Friday morning I woke up, turned on my light and frowned. Catching a sober glimpse of my Barbie-hot-pink fingernails (Pantone colour# 239 I'd guess) I decided that wine "tasting" and manicures are not such a good idea. Okay, hot pink fingernails is not such a big deal, but thank goodness they didn't decide to do wine tasting and tattooing.
The first session of the day was on fundraising. The presenter was great--very knowledgeable, entertaining, and passionate. As I sat there I actually started to feel like I didn't want to give all this up yet. I know I've complained loudly about my work with RMH, but it is a good cause. Although I have not been personally affected by the house or known someone who has used it, I can appreciate the importance of keeping families together during what can be a very scary time. I can empathize with the kids who just want their mom and dad and maybe their siblings to be there while they're in a hospital in a strange city. I can also empathize with the parents who want their spouses there for support while they have to watch their child go for the tests and surgeries. I know that I can't go back to doing the meetings and committee work, but there must be a project I can do on my own to help. I will have to investigate.
At a break I checked my phone for messages. Amara had been looking for me. She has a exciting opportunity for me which turns into some fun on Monday...
I did actually get to say hi to Michael Buble before the week ended. It wasn't very wonderful. I had just finished eating my chocolate covered ice cream on a stick and was on my way home when he was on his way in. He said hi. I said hi. Then I stopped and prayed that I did not have melted chocolate in the corner of my mouth or smeared across my lip. Never saw him again.
The conference went well, people quite enjoyed my creative contributions (I had to write stuff) and I learned a lot. I had intended to share more with you on this week, but the story just got too big--there was dialogue, flashbacks, sub-plots. It was a bit surreal. All told, it was a really fun week. Yay me.
And now she sleeps in a bowl full of cherries.
Constantly,
Consciously,
dreaming.
5 comments:
You need to stop with these self photos!
Self photos? I don't know what you're talking about. I can't help it if I'm constantly surrounded by photographers. And this coming from the guy who is notorious for his self-references. We are one and the same, Yin :P
I'm just trying to give context or saving myself from having to repeat myself by using the self-references!
Fine, I suppose my pictures have no time saving qualities (well, it saves everyone else from having to follow me around all day) but they do provide context. Oh what do I care; it's my blog! The whole thing is a tribute to my narcissism!
Haha, yes, it's your blog, do whatever you please. But, the comment section belongs to me and I will do whatever I please :)
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