Full Assed Weekend

I kinda borrowed, stole, (po-tay-to, po-ta-toe) this title from one of the blogs I follow, Simple Dude In A Complex World, every weekend he writes, half assed to say the least. No, this does not mean half drunk, so don't go follow him now because you think you will get to see stories about how he drunk dialed his mum thinking it was his ex baby mama who he decided to tell on that specific day, at that specific time that he does not want to be a daddy anymore only to hear his mothers voice at the other end of the line saying "sonny, you have a child?"

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No, this means that every weekend he puts half the effort into blogging (oh so he thinks) because at the end of the day we get half the comments and half the hits on weekends anyway.

I guess my weekend lasts seven days. Score!

However, and now I finally get to the point of this post, I had a full assed weekend. I really felt like my dreams were coming true.
Ever since I was a kid, I wanted to be a princess, and then a singer, and then a dancer, and then back to being a singer, and then a lawyer, and then a writer, and then a writer/journalist and now an event planner. Guess which one came true?


The princess? I wish! Charles won't take any of my calls. And if you were to see me booty shaking while dropping a tune, you would want to kill yourself, I can't win an argument to save my life, everyone is right except for me. Shows how much I know. Definitely not the writer/slash journalist either, I mean look at what a swell job I am doing here. So that leaves tum tum duh dum!

YES! I finally got to plan ,help plan, assist in helping to plan, stand around and watch people party, but who is taking notes right?

This is a pic from the event I worked for, if it wasn't for my battery playing hide and seek with me I might have had more *sigh*

I got a taste of something I really wanted to do and it felt good. And although what I had to do wasn't huge, you know like plan Prince Charles wedding to her, *moment of silence*

*moment done* it was a message that I can do it, if I really want to. And I really want to, so I am going to do it.

In the words of Charlie Sheen, "Nike said Just Do It, they did not say Try Do It."

So to all those who want to do something but are afraid they are not good enough, or afraid that it will not work out any way so why bother, well............ I'm not going to feed you that whole you can do anything if you put your mind to it stuff, firstly because I just did, but mainly because if something means a lot to you nothing will stand in the way of that, or at least nothing should. Not even fear. Even if it is just asking your crush out to coffee, or sending that business proposal through to the bank, or writing to companies you would love to work for, just do it.

Its worth it.

Lu3Lu

xx