Please Let Me Testify.......

Ahhhh Friday. Gotta love it. It has finally gotten warm enough that I don't have to bundle up like an Eskimo. I hate cold weather. When I get a little bit more money I am transplanting my behind to Florida. I need 5o degrees or warmer everyday.
This week has just been a week of ups and downs. I am not going to get into all of that here, but it has been a doozy. I just know that tomorrow is another day and it will be another chance the Lord gave me to do it right.
Last night Rev and I celebrated our 8 month anniversary with dinner at the Japanese restaurant next to his job. I have been wanting to go here since I heard they were opening, because they cook on the hibachi grill right in front of you. You know I love a gimmick. The decor was really nice. It made me feel like I was in Kill Bill during the Showdown at the House of the Blue Tea Leaves. At any moment I thought I might have to throw down with Oren and her Crazy 88's. The food was nice too. The only thing they could have left at home was this soup made from tofu. Nas-tee. I tried it because I try everything at least once, but I will not be partaking of it again. If I wasn't driving I probably would have had some sake. Or maybe not. Last time I had sake I ended up drunk as hell in downtown Atlanta. Not a good look.
Last night, my sister Helen and I were talking about stalking people and crazy things that women will sometimes do in the name of love(or vengeance). What we concluded was every woman has some crazy in her. Every woman can get a little stalkerish at times. No one is exempt. My mind floats back to Astronaut lady who drove in an adult diaper to kidnap the woman who was having a relationship with the man she loved. I think she was just simply a woman on the edge. She had been reading e-mails between her lover and this woman(probably also obtained through stalkerish means) for weeks and then something probably just snapped in her that just said, "Oh hell naw!" Tell the truth and shame the devil, a lot of us could not tolerate reading steamy emails from another women to our significant other for weeks with out getting ready to catch a charge. I hope Astronaut Lady gets some healing for her soul.
I have a lot of work to do in relationship to school, and my latest set of drama(not to be discussed here...to trifling and confusing) has put that in the background. Not a good look. Chances are during my Moisturizing deep conditioner, I will be doing my Final exam on line too.
I am looking forward to this weekend. No meetings, no trips...just me and me. I love it!
Today I made the decision that I am not going to have anymore kids. Well, hell, Miss Beasley is the only one. When I had her, I was not prepared and caught off guard, therefore making it a not so pleasurable experience(being pregnant, taking care of a newborn). Don't get me wrong, I love my daughter to death, but she is enough. I count myself blessed that I was able to experience the love that fills your heart when you have children, but I don't need a repeat performance. I miss my life. I miss going to church and just listening to the Pastor without saying every 10 minutes, "Sit your ass down before I get my flip-flop". I miss getting off work, taking a shower and laying in my bed watching movies and reading, I miss being able to bounce out the house in a moments notice. My daughter is getting to the age I can ALMOST do all of those things. Why ruin the good thing we have going now? Plus to be honest, neither Rev or I make a colossal amount of money to warrant us having another baby(Rev has a son Miss Beasley's age). So that being said....Victoria Page will not dance the dance of the red shoes tonight or any other night....that's right, I am getting snipped, clipped, and stomped on. I will be discussing a Bilateral Tubal Ligation next time I go to the GYN. I will just die if I come back from my honeymoon and see a plus sign on a stick. Then my relationship with my new husband will have been robbed from me because I will have to focus all my time on 1) Making ends meet 2) My pregnancy 3) The new baby. Whole marriage shot down before it even got started. Be Blessed!