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!