I use Firefox as my browser and therein lies the problem, it seems. I may have to reload it in order for my blog site to download the publish page. Right now, I have to Google my site via IE so that I can publish a new blog.
I don't really want to go and get rid of Firefox before I re-download it because I have just started getting my bookmarks back in the new folders. I wonder if I can just drag and drop my folders in my bookmark section? That would be so much easier than emailing them all to myself. But I will do whatever needs doing to get this working right.
I like Firefox much better than IE. You would have to try it out for yourself to see what I mean. I keep both on my computer and I probably should download Chrome, too. Just to be safe since many applications that originate with Google work better on Chrome.
The Beast really is feeling ill. Nothing that you can point a finger at but he has no energy and can't seem to get going to get anything done. He needs to mow the lawns, for instance. That isn't getting done. I watched him *run* Baron around the circle yesterday. *I* could have run faster than the Beast was driving the scooter. I asked him, *What the hell is the reason for going so slow? That sure doesn't give Baron much exercise.* His answer? Oh, Baron wanted to play more than run!
Of course he did. If he's not being challenged, he'll just putz around and go this way or that on the various lawns. Sheesh!
The Beast went to Walgreen's and to Walmart to pick up a few things that he hopes helps us both get going. I admit that I am not doing all that great, either. But he got himself some cod liver oil capsules, some of the geriatric liquid (you know what I mean...it tastes awful!) and a shit load of fruits that he means to make smoothies out of. I checked and none of them except the oranges are ready to eat. The peaches, pears and even the bananas are not ready to be used in that! But you can't tell him anything. He will do what he wants. I just don't have to drink it because he bought me some special liquid drink for diabetics. I've had it before and it's not bad.
Mustachio is venturing into the dating world tomorrow. Yeah, the gal that cleans his apartment and does his laundry is going out with him to the gambling boat. She's been there before with a former boyfriend. Mustachio has never been there. He's nervous, of course, partly because of the age difference. I told him, *Once you are past 25, age difference means nothing.* I pointed out that his aunt, Cee, and her hubby are around 18 years or more apart. They have been together now for around 25 years, maybe more. I really haven't kept track of it.
But it made him relax a bit. I told him to just go and have some fun. He deserves it. He's worked hard. He plans on giving her $100 to gamble with and he hopes she wins some games and makes some money. That's always fun. He'll tell me all about it in a day or two. We laughed over that because it's true! I'm not just his mother, I'm also a friend. We pretty much talk about everything.
I need to get to bed now. It's late and I'm beat. Love you all. Have a great Sunday. **Wink**
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