In the days just after Thanksgiving a question oft-repeated among my family and friends:
What would you like for Christmas?
I'm not going to blush or offer downcast eyes. My attitude toward gifts is much like that of Buffy on her birthday:
"Oooh, prezzies! Gimme, gimme, gimme."
I love presents. I love giving them and getting them.
But this year I'm stumped. I have no idea what to put on my Christmas list (sorry Mom!)
And I know why. 2009 was the year I got what I wanted more than anything else in the world - my book deal.
When I try to think about a 'gimme list' I always come back to: book deal. And I have that. And every time I remember I get squeeey goodness. And then I don't want anything. I iz happy, happy, happy.
Okay, okay...so there was one thing I wanted - a Droid.
But my oh-so-lovely husband just bought me one, and when I insisted it was my Christmas presented he countered: "No, this is your book deal present." (See - there it is again! The book deal is the blob that consumes all other gift options!)
If you don't know what a Droid is, it's this awesome device that is pretty much Motorola's answer to the IPhone. And it is awesome. I am not a gadgety girl, but I love my Droid. I love it because I am a Messy Person.
I believe that this inherent messiness is a good thing. So does the New York Times *sticks out tongue at obssessive neat folk* (Don't worry, I still love you strange, organized folk of the world, my husband is one of you. I simply will never understand how you manage to be so neat.)
The Droid is the closet thing in my life I can offer for organization. I thrive in chaos and clutter and me walking through a room seems to have a similar affect to that of a tornado. My desk lives under the constant threat of drowning in papers, books, sticky notes, and pictures. My calendar cannot hope to keep up.
The Droid helps because it's everything in one neat little black box. Plus, it tells me when I'm supposed to be different places...and that is the kind of little helper I need. Though I'm a little afraid that it will become self aware and take over the world, starting with my house.
But it's help has left me with that same old problem. Nothing for the list. Except books of course, there's no end to the books I pine for. So Mom, little bro, & everyone else who's asked me for a list. Just head to the bookstore because and I'll steal a quip from Edward:"Books are my life now."
Though according to LisaDez, none of this is going to be a problem anyway.