Major Problems Since A New Build Of Firefox....

The past twenty four hours has been a major nightmare for me since I was *told* that I was using an old build of my Firefox (I use that rather than IE for a number of reasons) and said I needed to refresh to the newer build.  BAD< BAD<BAD suggestion for me.  I am pretty sure it was a Beta build (and I did not volunteer to be a tester for those) because OMG!  What a mess it made of my computer!  I mean it cleaned up things it had no business touching and never asked me about, it was just an incredible mess.  I have now lost all my  photos that I had in various folders on my desktop (they weren't even saved as favorites on Firefox so there's no excuse for that!) and ...well, lets just say  that some sites that should have been saved, were not.    It took me a long time to even find where I could email Firefox to find out what the heck happened and if anything could be recovered before more damage was done.  

The fact that I could even get to this site is a major milestone and the reason there was no blog last night.  And what frosts me is that suddenly Google is more than just a site for asking questions or looking for pictures.  It has taken over a lot more things than *I* ever wanted, that's for sure.  If I don't get some answers soon, I may just have to dump my Firefox just because it is no longer the site that I have loved for so long.  I will certainly let you know how this problem goes for me in upcoming posts.

Other than that mess, my dad wasn't too bad.  The Beast hurt his back (again!...just worse this time).  Thankfully, it was after Cee had left but I am convinced that it was partly Karma again.  I asked him (again) to stop burying the coffee measure in the freshly ground coffee that he filled up the cannister with.  He told me that I was stupid because it wasn't buried, it was close to the top.  I told him that HE might have known that but if I can't see the handle, it forces me to dig for it and that is BURIED to me.  I was really  ticked off that he callled me stupid but I bit my tongue because I knew anything further that *I* said would just cause it to escalate into a worse argument than it was worth. 

 In my mind, I said to myself, *Well, there's another example of just how Christian he actually is*.  About 15 minutes later, he twists his back and damn near cripples himself up for the night.  I just said a small *Thank You* to God, if he was gently reminding the Beast of his not-nice way of talking to me.  I know the Beast doesn't even think of how he speaks to me (or about me, trust me, I know that, too)  but I also know he won't see the correlation because he's not the true Christian he wants everyone to think he is.  I'm sure we all know someone like that or have known.  The *Sunday* Christians.   Don't get me wrong.  I have experienced true Christian love from the Beast before he laid claim to that label.  He took care of me when I was ill and recovering from major surgeries.  I cared for my needs and wasn't looking for anything in return from me other than that I got better.  We've done that for each other at different times and I, for one, am grateful, because I truly didn't  expect it from him.  Certainly not in the way he provided it.  I also thanked him for his care of me, more than once.

I have made him some dinner and have gotten the bed set up for his comfort for when he is ready later.  I know that heat will help him and I will just have to move the heating pad from his recliner to his side of the bed once he is ready.    Cee is going to have Christmas Day dinner at Tara's house so she volunteered to make the sweet potato casserole and wanted to check with me to make sure she had gotten all the ingredients she needed.  She tried to find a recipe similar to the one I make (she's seen me make it but couldn't find one with one of the key ingredients I use in mine) so she asked.   I told her what all she needed and in what quanitites and she will do fine, I'm sure.  She has everything she needs (she remembered it all) and it will be another tradition passed along.

I guess I will be stuck here with the Beast (unless his church decides to have some sort of get-together since they don't celebrate ANY birthdays, especially ones they know are incorrect).  Then it will be just me and Baron here.  At least I can watch Christmas movies without any commentaries from the Beast over it having it's roots in a pagan celebration that early Christians used as an excuse so they didn't stick out from those around them.  It's not like it not being the correct date hasn't been known for years and years....sheesh.  Just suck the joy out of sweet family celebration and the joy of giving gifts to those you love.

I'll have to drop by the Princess' house one day during the week to drop off my gifts so the kids will have theirs and I can have the Princess open hers and put it up  (hopefully).  I'm assuming she will like it well enough.  At least I have enjoyed putting it together for her.  

Time to post this before something else goes wrong.  Love you all.  Be good (you don't want to be on the *Naughty List* at this stage of the game...LOL).  ***Hugs***