you are at goal and your weight is stable within 10 lbs +/- max. I had my face lift on Sept 24 and it already looks great!!! I have been getting lots of compliments. Still feels kind of weird though....

In the months immediately post banding I did spend considerable time relearning my food habits and, yes, this did consist of examining prepared foods for their calorie count as well as the nutrition info. I am still in the habit of checking this info while grocery shopping. A lot of what I learned during this time really shocked me. I never became meticulous or obsessive about calorie counting, though. I was simply eating much, much less and I was anxious that the foods I ate were loaded with nutrition and relatively devoid of sat and trans fats. I don't think that a post-banding obsession with calories is necessarily a bad thing. Working with the band is a technique; the band cuts your physical capacity to guzzle but you in turn must learn which foods are calorie-laden and you must also learn which foods are nutritious. As an example: I got into quite a groove of eating avocado with a home-made vinaigrette: an avocado is a fatty veg but it is rich in nutrients and I figured I could handle the calories if I wasn't eating too much more during the day. You say that you have a short attention span, Nina, so enjoy your current obsession with calories, use it in order to learn about 'em, and then you will know this stuff and won't have to obsess about it.

We always got money when we were kids and possibly as a result of this my two brothers and I grew up to be financially responsible adults. On the other hand, and this will sound stupid, I am completely neurotic when it comes to buying personal gifts for people. And our Christmas mornings were kind of sad, a small stack of envelopes under the artificial Xmas tree.... Even the amounts tended to remain the same from year to year.

If any of your colleagues decides to help themselves to your "T" they are going to get quite a surprise! :faint:

Opera is good.

LOL I have a lot of gay friends of both sexes who break those stereotypes but my best friend is a man who is a total pig. I have hosted nature walks in this cat's apartment! He is a great cook. You just don't want to look too closely at the plates and the cutlery is all.