Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Recently I was doing a little cleaning (Note to Dad: please hurry and pick your jaw up off of the floor so you can catch Mom before she makes a dent in the carpet from falling over in shock).
I was cleaning off my cluttered nightstand and realized that anyone with a brief glimpse at this particular piece of furniture would have insight into who I am -- or who I am trying to become, as the case may be. A little unnerving, I must admit.
And yet, I am curious enough about who you are and/or are trying to become that I am willing to divulge the contents atop my nightstand. That and blog fodder is at an all time low for me (wink), what with Christmas, relocating, and soon becoming a whole lot closer to 40 than I am comfortable admitting . . . sigh.
I have the necessities, of course: a lamp (second hand -- and glad for it since my children cannot keep their hands off of it and it'll be in pieces before my whirling dervish turns four), tissues, and the largest bottle of lotion known to man.
And then there's the reading material.
The latest edition of Creating Keepsakes Magazine resides on top of the pile. Scrap booking, for me, is at once chaotic and cathartic, so I mostly read about scrapping and admire everyone else's talent. Then I dog ear all the pages that one day I'll scraplift. You know, once the kids are off to college and I can turn one of their bedrooms into a full-time scrap room. A-hem.
Crocodile on the Sandbank by Elizabeth Peters. I am re-reading her Amelia Peabody series. Witty and very entertaining.
My Bible (KJV for me, please, but let's not argue!:) ) and a prayer notebook/journal. Neither of which are cracked open often enough, truth be told.
Bringing Up Boys by Dr. James Dobson. My sons are a mystery to me, I admit.
Anybody Can Write by Roberta Jean Bryant. I keep this around for encouragement and motivation, and to keep the grey cells working.
And various writing implements. I'm a writer, I gotta have the tools even if they are rarely utilized to their full extent. Also, I seem to be somewhat of a pen collector (much to The Calm One's consternation) and they all end up on my nightstand -- or in my purse.
The Jesus Story Book Bible by Sally Lloyd Jones and illustrated by Jago.
Two ring bound sketch diaries. One is for doodling and one is for stamping inspirations that may or may not end up on cards that I'll make.
A sleeve (OK, half a sleeve) of Oreo cookies.
OK, so maybe that wasn't as interesting as it was at 2:30am when I was not sleeping and instead was thinking about what to post once Blogger and Google gave up on their conspiracy to not let me onto my own blog. Hopefully, they realize that I am small potatoes and give up permanently. I'm not holding my breath. I'm just sayin'.
But I digress. Rapidly.
Like I said, perhaps what's on my nightstand isn't all that interesting after all. Now, what is in my nightstand is a whole 'nother story. A whole 'nother story, my friend. Oh, didn't I mention that there were drawers? I'll not elaborate on their contents, you'll have to use your imagination. Just keep it clean.
I have to.
So, what's on your nightstand that would give us insight into who you are, or are trying to become?