A Long Short Week

Always hard to imagine how a 4-day work week can end up seeming longer than the standard one, but it happens. It's been an interesting week, that's for sure.

We once again made it through Husband's homegrown firework display without anyone losing a finger or an eyeball. By the time the four hour outdoor pig fest of food bled into the light show, there were somewhere between 30 and 40 people in our front yard, most of whom I didn't even know. I'm always the one pooper who remains worried about injuries and liability. But is it so strange to do that? People are so sue happy these days--they're dying for a reason to pass responsibility on to someone else. On our side of the world, it's legal to sell fireworks but illegal to set them off. What's the message here? Not sure, but there wasn't a single law enforcement officer in the hood who didn't know what we were doing.

Back to work on Tuesday, there was madness approaching a publication deadline, preparing for a huge professional development event and a schedule packed full of meetings.  One of the many things I enjoy about work is getting to meet so many inspiring people who are all doing their part to make the world a more comfortable place for others. But I have noticed one thing:  there are--and always will be--people who are out there for one thing only--themselves. You can read their number from a mile away.

Special thanks to Uncommon Blonde for allowing me to grab her over for an interview with a local tv station as soon as she walked in the door at our Friday event.  I enjoyed the opportunity to ask questions with over 20 nonprofit leaders for a special that will air next week, but boy, was I pooped after the day.

It's a sunny Saturday, and I'm headed for a few hours of antiquing with the gals. I couldn't tell an antique from an Ikea trinket, but it's fun to see collectibles that have somehow distinguished themselves through decades of garage sales, living rooms and shelves. Have a good weeked, ya'll.