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Our next door neighbour is the neighbourhood drunk and crazy man. He drilled holes in two of my husband's tires and because we didn't actually see him doing it we can't charge him. The truck had to be towed, tires and rims replaced and my husband missed two days of work, one of them a Sunday when he would have made double time. This cost us a lot of money. The guy has also threatened to kill my tenant's aged cat, has called her a sack of shit and other insults, and verbally abused my sweet little Greek neighbour when she was working on my side of our shared front garden. He has also caused us to spend close to five thousand on a security system including video cameras. And he has noisy dogs which he uses to good effect by bringing them outside and encouraging them to bark at us whenever we are outside trying to enjoy our property. He truly is the Neighbour From Hell!!!!

Haha Funny post. :bounce:

I think that for women our age 150 is the new 130. I weigh 149 lbs and I now have stringy upper arms and thighs. I love your new avatar, IndioGrrl!

All my fat was around my middle. I gained it just like my mum. I looked like a spider with an egg sac. :cool: My arms and legs and hands and feet were always pretty boney. But, now that I have lost all this weight my thighs and upper arms - places which were never BIG - have all got this weird old lady skin, that really stringy, fragile-looking, tissue-y type of skin, and I have to have my rings resized. Getting my favourite ring resized is going to cost me far too much cash, a bunch of the stones are pave. All of this makes me want to eat, doncha know. Ergh!:help: And my facelift still feels weird and I have got a cold. blehhhhhhhhhhhh! I don't think that I am emotionally ready to toss my favourite fatty-pants clothes yet. They are made out of linen. This is my fave fabric.

Very, very cool! Congratulations from me.

LMFAO and peeing my pants!!!! hahahaha

In general I tend to avoid correcting others' mistakes unless the individual has made a point of asking me for editing and instruction. If I find myself unable to decypher what someone has said or written I will begin to probe for further information but will attempt to avoid critiquing their work unless, as I have already said, this has been asked of me. To tell you the truth, I believe that when we all enter into an open forum, one such as LBT, we are ideally engaging in what might be the most arguably populist experience imagined by mankind. We are all anonymous, we are all colours, all ages, all levels of education, both sexes and all sexual orientations, all levels of experience, all political stripes, all nationalities, and thanks to this technology we all have a voice. I believe that it is possible to run people off this or other sites by critiquing their level of competency in English and this is nothing more than bullying. I will also say that I make a practice of not correcting people in my real life although I am presented with many opportunities. (You see, my French is pretty damn good and I was gifted at German as well.) I don't like to correct people because I believe that this is elitist and also because I think that this certainly chokes off the flow of communication, and that is always a loss for all of us, don't you think? By the way, I have my own weird little blog and I have a friend who routinely calls me up on my own spelling mistakes. This doesn't bother me. I expect to be corrected by him.

Haha. DIY dentistry, eh? Thanks for posting this article, Gadget. It does strike me that whenever there is a two-tier health system - that is to say, a public and a private tier - if there are gross inequities in the pay scale and in the working conditions the professionals will naturally be inclined to drop out of the public sector. (This is why both the Government of Canada and various provinces are arguing about private proposals from business consortiums to set up shop north of the border.) I know nothing about the way the British health care system is run apart from the fact that there is a two-tier system in place. I can say that medical or dental training is rigorous and those who complete their studies should earn both respect and a good living. As you already know, in Canada doctors are paid on a per patient per job basis. This recognises the both the time and the complexity of the doctor's work. Now, if the British Health Care system has their medical and dental professionals working on a strictly salaried basis, it should come as no surprise that their professionals are choosing to abandon the system in order to set up private shop. I certainly would, wouldn't you? This same report mentions that there is also teeth grief in America as well. Many Americans do not have the kind of extended health care which covers dental work, many other Americans live in areas which are simply not serviced by a dentist, and still many American dentists will not accept those patients who have welfare coverage. Well, first of all, let me tell you that up here in Canada dental work is not covered by our universal health care programme. The state of one's smile is not considered crucial to one's health, and if it comes down to eating baby food, well, that's too bad for you. Dental work, physiotherapy, psychotherapy from anyone other than a M.D., glasses, semi-private rooms, hearing aids, and drugs all fall into the realm of extended health benefits. These are viewed as frills and either you yourself will pay, or, if you are lucky because you have hitched your star to a fine employer, your benefits package will cover everything except for the co-pay. I am very lucky; my expensive arse is well-covered. Now, let us return to the problem in Great Britain and the other one, the one of certain American dentists choosing to reject certain kinds of dental coverage. I find myself thinking of the fine legal tradition which you have established in the U.S., that of pro bono work, and I cannot wonder why this is not imported into other professional areas. I am aware that this would be in the case of Great Britain somewhat in the nature of a stop gap. It sounds like there is a lot of work to be done there. At the same time, remember that it is those people who are unhappy who will take the trouble to complain. In general we don't tend to hear from the satisfied folks. This even holds true on LBT. And, by the way, I am always pleased to be engaged in these discussions. I live in a cold climate and I am retired. This means Bad Biz can happen when it comes to the Refrigerator.........and Green's jaws.:hungry:

Although my written English skills are just fine I am far too fond of using the word f88k when I speak. I am so fond of this word that I will use it as a noun, verb, adverb and adjective - all in one sentence. I like to blame this on my years of working with men but my mum has often told me that I always did have the mouth of a truck driver. :heh: As for words which others overuse, the word awesome always makes me vomit a little inside my mouth. This must be the most overused word on LBT. :phanvan

You have my sympathy. I have an entire collection of pants which I bought while I have been losing weight that are in a variety of sizes. I found the shirt/sweater thing easier to deal with as I do like wearing baggy tops but the pant thing has been a real problem for me - especially because I am kinda picky and once I find something which I like I find it difficult to get rid of it even if I can't wear it anymore. :tired This is stupid on my part. :help: Anyhow, it does seem like I am spending a lot of money on clothing since I got the band. :straight And then I have to deal with all those complicated post-shopping feelings. :phanvan

I am on a raft of antidepressants as well as a couple of other things and because of this I have my blood work done frequently. My blood work has shown anomalies which led to my kidneys being ultrasounded which led to my liver being ultrasounded.... Everything turned out to be okay. Another time an anomaly led to a visit to a blood specialist at Mount Sinaii and again everything turned out to be okay. I have also had two colonoscopies, a few mammogrammes and two bone density scans along with countless X-rays, most of these for my lungs. (I am prone to getting bronchitis whenever I get a cold.) Most of these medical dramas of mine began after I turned 55. They are right when they say that growing old ain't for sissies.

That's too funny! I never wear a bra around the house, either. I find them very uncomfortable. That is why I am glad that my jugs ain't all that big.

Yep, that is a pretty accurate view of Green in her underwear. LOL I looked like I belonged in the Epcot Centre, charming and terrifying kiddywinks and their parents.

BJean, you must stun the in-laws with your superior intellect. It worked for me. My maw-in-law is German and she is in the way of being a Jew-groupy. This is because she loves smart people and she figures that Jews have an edge. Of course her beliefs are really only reverse racism and thus utterly offensive but the wily and opportunistic Green feels no guilt about exploiting them. I have had troubles with some of my husband's anti-Semitic German in-laws and those tales would take a long time to tell. In-laws sure are difficult. I used to dream of finding a deaf-mute orphan to love............ But I am lucky with my mate and I now have a reputation of being creative and high-strung. This means that I can opt out whenever I am not in the mood. Yippee!:whoo:

Hah! Knowing my mum, this is very likely. She was a practical grrl.

I am having trouble with my fatty chick clothes. This would be because they are linen. The other crap I have, more or less, junked although I was wearing a fave pair of size 16 cotton pants and they actually fell off me mid-stride. I left 'em on the floor and stalked about in my underpants and my swollen and scabby and bruised face. I am glad I was alone at the time. The experience could have been weird for any watcher. I was kind of flabberghasted when the size 16 pants fell off me. I had bought 'em some years ago and was thrilled that I could actually fit into them. Then there came a day when I couldn't because they were too petite. And now they are not. This is oh so weird to deal with and of course I keep figuring that I will go to bed my current small size and will wake up my old size. My panic over this is aggravated by the fact that I am currently unfilled. To tell you the truth, I really don't have any clear notion as to what size I am or how I look to others. I did spend many months go over to fat grrls department in my favourite shops only to find myself chased away by the saleshelp. "But, but, I like my clothes baggy, eh," I would say. This weight loss biz is obviously very, very complicated. And to top things off, I got old lady skin on my thighs and upper arms and they weren't that fat! Most of my weight went onto my torso and so I looked like a spider, big in the body but normal in the arms and legs. So where did the funny skin come from???? Oh, ergh! And, even though I have always had boney hands and feet I now have to get my rings resized! This is F------g weird. (I think Green is having a melt-down.)

The information contained in the article which Laurend has provided indicates exactly that: that women who are going to have abortions will have them no matter what. While I am entirely pro-choice I think that it might be useful to examine the situation of those women who live in poor countries and who have no access to legal abortion or contraceptive techniques. We have all seen newscasts shot in these terrible regions of the world, the ones beset by grinding poverty, civil war, ill-health, famine, over-crowded refugee camps, and despair. Moreover, AIDS is endemic in heterosexual Africa. When a woman who lives under conditions of grinding poverty and gross societal dysfunction finds herself pregnant she finds herself in deep trouble. She likely already has a number of starving children whom she is trying to look after. She herself is likely already badly malnourished at the very least, and she is probably sick. Carrying on with her pregnancy would further disable this woman and might possibly result in the deaths of both her and her new baby. The family which she already has will then be left without their mother, her love, and her protection. This in turn diminishes their chance of survival. It seems logical to me that these women are going to risk abortions if that is what it takes for her to save herself and the kids which she already has. Now let us speculate about the role of abortions in an area which is a little more arcane. As you know, in many Muslim cultures there is this cult of honour killing. This means that if a female member of the family has been raped - something which obviously not her fault - one of the male members of her family must kill her in order to get the honour of family back. I should tell you that we have had a few of these killings in Canada. I will also tell you that we had in Toronto a plastic surgeon, now retired, who specialised in rebuilding the hymen. Most of his work came from wealthy girls from the middle and far east. Undoubtedly some of his patients had had abortions. It is my feeling that you folk who are absolutist in your stand against abortion and who elect to maintain this intransigent stand either through your religious adherence or because of your simple love for kids, are certainly fine people in oh so many ways but you are choosing to avoid the realities of this issue. For these poor women described above the chances of survival are grim. Add in a sudden pregnancy and she and her family are looking at disaster city. And as for the Toronto plastic surgeon who made a living rebuilding virginity (I met him by the way - he reminded me a lot of House) this dude was saving these kids from honour killings. You must also remember that for some of you it is the absolute belief in your religion which permits you to access the smug sense of absolute moral superiority. I am inclined to think that this business of making moral or ethical decisions is a lot more blurred and it can at times be quite bloody. It certainly ain't as easy as mathematics. With respect of this business of abortion statistics in the third world, well, there is a whole wealth of tragedy behind those statistics, is there not? And it is highly unlikely that the pro-life gang is going to swoop on in and make things right. And if this true, and Green figures that it is, this would indicate that the anti-abortion movement does carry with it a certain stench of eliticism, and racism, nicht war? These third world women are women who are engaged in survival on the most basic level. When asking them to do the moral arithmatic of possibly saving one foetus as balanced against the continued survival of the rest of their badly wounded families this kind of logic isn't going to mean much. I am aware that you, Gadget, have posted material which challenges the findings of the study posted by Laurend. This is interesting but largely irrelevant to me because yours is a complaint which challenges the validity of the numbers cited in Laurend's material. Numbers aside, I have already found myself engaged in the question of the problems which unwanted fertility can import to those women who are currently living on the cusp, in that uneasy zone between basic survival and possible oblivion.......

My maw-in-law, a woman with a superb body, has always over many years now made a point of reminding me that I am fat. She can be very rude. Sometimes I repay the favour by reminding her that I am intelligent (she worships brains); this way it works out about even. But lately the balance is shifting. I have lost a lot of weight thanks to the band and I have just had a face lift. It will be interesting to see how she deals with this. :cool:

Send her a photo of Angelina Jolie and tell her that it is a photo of you thanks to the brilliant Mexican surgeons and their feelthy drugs. She sounds loony enough to believe it.

Man, that's a lot of work! You deserve your husband's undying devotion. :cool:

My little mum didn't have her 3 children until she was in her 30s. I was the smallest, clocking in at 9.25 lbs. :omg: When she was long past menopause she had a prolapsed uterus and had to have this surgically repaired. For months after this operation everytime she sneezed she had an orgasm! She sure was a happy lady. :whoo: lol :biggrin1:

All doctore are not equal. In my case I shopped around for quite awhile for a family doc. I finally found a good one. When I had problems with the 1st shrink she found for me she found me a replacement. Universal health care in Canada doesn't mean that you must go to doctors whom you don't like and who treat you with a lack of respect. I do suspect that the quality of your personal health care is as good as your family doctor is. If your family doctor will listen to you, is interested in your well-being, and is inclined to send you for tests if she views anything out of the normal, then you are in the hands of a good doctor. Some family doctors do tend to give their patients the brush-off.

Sounds like you are too tight. This is not a good thing.

I am hoping that because I never had children I will never have incontinency problems. I have heard that pregnancy does a real number on your bladder, etc.

Yep, I do, too. I really suffer in the heat.