Not Drinking the Kool-Aid

I hate when my higher-ups at work think I am not doing my job. I may appear to not be doing any work, but I am doing my work. Anyway, I am having a good hair day. My curls are doing what I needed them to do. I took it back to basics and used the mango butter and Castor oil. I promise pictures are coming. I need to stop being so lazy when I get home.
I started doing the Crunch Pilates tape. Let me just say that I thought pilates was a lot of stretching, you know, lightweight stuff. I am sore as all get out. That DVD is no joke. That's going to be a good look for toning up my body(Lord knows it needs it!)
Rev and I had the best weekend ever. On Friday, we drove to Williamsburg. When we got there, there was nothing for us to do but either eat and go to bed(lol) or go to Busch Gardens. We chose the latter. It was nice because it was half capacity and we were able to ride what we wanted. When we got back the room we got ready to go out to eat. My plan was for us to go to Olive Garden(one of his favorite restaurants). On our way there, we saw this place and we just had to stop and eat there. The food was good. The ribs could have been wetter and the beans did not need to have those jalapenos in them. On Saturday we went to Busch Gardens again and there was a cheerleading competition going on. Since I am a former cheerleader, I was all up in there. I have decided Miss Beasley is joining a competitive team. She needs something to do in the summer besides watching "Cars" and being grown.
On Sunday Rev and I went with my church to Union Chapel Baptist Church in Butner, NC where our pastor was the guest preacher. It was a long but pleasurable drive. Rev and I did not ride the bus because we have a "No Church Bus" policy. We like to be able to leave when we want to. After a OK service(see my previous post about my pastor's preaching style), we left and went to Cracker Barrel. That is my favorite place to eat. The drive back home seemed to go much faster and when I got home I fell slam out. You can say I spent my weekend in a car.
My momma is still trying to hijack my wedding. She wants some lady at her job to sing at my wedding. Hell no. I don't even know this woman. I want my choir director to sing. I had to break bad with her and let her know that this is my day and she and daddy can have a vow renewal service and that lady can sing till the walls come tumbling down, but at Vicky Page's wedding that lady will not sing.
I have been having some drama with my reception site selection. At first the plan was to have the reception at the Coast Guard Base Hangar 7. That is were just about everybody has their reception. I wanted it because I could use my own caterer and I would be able to cut a step without the church mamas throwing holy water on me. Well, after much struggle, I finally get in contact with the lady at the base and she informs me they no longer allow you to use your own caterer at that facility but you can at "35"(wherever that is). Well, I got the scoop about "35". In order to get to it there seems to be a mountain of stairs to climb. Sorry, not trying to do that in my dress. So at this point I want to scream because that means I am going to have to go back to having my fellowship hall reception where we all just sit and look at each other. I thought all was lost, but I was speaking with my caterer/choir director/soloist and she suggested a place called Knobbs Creek Recreation Center. It is next to the golf course(who knew that EC had a golf course?). Rev and I are going to take a look at it next Tuesday and see what the deal is. If it is what we want we are going to book that sucker and call it a night. I hope this is it because I totally want to get this part of the wedding out of the way. Be Blessed!