What the...?!

I'd heard of this band, Cage the Elephant, before.  They are from my area of Kentucky, Bowling Green.  I've never actually heard their music though.  I stay up at night just to watch the Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson.  I love that man.  I usually watch David Letterman too because let's face it Conan O'Brien is annoying.  Anyway... I saw that Cage the Elephant was going to be on Letterman last Thursday night.  I was thinking this would be cool.  Hometown guys on Letterman!  Woo hooo..... well, um... yea.

I really liked the song they played, but I could only take passing glances at the screen.  Why oh why is it that the only people from Kentucky featured on anything always seems to act stupidly or say something absolutely crazy.  Like that singing kuntry boy that catches chikkuns fer a livin' on America's Got Talent.  The singer was flailing around on the stage all crazy.  I began to wonder if he was seriously high or just doing a Mick Jagger impression.  After I searched for the video, because you guys HAVE GOT to see this, I found out that this song is a hit single in the UK.  Maybe he was doing his version of Mick Jagger....

Friday, Firefox, & Furniture

It's Friday!  Friday!  Friday!  And it's the last day of July.  We are already starting on the down swing of the year.  Can you believe it? 

I'm feeling not so alone anymore when it comes to the issues I've been having with Ye Olde Desktop.  I did what everyone does when they want to know about something.  I Googled it.  I found by doing a search on "a script on this page has stopped due to low memory" brings up quite a few results of other people asking the same question.  What does this all mean? 

Since discovering Mozilla Firefox I've been a huge fan and an avid advertiser.  I love it. I've never cared much for Internet Explorer.  It was always too slow to load for my tastes and you can do such cool stuff with Firefox.  I didn't notice that when I upgraded to the latest version of Firefox that I started getting that "script stoppage, low memory"  message.  I didn't even make any sort of connection there.  Until... I did that search.  Nearly all the results indicated that it may indeed be a glitch with the new version 3.5.1.  I read several results that indicated that it's not a memory issue.  One person said that they had 2GB of memory on their computer and they were receiving this message too.  It's not listed under their known issues on the download page, but since it seems rather a new thing, I'm sure they will able to address it soon enough.  I'm still a huge fan on Firefox and I won't be going back to the old IE anytime soon. 

There is still an issue with the amount of memory storage available on my system though.  I hadn't really paid that much attention to the exact amount available until all this started happening.  I've deleted stuff here and there and moved things before, but never knew the exact amount of kilobytes or gigabytes.  I did a little more researching... maybe I should try to find a job just doing research.... anyway, I started digging around.  Ye Olde Desktop only has 256MB of RAM, which I had to look up too just so I would know what exactly it was.  Holy crow... 256MB?!  The external hard drive that Chris bought me for Mother's Day houses 260GB of memory.  Just for reference - 1 MB = 1 million bytes and 1 GB = 1 billion bytes.  That's a huge difference.  I was very excited to see that I can add 3 more slots of memory with a maximum of 4GB to the computer!  One GB of memory is on average about $60.  That's not too bad considering I thought I was going to have to have the whole system rebooted professionally, not like I did it where half the crap was still on there. 

We're going to attempt to make this the final weekend of my Mom's move to her new apartment.  She's already been staying there at night, but there are still a few things at the old house that she needs to get moved.  I'll be glad when she can get completely settled in and not have to worry or have the burden of the other place on her anymore.  I can't say that I'll be disappointed if Chris has to work on Saturday though.  It just means we'll have to work twice as hard on Sunday, but overtime is always a good thing.  I very much need to find a job.  I'm tending toward part time for now because I still want to be able to be home for the kids when they get off the bus or at least be home directly afterward.

No big plans for this weekend to talk about, but I'm sure something interesting is bound to happen eventually!


I'm not entirely sold on this choice of backgrounds. Thanks to those who left comments leaving their opinions. In fact, I don't really like the purple flowers at all. I don't think that it speaks to me or about me, but it'll do for now. Until I can find one that is more appropriate. So be on the lookout for it to change again soon...

Today is a day that I have run out of blogging material. I long to be a blogger like Cam or cjane, but I just can't find the words as they can. Some days there just isn't anything to say. I think my main problem is that I'm a pessimist. I'm not nearly as happy as some of these bloggers are. I just can't always be looking on the bright side. Most of the time, my irritation or anger gets the best of me. *See various previous posts... Like right now I see someone's dog trotting down the road. I immediately assume that their dog will be taking a crap in my yard. This irritates me because 1) I like to walk around in my yard barefoot, 2) I know it's not MY dogs' crap because 3) we have our dog tethered to a chain. Why chain you ask? Because of the breed of dog he is. If we were to allow our dog to roam the free country as EVERYONE ELSE DOES, someone would shoot our dog. It's just the way of the people of the country. If he were a poodle, no one would notice him.

One thing that does both me though is visitors who do not comment. I have many visitors to the blog everyday, but only one or two people will leave comments. I always try to make a point to leave a comment when I visit or read someones personal blog. I don't always do it, but I make the effort to at least say something here or there. I'm going to make a conscious effort to start leaving more comments than I normally do. I mean, we all blog to be heard. If we didn't want others opinions we would just write in our journals at home, right? I do use Google Reader, but I will also visit blogs directly just to leave a few words.

And while I'm showing some irritation...

I was reading a blog post the other day from Organic Meatbag (he's hilarious!) and I found myself saying things like, "Yeah!" and **"I know!!". So I'm going to continue with my own ranting here. Why do a million people friend you on Facebook, then never speak a word to you? He wrote that he had just cleaned out the "friends" on his Facebook. I've been thinking about doing this to my own "friends" ever since. I don't understand why after 12 years you want to be my "friend" when you didn't speak two words to me in high school and even less than that since then. I am guilty myself of sending a few tactical shotguns via Mafia Wars and pigs through FarmTown, but I only send them to those who are already playing those games. After reading his post, I did realize how annoying those, "I've reached this level before you" posts are and so I'm making the executive decision to stop doing that. So I will apologize in advance if you do not make the Facebook cut. Those who follow the blog via the Networked Blogs app will, of course, remain on "the list". You took the time to clicky the little button so I'll keep you, but would it hurt to say a little sumin' sumin' every now and again? Maybe leave a COMMENT or two? I'm just saying....

**I've found myself saying this "I know!" phrase more and more frequently. I blame Craig Ferguson.

It's Not Just My Memory That's Going!

I got the call!  Well, actually I didn't get the call.  I was impatient as always and called the school myself.  The secretary answered and told me that indeed a change had been made in Kaia's teacher.  She is so very excited about the new choice of teacher she received!  I can finally relax about the whole thing now.

Moving on...

I've been having issues with my computer for a while now.  I'm sure reading back on the posts in this blog with offer up a plethora of info about what a pain in the rear it has been.  Constantly telling me that the "virtual memory is too low" and that it is "increasing the size of the paging file" or something like this.  I bought the tower about 4 years ago.  I've been getting this message for a couple of years now.  I have no idea what virtual memory is.  I'm not that computer savvy.  I've deleted programs.  I've removed files.  For Mother's Day, Chris purchased an external hard drive so I could move all of my photos, music, and documents off of the computer.  I did this, but it still wasn't helping.  Recently I've been getting an annoying pop-up while online saying that "a script has been stopped due to low memory".  I'd had it.  I was fed up.  I made the executive decision to do a system recovery and revert the computer back to it's original state.  I will admit I was scared to death that this was going to royally screw up my computer, but I was willing to take the risk.

Things went swimmingly.  It rebooted in about 20 minutes and I started out fresh.  I went through removed programs I do not use.  Deleted documents I did not need.  Did a disk clean up.  Did the disk defragmenter.  All was well for the first day.  The second day, however, I started getting the annoying pop-up again.  Only when (don't laugh at me) I was trying to play FarmTown on Facebook.  Then Monday night while my husband was trying to do his picks for his fantasy football team, it kept happening to him too.  Then yesterday afternoon, I got the "Virtual memory is too low.  Windows is increasing the size of the paging file" message.  What is going on here?!  I am going to have to go out and buy extra memory I suppose, but where do I go?  I mean I know where to go, but I mean... who's got the best deal?  What is the right manufacturer?  What in the world am I doing??  Is it going to cost me more to buy memory or just buy a new stinkin' computer?  Ahhhh.... someone save me please!!

Summer... poof! Gone.

I'm still trying to figure out where this summer went.  I feel like it has barely begun and now it's already over.  Schools are staring back all over the place.  Mine go back next week.  I'm still hoping to get through to the principal of the kids school so I can negotiate a change in Kaia's teacher.  I'm just not comfortable with the current choice of teacher.  I want to get the change made before school starts.  I should have put in a request at the end of last year, but I did not.

It's hard to believe that the kids will be in the 3rd and 4th grades this year.  They are growing up so quickly.  I just want to tell them to slow down!  Stop growing up so fast.  I want to make the most of everything, but it's just going so fast.  I can't keep up.  In just 2 more years, Neil will be in middle school.  Middle school!   

School supplies are ready.  Now that reminds me.  Why won't schools allow "Trapper Keeper" type things anymore?  It specifically says on the school supply list, "No Trapper Keepers".  Why?  I loved mine when I was a kid.  You could put all of your stuff in it.  In one place.  Easy storage and retrieval.  Now they aren't allowed to use them.  Is it because you think I may have a bomb in it?  I mean really.  Now it's a binder, plus a spiral notebook, plus a pencil box, plus this, plus that.... All that crap to lose...err I mean keep up with.   Now if they had a "Trapper Keeper" it would all be in one place!

And when did it become a requirement to provide the school with paper towels, tissues, antibacterial hand solutions, and all that jazz?  I obviously don't want the teachers to have to pay for these items either.  What happened to good old soap?  Brown, scratchy paper towels to dry your hands with?   Wiping down desks with bleach?  Wiping your nose with your sleeve? Not really on the last one... Has school funding sunk so low that the state can not provide these things for the schools?  I'll answer my own question there with... probably.
I don't remember myself or my classmates being nearly as sick as the kids are today.  Back to the basics people!  Back to the basics.

P.S.  I think this also means that it's about time to change the background on the blog....  

A Birthday Weekend

Happy Monday!  It is Monday, right?  So starts another week...

The kids start school next Thursday.  Just a little over a week left of what seems like the shortest summer vacation ever.  I've purchased all of their school supplies and I thought I was doing it earlier than I normally do, but realized with a quick glance at the calendar that indeed I have procrastinated like I usually do.  This week is school clothes and shoes.  Which is always a fun treat...

Not too much going on around here today.  I'm just waiting for a phone call (fingers crossed) letting me know that Kaia has been moved to a different classroom.  Please oh please call soon so I can stop worrying!  And speaking of Kaia!  I'll leave you today with a few photos from the cookout on Saturday and the journey to Nashville on Sunday.

Kaia explaining something to her Grandma.

Rubi taking a picture of someone taking a picture of her.

I'm telling some kind of story here...  and apparently it has to do with my fingers...

Chris the Grill Master.

Random snapshot.

Little Miss Eden and myself.

Hi.  Picture by Kaia.

Her special Red Velvet cupcake with pink & green sprinkles.


Only child I know EXCITED by toothbrushes.  I think it was Snoopy that did it!

Pinata time.

Running to Dad so he would hold her candy for her.

Pockets stuffed, until there is no room left, with candy.
Neil & Kaia waiting in line to be seated at the Rainforest Cafe.
Neil & Chris 
We girls didn't want to take a serious picture....
After eating...a photo op. 
A trip to Build-A-Bear Workshop yielded a Hello Kitty named "Cutie Pie". 
 She really loves her Hello Kitty.

Thus ended our weekend adventures. Leaving the Build-A-Bear store, Kaia said, "You know what Mom? This was the best birthday E-V-E-R!"

Eight Short Years

Today we are celebrating my little girl's 8th birthday!  Holy crow... she's eight already!!  We're having a nice old fashioned southern cook-out in the hopes that we will have great memories.  Burgers and hot dogs on the grill. Horseshoes and baseball.  Kids running through the grass barefoot chasing lightening bugs.  I can't wait!

So happy birthday my sweet cheeks (she hates that...)!  Such a grown little lady of 8 years!

Hanging On Tight

I just can't seem to let this go.  Maybe because that's my personality. 

I'm continuing on in a fashion of sorts on the "letter" I posted on Wednesday.  I know that I was complaining about The Lady judging others.  In essence that is exactly what I am doing, judging her.  I know this isn't the right thing to do either, but one of my pet peeves is people who are "know-it-alls".  The type who can't help but speak condescendingly to everyone.  The type who can't help but tell you how your way of thinking is wrong and theirs is right.  You know the type who have that same sandwich, but their sandwich is better than your sandwich because theirs in bigger and has more veggies and of course, they can't wait to tell you how you should order yours more like theirs so yours can be as good as theirs are.  Even when you didn't ask for their sandwich.

There will always be debating.  Rarely do people agree on everything.  There are just some subjects that should be avoided.  Abortion.  Religion.  How you live YOUR life.  In my opinion, these are issues that rarely end in a good conversation.  More likely, a good argument.  Another subject of recent debate, grief.  How long should one grieve the loss of a loved one?  Should there be a time limit?  Should there be a standard of practice on how to actually do the grieving?  I read an absolute wonderful post, recommended by Cam, made by Mel on her blog.  So many insightful things she said.  So many different ways and so many different things that will make us remember our losses.  Even when the losses may not have been personally "attached" to us.

Everyone has a different way of grieving.  Everyone reacts differently to situations.  The amount of time we take to grieve our losses is subjective.  It's like Mel said in her blog... if we are only allowed a certain amount of time to grieve as deemed appropriate by others, namely the "know-it-alls", then why do we celebrate holidays such as Memorial Day, Patriot Day, Remembrance Day, or even Halloween?  Aren't those days we celebrate, remember, and grieve our losses?  This month of July 2009 has been the deadliest month for U.S. troops in Afghanistan.  Are you going to tell their families in 5 years that it's time for them to move on?  Why erect memorials in honor of great wars or great people if after only a few years have past?  I mean do we need to tear down the monuments in honor of people because it's been "long enough" in your eyes?   

Telling anyone that the time to move past their loss is upon them just days before the anniversary of that loss is, frankly, cruel and a selfish attempt to force your opinion on someone.  We mark these days with celebrations, moments, thoughts, and tears so that all other days may be devoted to LIFE.  Our lives.  The lives we live everyday.  Knowing each and everyday that this person or that person is no longer with us so we should value the time we get to spend with those closest to us today.  And believe me, Cam lives her life.  Fully.

So on this day, the day after what I have come to celebrate, remember, value, and call Brooklyn's Day, I am closing the Book of Brooklyn.  Carefully placing a 5 year old ribbon on the page to mark this place until next year when once again I will open that book.  Read her recipe for L-I-V-I-N....

I have another book I have to open tomorrow.  An ancient nearly 8 year old Book of Kaia Papaya.

I ask the "know-it-alls", well the "know-it-all"... Should there be a time limit to the amount of time we celebrate births?  As there seem to be limits on the time we grieve?  I mean essentially we have a party every year to celebrate getting one year closer to death.

A Moment...

Happy birthday dear Brooklyn!

The Greatest

This week I probably won't be the greatest of all bloggers.  I guess I'm never really the greatest, but I'm going to be busy this week cleaning up the house for Kaia's birthday party on Saturday and doing a bit of helping out my Mom getting her stuff put away at her new apartment. 

I'm a little lax on keeping up with the house work.  I've never been what some consider themselves to be, a domestic diva.  I'm more outdoorsy, less domestic cleaning.  The dishes are my all time most hated domestic chore.  Even though we have a dishwasher, I'd rather scrub toilets.  With these kids, it's always a chore.  They have selective hearing, I suppose because no matter how many times we say don't leave your stuff in the livingroom, they leave their stuff in the livingroom.  Random socks, books, cards, etc. I'll be scrubbing, buffing, cleaning, dusting, vacuuming, and all that jazz on the majority of the house.  BUT... I refuse to clean my children's rooms for them.  I clean every other room.  Not to mention, I do all the laundry.  The least they can do is pick up their rooms, I say.  So most likely, during the cookout on Saturday, their bedroom doors will be closed and remain closed until the very last guest has left.  I might go pick up some of that biohazard tape.... you know, just to be on the safe side.

So it's a new week?

It is Monday yet again.  How do these weekends go so fast?  I have a horrible headache.  I can't find my ibuprofen.  I know it's from lack of caffine today.  I'm in the throws of an attempt to stop drinking sodas.  I am sure this is a futile attempt at best, but I've got to do something.  I'm practically wearing an innertube at all times.  I know it's from lack of exercise as well as the sodas, but first things first.  I don't want to push myself to hard here.  Out with the 160 calorie a can sodas.  They aren't any good for me to begin with.  Don't try to fool me into believing that Diet Dr. Pepper tastes more like regular Dr. Pepper either because I know that's not true.  It tastes like Diet Dr. Pepper.  So that's that.

Nothing very interesting happened this weekend.  We helped my mom get some of her heavier items moved into her new apartment.  She still has alot to move, but we'll get it all done.

We're trying to get everything together to have a potluck/cookout on Saturday for Kaia's 8th birthday.  Is it wrong of me to say, "Hey, we're providing the burgers, hotdogs, and drinks.  Can you bring a dish or chips or dips or veggies?" Be honest here.  We're just ballin' on a budget around here, like most people these days, and we want everyone to have a good time and no one to be hungry.  Every year we've ever had a party for the kids, I freak out and get all stressed out.  I never enjoy myself.  I'm too busy running here or there.  I'm determined that I will enjoy myself this year!  I mean... my baby is turning 8 years old!  It's bad enough that in just a couple of months my son will turn 10.  I'm just trying to get through this birthday.  Eight years... wow!  I can't believe it's been that long.  So many things have changed in those few, short years...  Ohhh... I've got to stop now or I'll have myself crying.

Just have a good Monday everybody!

Neil of the Jungle

So named by his Auntie Cam.  While having a girls' day trip to Savannah last week, Neil got into a fight with the only Georgia pine tree in the LaBelle's backyard.  I had called Chris to let him know that we were on our way home.  He sheepishly informed me that I needed to call the dentists' office as soon as we returned home.  "Why do I need to call Dr. Clark?", I asked.  He then gave me an elaborate story about the kids were playing with Luke Skywalker, Dyl's dog, in the back yard and Neil, instead of running forward, was running backward and only turned around in time to connect his face to the tree.  Chipped two teeth, he said.  He did forget to mention the huge swollen eye and banged up knee.

 This is the next morning.
Today after his trip to the dentist.  
The dentist actually pointed out that he chipped 3 teeth, but one was so small I hadn't even noticed.  If no one had been injured on our vacation, then I don't think it would have been a normal vacation.  He has to go back in 6 weeks to have a "pulp test" done to make sure that he didn't "kill" the tooth.  He hasn't been in any pain at all since it happened so we are hoping that it will be ok.  Fingers are crossed.

Random Thoughts

"There is no reason to assume that the universe has the slightest interest in intelligence—or even in life. Both may be random accidental by-products of its operations like the beautiful patterns on a butterfly's wings. The insect would fly just as well without them."
— Arthur C. Clarke, The Lost Worlds of 2001, 1972

Weird-y Wednesday

I’m thinking that you might be bored with all the lovey dovey vacation photos.  I noticed while snapping photos and having my photo snapped on vacation that you have to take the good with the bad.  Sometimes the results of the bad are sweeter than the good ones.  I will probably never hear the end of posting these photos, but there were so many hilarious, what the heck?, when did you take that? photos that I couldn’t resist sharing them.  The captions are not true to form on what was really going on in some of these.  Feel free to leave comments with your own caption ideas.  Maybe it will help this Wednesday go by quicker!

This is why you should always look at who is taking your picture.  Oh yea… talking while walking & not paying attention to the girl with the camera aimed at you.
  Smile & Be Happy
I just couldn't stop smiling.
Of course you can take a profile picture!  Wait, let me attempt to stop laughing first.
Throwin' up the deuces...  :0)
Peace out, G-homey.

I was asking Kaia why she was standing so close to us. Wait… what?
Sitting around talking
I see you peeking at me…
Heading out for a walk. To the left, to the left, to the right, to the right…  now slide… or dance a jig.
Taking a walk around the neighborhood.
Bergen attempts to sleepwalk.
I don't like bridges over water.  I wasn't actually crying... yet.
For real, the bridge was huge.
45 minutes to the beach = funny faces
Collagen-less Cam lips.
St. Simon's
This is the “I AM smiling!  Now where is the bathroom?” look.
St. Simon's
Do you smell that?
St. Simon's
Mid-blinking walking.
Goofing off on Tybee Island
Sorry Ash.

Riding on the golf cart
Cam, what great eyes you have.

The Suspense is Killing Me

I wanted to save this post for Friday, but I can't wait that long. I also thought this would make the perfect "Think About This..." for today!  After reading this post, those of you who know me in the real world are going to be in shock.  I actually did this for one specific reader.  I've been going over it in my mind for a long while, but I've never had the courage.  Finally, while we were on vacation this past week, I found it.  The courage, I mean.

I haven't had a "professional" hair cut since I was in the 5th grade.  You'd think my hair would be really, really long, but it isn't.  I overprocess and have split ends to beat all split ends, but after the tragic mullet the hair lady gave me all those years ago, I trusted no one to touch my noggin.

Please hold your applause... this was supposed to be "feathered".  You guys remember "feathering"?

Chris has been my hair stylist for at least 10 years now.  As long as it's just cutting in a straight line, he's a master.  Last year, Cam's seester Ashley was kind enough to cut off just enough of my hair so that I felt like I'd actually gotten a hair cut, but without really giving me a real hair cut for my birthday.  I was so excited.

I took advantage of her uber-hairstylist skills.  She hooked me up.  I didn't even have to twist her arm.  When I told her what I wanted to do, she was on board.  I have to admit I was more than a bit frightened.  I was terrifed.  Not of her, but of the actual deed.  I think the results speak for themselves.


Do you see how excited I am?  I can't really remember when my hair was this short.  In fact, I think it was when I whacked off my own hair just after my son was born... 10 YEARS AGO!  Oy vey... I was in need of this.

We gently tucked my 10 inch long pony tail into a Ziploc bag and it's currently awaiting stampage from the Post Office.  I'm donating it to Locks of Love for Rubi.  Ashley is greatly talented with a pair of scissors and I'll never let anyone else ever touch my head.  I'm dedicated.  Plus this means more trips to south Georgia!  I love you, Ash-ah-lee!

So, yeah... Think About This... Ten inches sounds like it's a HUGE amount of hair, but you know what?  It's really not.  I repeated to myself that a child with any number of medical conditons was going to be able to go to the store or go outside to play because a wig was made from just 10 inches of my hair.  I hope that they love it as much as I did.  What are you doing with your hair???

Back to the Grind...

It's not much of a grind really though.  We didn't have too much to do today so I brought the kids to the park.  It's a beautiful day so far.  I think we have a chance for showers later, but right now the temps are low(-ish) and the humidity isn't too bad.  I left the cleaning and laundry behind in exchange for the children's laughter and some books.  When we are done here, I'm going to take the kids to the library.  They don't know it and I'm sure they will be excited.  They both love to read.  I've been promising to take them since school got out, but haven't gotten around to going.  No time like the presents right.  Plus I had to come to town to pay the water bill that I forgot to pay before leaving for vacation.  Later this week I've got to help my mom move some stuff to her new apartment here in town.  I'm going to make it a round trip and take Queen Bee some clothes from Georgia.

I didn't even write a post about the great time we had on the 4th with Rubi.  It was nice to get out and be with friends.  I didn't know most of the people... :)  The kids had a great time playing, running, and singing.  Good times were had by all and I'm absolutely postitive that Rubi's step-dad was smiling down and enjoying every minute of it as well.


It's not the best quality video (I took it with my camera), but these girls were rocking it out!

Home Sweet Home!

We finally made it back home! Usually the trip home is quicker, but this one seemed to take forever! Although the kids gave me (and everyone else!) a headache every day we were there, I had a great time. I can't believe that it was over so quickly.

I think I took about 400 pictures while we visiting and I can't wait to post some to show everyone. It's going to take forever to resize and color correct them all, but I'll get it done!

Cam, Berg, Dyl, and Ash, you guys were the best hostesses and hosts EVER! I can't wait for you all to come stay with us. Thanks so much for being the best friends that you all are!

P.S. I'm doing away with the comment form that I have been using. I love that you can "reply" to comments with it, but that's about the only thing I like about it. In getting rid of it, all of your previous comments will disappear. I DID NOT erase your comments! In fact, I want you to comment more, more, more! I hope this makes it easier for everyone to leave me their thoughts!

P.S.S. Cam - the first thing I did when I got home was light my Fizzy Pop! Well, actually the first thing I did was go pee and then I lit my Fizzy Pop! Just so's you know.