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Tattoo and Michael Jackson

If you are my friend on Facebook or follow me on Twitter you probably have already hear that I got my first tattoo this week. Of course, here on the blog, I have a whole story to share with you guys. I have been saying for years that I wanted to get a tattoo. I just could not decide what I wanted on my body, because a tattoo is permanent. I didn't want to get something that later on I would wish I could erase. Well, suffice to say I finally had something I wanted on my body but for the last few years I did not act on it. Then. . .my sister went and got a tattoo. I was so upset. . .why???? Because I wanted to get one first. She had a tattoo put on her arm in honor of our father who had died a few years ago. That was it I knew I was going to get a tattoo. I had already chosen my personal logo, now it was a matter of where was I going to put it on my body. I decided on my right shoulder. I meant for it to be exactly on my shoulder. I went to the shop at 12:30pm to show the guy my pict...

Events and Supplies

I have decided that Saturday will be the day I update this blog. On Saturday, I will share my thoughts and happenings from the week. This is the best way to fit it in my schedule. This week's Saturday post will be some what long since, I haven't updated in a few weeks. **** I am just about halfway through with my event planning class. *claps happily* In class we are doing a project where we were separated in class into groups and we have to plan a mock event. Not wanting to do weddings, which other groups are doing, I suggested a women's networking event to my group. So, earlier this week we were sitting in our groups working when one of my classmates brought up that she is trying to get a job in the plant and flower conservatory in the city (they throw lavish events . . Obama had a dinner there). I was busy making suggestions to the one girl (who first brought up the conservatory) ways I thought she could get her foot in the door there . . .like volunteering to help for ot...