Going Away

Although this is a freshly conceived blog, I'm going to put it on hiatus for awhile. I've got a lot of stuff going on and a lot of changes occurring in my life. So once I get things in order I'll be back.


Thanks for reading.

Not Feeling The Burn

Nope. Not at all. I haven't started working out yet. I keep telling myself that I will get there, but then I don't. One thing after another happens and I turn to food to help me feel better. My heart is constantly being ripped out and just when I begin to think its repairing itself, something new happens. So I call on my old friends Otis Spunkmeyer and Blue Bell and let go. I'm so tired of all the heart ache and I really don't think I can survive the last shredding of my heart.

It's Over

Is there anything in this world worth fighting for? When I was younger, I use to believe my family was worth fighting for. Cause family is supposed to be everything. Yeah... that didn't work out so well. When I was a teenager, I got the silly idea that love was worth fighting for. Yeah.... that's not working out so well either. Sometimes, I think life is worth fighting for. But now I just don't care. I give up. I quit. I don't have anymore fight left in me. Because nothing is worth fighting over. If you don't fight, you can't get hurt. If you don't get hurt, you won't feel anything. And I don't want to feel.

My Very Own Gladys And a Crazy Weirdo

I swear this has been one of the funniest/weirdest work days of my life. I can't help but chuckle as I recall all of it. At my third stop of the day, which happens to be a Kroger's grocery store, I was happily minding my own business and restocking the aisle when this elderly lady bumped into me. I moved over a little bit and went back to business. She did it again. The funny thing is she looked completely unaware that she was doing it. The third time she bumped me I said "Ma'am, can I help you find something?" She looked at me, blushed, and then said "I'm sorry. I'm a little drunk." And then just walked off. I laughed so hard tears started streaming down my face. Micheal, one of the beer guys, asked what was so funny so I told him. He too started laughing and said "yeah, that lady smelled like she'd been drinking since sun up". It was barely two o'clock! Seriously, that was just crazy. After I finished my aisle, I did go seek her out to make sure she was with someone and not alone. Thankfully, she was. I think she was with her son.

The whole incident made me think of Gladys. Ya'll know who Gladys is, right? Aside from me, she's about the funniest thing I've ever seen on the Ellen show. Gladys is the business. She loves Jesus, but she also likes to drink a little. If you haven't seen the video, I highly recommend you do. Just Google the Ellen show and Gladys. Okay, okay...I'll post it here cause I know some of you are lazy and don't want to do the extra work. Gladys is the business!






So the next crazy thing to happen to me today was this asshole who said to me "While you're down there, say a prayer for me too." I was on my knees working the bottom shelves and he just came out of nowhere and said that. I ignored him completely and was proud of myself for not faltering in my routine. I managed to keep working as if I hadn't heard a word. Now, normally I just shrug off comments like this or laugh along with them. But this guy had a nasty sneer to his voice that made me so uncomfortable. So it made me feel a lot better when he realized after standing there for about 2 minutes that I wasn't going to respond to him. I could tell I took the wind out of his sails and made him feel like an idiot. Yeah me!


What a day, lol!

My Sean, He's The Best

After having a very awesome day turn into a very shitty one courtesy of one of the most heartless gynecologists I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. Don't worry, I won't be seeing her or any gyn again for as long as I live. Anyway, my Sean totally lifted my spirits. I received the following email from his teacher about 30 minutes ago.

I received a cupcake from a former student today, and decided to eat it during snack time. I'm not a huge fan of sweets, so I took the icing top off of it and threw it away, eating only the cake part.

Sean came to me about 5 mins later and said, (in a very serious tone) "Miss Cross. Next time someone brings you a cupcake, please just get a plate, and put the icing on it and not in the trash. I will eat it. There is no need to ever waste icing."

Haha!! I laughed until I cried. He was devastated that I would be so crazy and throw away the "best part."

Thought you would think that was funny.

Have a wonderful weekend!!!

Kelly

This was just what I needed to get me back in the game. My silly son makes my heart swell.

Forget Javier, I Need a MAID!!!!!

So my secret fantasy is to have an incredibly hot masseur named Javier steal me away in the afternoons and massage my body into pure bliss. *Sigh* Just thinking about it makes me giddy. But, and I'm really sad to admit this, I'd gladly trade Javier for a maid. Today is my deep cleaning day and I hate every minute of it. Cleaning after my boys used to be tolerable and kind of cute (I used to find hidden things like Tonka trucks and cookies). Now, as they get older its just getting gross and annoying. Derrick and I have laid down some rules and doled out some chores, but it's still the pits. Not cool at all. Baby drool on a pillow was adorable. Little kid drool....not so much. Would it kill them to pick up their dirty clothes and put them in their hamper? It's RIGHT there, in the exact same place that it has always been. I'm just saying.

Okay, I'm lying. I would NOT give up Javier for a maid. Mama needs her massages. Just the thought of strong hands working out all the kinks is enough to make me forgive my boys for their slovenly ways.

So I've got a lot to do today. Actually, I've done a lot today already. Doctor's appointment this morning for a physical. Which was like the laziest physical ever. The doctor spent more time squealing over my Purple Rain tee shirt than he did looking at me. Go figure. Basically, all they did was draw my blood and listen to my heartbeat. I was totally expecting to get poked and prodded and perform all kinds of physical tests. But nope. A look here, a knock there, a prick here and I was done. From there I came back home and got to work on setting up this blog. Then I started to clean. All I have left to do is take down our Christmas tree and finish the bathrooms. Yep, you read right. Our tree is still up. Why? Cause I'm extra lazy and its just been at the bottom of my list.

So fun times, fun times ahead.

Oh, I did get my weight today from the doctor. But since I like to weigh myself either naked or minimal clothing....YES, clothes REALLY do add an extra 15lbs, lol. I don't think it's accurate. So I'm in denial until I can get naked and step on my own scale.

Welcome!

Come on in, have a seat, get yourself something to eat. Cause you're in for one hell of a good time with me. So what do you think about my new place? After thinking and thinking and THINKING about it for months, I finally went ahead and combined my blogs. Why have two blogs and force myself to do all the extra work when I really didn't have to? So, here you'll find all of my posts from both Operation Fitness and Random Thoughts. It's going to take me a day or so to really get it all together, but so far so good.

Now here comes the part where I give my good old disclaimer.

Disclaimer: Makita is NOT for the faint of heart or easily offended.

I do try to mindful of other people when I post because, really, does anyone ever want to read a post just full of ranting? Nope. And I sure don't like writing them. Sometimes my mouth moves faster than my common sense though and occasionally you'll get a post just full of me mouthing off. But I try to keep it to a minimum. Just know that I say what I mean and I mean what I say. And sometimes what I say surprises even me, lol.

For those of you who like to comment, please note I do not tolerate plain racism, sexism, bigotry, abuse of any kind, etc. So if you're coming here to be hateful, save yourself some time and keep it moving. You don't have to agree with me or like my opinions, but I'll be damned if I put up with ignorance and hate.

So now that we've gone through the house rules, let's talk a little about this blog. Basically, it's just some good old Makita in blog form. It'll pretty much follow me throughout my life, parenting, my fitness goals, and my life pursuits. Along with random things like books I've reading, music I'm loving, people annoying me, and so on and so forth. So have a seat....

Meh...

So I've been holding out on blogging because I'm torn one what I'd like to do. I've been toying around with the idea of combining my two blogs since my readers are pretty much all the same people or keeping them separate. I really don't know what I to do. So bare with me as I go through the "I think I want to/I think I don't want to" moments. Anyway, I haven't done shit in the workout department. I'm actually sick now and refuse to work out. All I really want to do is just lay in a bubble bath all day long and read trashy romance novels, the kind with the half naked men on the cover :D I have a physical tomorrow and then the ever so lovely well woman's exam on Friday. And since I had made those in anticipation of starting up a workout routine, I'm guessing those will push me into getting in gear. Nothing like a doctor confirming your fatassness (yes, I just made that word up....you can thank me later) to make you want to run to the nearest gym.

My Fat Ass is Back And Its Not Pretty

It has been several months since I've last written. I wish I could say I had nothing but wonderful news, but nope I don't. My fat ass has come back and its not pretty. At all. I haven't weighed myself yet, but I can bet my last dollar (actually, I only have about 42 cents in my pocket) that my weight matches my fat ass....huge. I know you're thinking "girl, what happened? You was looking fabulous!" Well, I'll tell you what happened. Mainly, its a sob story and since this isn't Lifetime, I'll just cut to the chase. My Dad's cancer came back, I had a hard time looking for a job, my emotional health plummeted, and I got lazy. So to make myself feel better I called up my old friends Otis Spunkmeyer and Little Debbie. And, we all partied until the fat started piling back on. I also started a love affair with Frito Lay. It is what it is. And while I'm not ashamed because shit we all have our bad moments, I am disappointed in myself. Cause I *knew* better. Yet, I didn't care. But I guess when you are depressed, you don't care about a whole lot anyway.

So why do I care now? I don't know. I mean, I don't have any special trips planned or want to win a contest or anything. I guess its cause I look in the mirror and I'm like "who the hell is that fat bitch? EWWWW." I know you all are thinking "girl, you still look good." Yeah, okay, if you say so. But I don't feel good. My belly makes me look 5 months pregnant and my thighs rub together. Not good. Not good at all. So here I am again in a new year trying to be a new me.

Will I diet? No, I never diet. But I will get back to eating healthier and more importantly learning how to TALK my problems out instead of trying to cover the pain with food. Maybe I'll reward myself with something along the way to help me reach my goal. The first thing I need to do is get my ass on the scale so I can take ownership of the fat. And then from there I'll proceed.