My Goddess Chorus

I have been having a big problem with stairs lately. I am not drunk. I am not tripping over carelessly placed shoes/toys/skates. My shoelaces are not untied.
I broke my pinkie finger on Thanksgiving falling UP the stairs. Letting the dogs in, wearing slippers, in a hurry to get everything done = ouch. I did not go to the dr because I don't believe they do anything for broken pinkie fingers besides tape them up. I did that myself, and it is still kinda jacked. Perhaps next time I break a finger I will go get it checked out.
But in the meantime, WTF is going on? I seriously fall down the stairs at least once every week or so. Many times it is because I am wearing socks and my feet just slip down some stairs like skiing. But much less graceful and very bumpy and there is no swooshy snow to help me along. This often turns into a tumble with 30 limbs all akimbo and ending up underneath the crushing weight of my big fat ass. I guess I need to slow down.

Last night I had a dream that I was somehow part of a really cool band - like the new member. It maybe was some kind of alt folk, but was made up of really awesome rockin' women, and their beautiful songs were loved by boys and girls, young and old. I was seriously starstruck and in awe, but they were sooo cool that I was also perfectly comfortable around them. We were having a concert in a gymnasium and we were on the bleachers and the audience was in folding chairs lined up on the floor. It was very casual. It turned out I was the new singer (!?!) and it was my first time playing with them. So I was holding the mic and these chicks were all surrounding me and being very supportive and sweet. And I started singing, but I couldn't remember the words, but it was ok - they just helped me along and I knew I would eventually remember and everything would be fine because it was totally low stress and lovely. I wish I could have kept sleeping.

Boo

I almost never watch tv. Not because I have anything against it really, I would just rather spend my free time (HAHHAHAHAHA) on my computer. The tv has been off for a while because D finds it nearly impossible to ever turn it off when I tell him to. This difficulty has a couple of times lead to me turning the power off on the first floor. Talk about tantrum! Thankfully, without lights, he is a little bit less likely to connect. So, a little side story before I even start in on what I meant to write about. The other day, he asked me if I was upset with him for some reason. I said no and then I asked him what he thought would be the worst thing that would happen if I had been upset with him. He thought for a second and said he could lose tv. I told him that for the worst thing, that wasn't that bad. "To me it is! And don't tell me that tv is drugs for kids!" Ha! I guess he does listen to me once in a while. He cracks me up.
Anyways I had it on tonight, and I caught a new show on A&E called Paranormal State. A group of attractive psychic college students go around investigating hauntings and such. Surprisingly, it totally captivated me. They go to regular people's houses and these people are convinced they are being haunted. It is very spooky. Any kind of "real" ghost story totally creeps me out. The night vision, glowing eye video doesn't hurt either. The show is also very ridiculous and contrived and full of really bad dialogue. But the tiniest teeniest speck of a chance that stuff like this could and does happen is so intriguing to me. Gullible? or open-minded? I am enough of a skeptic to realize that the show is totally laughable, but still....

O Tannenbaum

The deal was we don't get to decorate for Christmas until the house is cleaned. It is now Dec. 15 and no progress has been made. Well, the dishes got done and the hallway was vacuumed, but to me that is not progress. It is not just D either, I am a HORRIBLE housekeeper, a trait multiplied many times over with a boy in the house now. Here is my drastic plan to hopefully be able to get a tree. We are going to take a few bags or boxes and fill them with all the crap cluttering up the whole house. Any cherished toy/paper/article of clothing must be put away immediately to escape the bag. We will write a "To Be Destroyed" date on the container, maybe a year and a half from now, and anything that hasn't been removed will get chucked. Papers will be shredded somehow. This gives me the shivering shakes to think about throwing out a bunch of "good" stuff for many reasons. I am learning that I am a saver. Not a hoarder by a long shot, but I can understand the compulsion.
It is also a bit offensive to my casual environmentalist side to add lots of things to landfills unnecessarily. I have to face the fact that we will probably not be having the fantasy garage sale, though. So that's the plan for today.