I'm way too lazy to look up the many times i have complained here that i have been having issues with my stomach and digestion. The lovely doctor of the house, (e:jenks) has confabed with me via email about it a few times and offered suggestions.

I tried a few things here and there, the symptoms went away for a little bit, but they always came back. I was chatting with some friends and they recommended enzymes. Then, i saw a commerical and thought i would get me arse online and look into a few things. The Beano website was eyeopening. Particularly the section on Complex Carbohydrate Intolerance.

Now, it's been 3 whole days and my gut feels better than it has in, well, years. Nothing is perfect and not all the symptoms are gone completely, but it feels liberating to not have cramps 24/7. I feel human...

Hope this doesn't jinx this. It feels so precarious.

On another note, i think the lil grey mousey i saw dash out from under our stove is hiding out in our sofa now. Poor thing nearly scared the piss outta me about an hour ago when it scurried its fuzzy behind up over the top of the sofa and behind some pillows.

Yesterday was the 2 year anniversary of (e:Uncutsaniflush) and i moving to Buffalo. Time flies... yet it feels like we have been here forever (in a good way, not in a 'gee, this feels like a prison sentence' kinda way).

Right now, (e:Uncutsaniflush) is voting. I've never been overly political, but i have always tried to stay somewhat informed and voted. Well, until i moved here. Can't vote here. Not a citizen. I'm just a resident.

I fed ducks yesterday. They insisted. We left them and went to get them some healthy food (wild bird seed). They ate right outta my hand...

One thing i know for sure, is that the word shit sometimes sneaks by on radios. Would that happen here, i asked (e:Uncutsaniflush) ? He said no.

I remember we watching a CityTV film when he was visiting Canada and the word "Mother" was bleeped out, but "Fucker" wasn't.

Sex isn't taboo in Canada. It's not something to be hidden from children. It's something to be learned about, to be taught responsiblity about...

But i still giggled like a school girl when i saw this...





Yeah, ok, i know, the name has got to be Salon Swank. Maybe i should have purchased that tshirt with the finger pointing to someone beside me that said "wanker" on it in the Brit shop down the road?

No... not bragging about my abilities at, well, anything.

We got a rocking chair yesterday, that's all.

Here it is...



And here it is in our space...

The early snow storm a few weeks ago notwithstanding...

Whenever my mom decides to visit us for the weekend, the weather turns bad. It's been a little while, but the last time she was here it was warm and sunny and pleasant for at least a week before she arrived. Then, bam, cooler weather! She doesn't like cold weather. Why she lives in Canada, then, is beyond us, but she does.

So, on behalf of BossMom... sorry for the bad/windy/rainy/cold weather this weekend.

She's supposed to be busy for a while and may not be able to visit before the xmas holidays... so we might be safe for a while!

Thanks (e:Uncutsaniflush) for the help and eye. Thanks, too, of course, to (e:Paul) for all of your help -- adding the bats, your touches here and there... and liking it enough to not change much at all! I almost gave up on it a few times, the non-computer geek that i am!

Should i start on Hanukkah and Christmas themes now?

As i mentioned in (e:LeeTee,232) the end of the era of me having to walk to get a morning paper is over. Sad thing is the beginning of the new era of me just going to the front porch to get the paper is off to a bit of a bumpy start. No paper at 9:15am. So i called. Was on hold for about 5 minutes. Was told a manager would deliver one.

And as i type this, (e:Uncutsaniflush) says the paper has arrived...

I hope i don't have to call the Buffalo News every morning!

I won second second place ("no third place awards here!") at Gay Bingo last night for wearing this..



... and got a bag full of candy and some other fun Halloween toys. Didn't win anything at bingo, though.

My lovely husband, (e:Uncutsaniflush) likes reading the morning newspaper while he drinks his morning coffee.

Back before we were married, he came to visit me in Hamilton from Knoxville and i ordered the morning paper to come while he was there so he could have a paper in the morning.

It was delivered to his, then our, home in Knoxville in the mornings and i would sometimes grab a section take my own coffee and have a cig on the deck and read the funnies.

When we moved to Buffalo, we were bummed out to find that we could not have a morning paper delivered. An afternoon paper, maybe. Back then we were living in the Mayflower on Summer and Linwood, so we thought it might be apartment building related, since a key is needed to operate the elevator there.

Since i smoked, going to the corner of Summer and Main to get a paper every morning was an excuse to have a cigarette.

Back in May of 2005 when we bought this house, we enquired if we could receive a morning paper delivery. Nope. Still no daily morning delivery in our area. For the 'burbs, yes.

We could, however, get a weekly Sunday paper delivery. So, we signed up for that.

I quit smoking since the days when going out in all kinds of weather to get a paper was a thinly veiled excuse for a fag.

Most mornings, i get out there and walk to a store to get a paper. Sometimes, i tell (e:Uncutsaniflush) i just don't feel like doing it, but most often, it was me. Just my way of being sweet to a husband that deserves all kinds of sweetness.

Today was the last day i would go to fetch the morning paper. We hope. Morning deliveries start Monday (yes, we called them to order... i did it a couple of weeks ago!) and we already have Sundays all lined up.

I wonder if i will miss it? Nah... not for a couple of years, at least.

Trees

Here's what the opposite side of our street looks like right now, after the neighbours cleaned out the tree branches from their yard... piles talller than i am!



Squirrels

I wonder how our wild friends fared during the storm. All those birds and squirrels without homes...



Books

Today, i decided to sort through the books in the attic that came with the house....



We found some interesting, old and dusty books.

This one had the oldest copyright



A lot had these dates for copyright



I think some of them were purchased many years later used... they still had the penciled price on the first page.

Others, on the other hand, were definately purchased shortly after they were published.





This book looked unassuming...




Until i saw it was signed by the author



This one facinated me... i love England.





They were very dusty...



.. but now we know what's in there and they are sorted out.