I haven’t been able to write about this before now, because oh wait. I’m lazy. And lately I’ve been busy. But this present that I got for Christmas is just so cool I couldn’t pass up a write-up. Even Janet, the Queen of Nothing Even Remotely Having To Do With Technology, thought this was super cool (after I explained to her why she should think it was cool). She knows who Maggie is, because she reads Dooce, and for Christmas Allison gave me a copy of her book, No One Cares What You Had for Lunch: 100 Ideas for Your Blog.

This book is so cool! And even though it gives me ONE HUNDRED ideas for my blog, I still haven’t written anything from it, for the very same reason it takes me 3 hours at the grocery store to buy like three things. Because there are too many choices and I have to call my mom to ask which one I need: the 100% Organic, fully-fortified 10.25 oz. whole-wheat half-loaf, or can I just buy the Hill Country Fare H-E-B brand wheat loaf? Okay, so except for the calling my mom part, it’s the same. Too many choices, and I habitually suck at making choices.

But anyway, I’ve been flipping through, thinking “oh THAT would be cool to write about!” and then never writing about it. Well, no longer, Internet Land. Tonight I’m writing about Number 37, the objects of my affection.

At 3 a.m., the fire alarm wakes you. You realize that the house is aflame, and that you’re sleeping naked. After grabbing a robe, and making sure that people and pets are out of the building, what would you search for next?

Hmm. This has always been a toughie for me. Well, I guess I would have to say my photo albums (obviously- esp the one of my Daddy. Lots of pictures I could never replace), my camera, Mak (my laptop), my blankie. Oh but so many of my things have beautiful sentimental value… the blanket Mama Laura made me for my birthday during YAP, all the crosses on my wall, all of my pictures, the elephant Janet gave me when I got my Ring (I keep it on his trunk while I’m sleeping), the pink/orange/green/yellow rag quilt my mom made. None of it is worth DYING for, but I would go ahead and say I would pretty much prefer it if my house didn’t burn down. Yep, I think that’s my answer.

House, you aren’t allowed to burn down. I hope I’m not “tempting the Fates” as they say, by writing that. But really, I would be sad to see ANY of that go. Insurance can’t replace love and memories.