Been having a few issues with my laptop lately which required me to force a hard reboot. When I have Firefox 3 running, something gets wiped out and I have to set up all of my extensions again. Pain in the butt. But I figured out what file is getting wiped out. Tiny litte file called prefs.js. Make sure you back that sucker up in case you have to go through a system crash. It's located in this folder --
C:\Documents and Settings\username\Application Data\Mozilla\Firefox\Profiles\yourprofile.default\
Tonite I came home and decided to finally restack our firewood. Annette's stepfather sells us firewood every year. He brought a pickup load of wood this year for us. He's got a bad heart and I had every intention of unloading it myself but he insisted on helping. I had him fill the metal stack holder while I stacked the rest of the wood next to it. He finished, his face was flush and I could tell he was feeling really winded. So the other day I was cutting the grass in the backyard and noticed that stupid stacker fell over and all of his hardwork was laying across the yard. I realized what happened is the poles had dug into the yard and leaned forward and tipped over. So I put some boards under the feet and restacked the wood. I also cut up all the 2x4's that came out the bedroom project last spring when we tore down the wall between bedrooms 2 and 3 to give Kenzie a bigger bedroom. In a moment when I was rushing one of the boards smacked on the side of head. Still stings. There were all kinds of nails sticking out them, I was lucky one didn't puncture me. I'm such an idiot sometimes.
It's 10:00 pm and I'm starving. I had a late lunch and then came home and got involved with the firewood project. Showered and cooled down and relaxed. Always happens. I had some bran granola cereal this morning and man did I pay today for it. I had to go outside and one point and just out gas for a good 15 minutes. Geez, what do they put in that stuff anyway?!
Talked to my sister today. Since mom is doing much better we are now reconsidering having her move into a senior apartment instead of assisted living. It's such a struggle to remind mom to exercise her legs, to encourage her to socialize with people, just to enjoy life. If we could get her to improve in those areas she'd be fine for a long time I think. She just winds herself down into such a funk that it's so hard to pull her out of. I tell her over and over about the importance of getting out the house, walking, talking, moving around. She just wants to be left alone in her hobbit hole. There are times when I just don't want to think about it anymore and then I feel bad for not caring. Mein Kampf indeed...