My Desk...Where It All Happens.

How many of you were looking here yesterday for some Ruby Tuesday? And were you a bit disappointed? Anyone? Raise your hand. 1, 2, 4, 6, 9, 11.......ZERO! That is what I figured.
So today you will get a peek at my desk. My workstation. My little cubby hole. Where my ever growing belly fat continues to grow because of this spot. Why my neck is sore and my back shouts out to me to sit up straighter.

I have been spending more time than I would like to lately because I am preparing for my upcoming photography class I will be teaching next month. In roughly two weeks. Did I mention that?

There has been lot's of paperwork. Notes. Organizing images for a slideshow. Trying to contain my upcoming excitement about this class and trying to calm my nerves.

So here you go. My disorganized mess. My desk.

How does your desk rate in comparison? I think one's desk speaks a lot about someone. Please don't instantly judge me! Yooper wonders daily how I stay so organized with such a cluttered area. You see, I am a multi-tasker at heart. It is how I rock and roll. And he wonders how I can whip out a receipt he was looking for in an instant. Find his farm checkbook in a flash. Ask when his next physical therapy appointment is with a snap of his fingers. At least he knows exactly where I am hiding when he is in the kitchen whipping up a chocolate cake and making a mess in the process.

As for me, I know where all of my 1, 123,119 plus or minus digital picture files are stored. How to spell "definitely" correctly. And the word "recieve", I mean "receive". Have access to each and everyone of our checking/savings accounts and be able to answer Yooper's daily question of "How much is in our account?"

Here at this desk, I can find out who went where for spring break this week. Who is having a bad day. Or a great one! Who had a great workout doing Turbo. Who is now friends with this person or that one. Who is having a birthday. Who won't say how old they are. And who wishes for warmer weather. And how they wish they had gone somewhere warm for spring break.

But of course, and let us not wonder where my latest bottle of wine is.

My desk has been in our great room next to our kitchen since December when our renovation project began. I will be so glad when it is moved back to the "new" room. My desk has become a sort of extra counter space. A place for "stuff" to pile. Accumulations of this and that. Since this picture was taken, I have cleaned my desk. Yay! Happy day. It looked nice for a few days. I was proud. Sadly, it is in disarray again.

I think today calls for some desk cleaning. Organizing.