Valentine's Day (Funny Story)

With Valentines day a few days away. King and I have been talking about the ones we have had together and before we getting together. I wanted to share, a really bad Valentines day story with y'all.

[VALENTINE'S Day 2010]
I was with my ex at the time, let's call him Sam. Sam and I had been together for about a year and a half.  And this Valentines day was just all bad. Let's start with the morning of. No text or call from him, until 3:00 or 4:00 that afternoon to tell me he had to go into work. He goes on to tell me he was on his way to my house to bring me something.  So I say "cool I'll  see you soon." Now I am from Baltimore and I'm sure like all malls you have them pop-up shops for all Valentine's day, Mother's day and Father's day. Well he went to one of them. He picks me up some bath soap and body wash. And a nice card. Now! Before you say well he did something so sweet for you, or you got more than some other people have gotten.  Let me tell you the next part. Now again  a year and a half with a person, you would hope they know you, well enough to know your likes and dislikes.  What you can and can't use and so on. Well I am allergic to coconut!  And guess what the body wash and soap was Coconut! I can't even be around Coconut with feeling like I'm about to pass out. He got me a singing card. But he didn't take it out of the plastic and I'm almost sure someone else's name was on the card. So once he gave me the stuff, I said thank you and gave him his gifts.  And he went to work. Cool right? Nope wrong... about two days later. One of his friends,  felt the need to inform me, that the stuff he gave to me, was for another girl and that he didn't have time to get me anything, so I got that stuff. And she got dinner, movies and his time.

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It wasn't funny back then. But it is funny to me now.  Because I learned that you have to see a bigger picture. 

So yeah I got my feeling hurt and I started seeing we had bigger problems, than I thought. 

So that was my funny, crazy Valentine's day story.

Valentine's Day! Is it Overrated?

My husband seems to think so. And I am still undecided. Thinking about what Valentine's Day came from, it is a story of love. St. Valentine was marrying people even though the king outlawed marriage at that time. Valentine then fell in love with the jailers daughter, and on morning he was killed he gave her a love letter and  signed it
With love from your
~ Valentine.

And from that February 14th the world has taken that day and made it all about love. But do we take this day and over do it? I mean over priced boxes of candy, oversized teddy bears, flowers and cards. Is it to much?

For me I when I think of the day, I think of love and a time to be all lovey dovey, and show your love in a different way. I will go out of my way to do a little more than I already do, any other time in the year. But I do the same for his birthday, our anniversary, and Christmas. So for me I just don't see it being overrated. St. Valentine was killed for helping people to marry, that is the ultimate love story! So why do so many people hate the day?

Is it because people are making money of it?

Or is it something more emotional? Tell me what you think in the comments below...

Saving My Life (Part III)

This one is just photos.... I am still working

Hike-Up Stone Mountain

Stone Mountain is 90ft tall and 190ft wide and the day I went hiking up it, I didn't know that lol. Aug 30th 2014 was the day myself and my family went up to the top of Stone Mountain. My husband King and I was sleeping the morning my mother-in law wake us up to go to Stone Mountain. I had know idea, what we was about to get into. So seeing that we are always looking into new things, we just agreed to go. Now our mom has been up this mountain about 4, well 5 times. This was our first time going up this thing and she told us that this mountain was no punk. Now I seen people running up and down the mountain and really begain to think 'Oh I can do this.'  I have never been more wrong! Rocks! Lots and lots of rocks and you have to go up them. What the hell dude? We start up this thing and about 10mintues into it, I wanted to stop! But my husband took my hand and helped me up keep pushing. I had to stop about 7 times going up. But I seen people older than me, and little kids going past me. Still pushing and making it. Now it was 3 paths. Two with out a lot of rock and the one that we had taken. I know when people read this, they may ask why didn't I just take one of the paths with out a lot of rocks? Well I started looking this mountain like life. So parts of it will be easy and other parts, will be rocky. So King and made our way up the mountain together. And the higher we got, the more I looked around me. And what I saw was great! Friend's helping one another, husband and wife holding hands pushing and making it, kids with mom and dad enjoying the day. Everyone helping everyone else. No judgement just everyone trying to get to the top. I guess 45 minutes to a hour later King and I made it to the top of Stone Mountain......
And once we did it felt so good! Looking out and being about to see the skyline of the city, made everything seem so small. All the stuff we deal with just didn't matter when your looking at God's work.

Saving My Life (Part II)

My move to California started me on a path to becoming healthy.  Last time I blogged was 5/3/14 and I wanted to share my story, about weight loss.  Here is the link to part one ( http://mrskeetareid.blogspot.com/2014/05/saving-my-life.html?m=1 )

Today makes almost 3weeks from my last check-in. I was 289lbs when I started working out,  and trying to eat better.  This thing isn't easy at all, I have been working so hard on cutting fried foods, too many sweets,  and not to much fast foods.  I have been trying to work-out everyday of the week and I am down 10.4lbs I have a long way to go, but I am doing what I need to do to get this weight off.

I'm not trying to get right for the summer,  I am trying to makr my life right.

Never Good Enough

I will never be a full girly girl, because I love boy stuff. I will never want to stop my day to look at love movies,  because Bones is on! I like dresses, but give me a t-shirt and Nike's any day. I cuss to much, and hide my pain. But I'm not good enough. I will never be a size 6 and I don't always eat right. I love to hard, and have a hard time letting go. I see the glass half full, but never know when to say that it's all the water is gone.

But I will never be good enough!

Saving My Life

Just about my whole life my weight has been up and down. When I was little no one told me I needed to be active and I needed to eat right. When I was about 11 or 12 my doctor told me I had to lose weight,  I was 170Lbs, I was way too big.  I lost weight with no problem and then when I went back to school, a teacher walked up to me and said, I had to be making myself throw up. (I wasn't) That summer before school started back up, I would walk everyday,  workout with my best friend at the time. We would walk from North Avenue, to Downtown Baltimore.  My Sister Mary had me walking with her all summer long and I was eating better.  No one made me do this, I understood what I needed to do and why. But once that teacher said that to me, I just felt like if I was too big, I would be talked about and once I lost the weight I was being talked about. Once i seen that no matter my size, people are going to find something to say about me... At that point I seen the change in myself, I wasn't walking as much or eatting the way, I should have been. I  was still able to get down to 145-150lbs and was able to keep it at that place until my 10th grade year of high school.  Some much started happening my 10th grade year.  I got put into a new school, my home life wasn't the best and I was getting out of a unhealthy relationship ( story for another day).  So the stress really started hitting home. I become a emotional eater. When I was sad, bored, or stressed, I would eat. By the time I was out of high school food became my best friend. I became okay with being unhealthy, and sad. I just would act like everything was okay. I would smile and help everyone else with their problems,  and push mine to the back. Now at 24 I am at my  heaviest weight.  And because of it I have some health issues.  (All that can be changed if I get the weight off.) I have to save my life, but I thank God for my husband who love's me no matter what size I am,  but still works out with me and eat's health with me. He takes all the same steps I am taking.. My mother-in law and aunt-in law who invited me to workout with them in the morning.  And help to push me. I have only been working out for about a month or so but I have been seeing change.  And now I have been working on my triggers.  And not letting food take over my life. It is hard! But I have to stand by my change of mind.