CoCo's Corner

This is going to be a stupid post - but, bear with me. Buds I have these two trees in my front yard.  They are not huge trees, but, for some reason I absolutely just love them.  I know exactly what time of year it is by these trees.  I have posted pictures on my blog and my facebook page, all pictures of my trees and during all the different seasons. I got all excited about a month ago, because they started to bud.  Then the buds, started to expand and turned green.  Today, I just noticed, the very smallest sign that it really is spring - - the buds, in one little teeny tiny spot of my trees turned to blossom. First Blossoms I have no idea what it is about these trees that I love.  One of these little trees had been so abused when we moved in, that we almost decided to just chop it down.  The house we lived in had been rented out a couple of times - and the people who had rented here first had apparently been pain-in-the-butts for a lot of the neighborhood.  Now, as a mem

Life sucks right now.  Everything about it.  OK, not everything - but, it just feels like it right now, to the point I am taking for granted that things are not as bad as they seem.  Well, most things aren't.  But, the problem is, my perception that life sucks so bad is causing me to break down into tears pretty consistently.  I am not one that cries so much - other than at stupid commercials and such.  I hate to cry.  I won't go to a movie that I think will make me cry, because I hate to cry. Why does life suck so bad???  I hate my job.  I totally hate my job.  But, how can I hate a job that I love?  I absolutely have loved my career and now how can I just truly hate it??  There are a lot of factors that go into it; betrayal, ingratitude, non-trust, stupidity, the list can go on and on and on and on.  We are in a constant state of upheaval and nobody seems to care.  The people that do the job, the people that have done the job, the people with the knowledge of what it takes

Well the day came and went - there was no fanfare, there was no celebration, there was nothing at all. I hit thirty years at my job. I look back and think about the things I have been through in that time.  When I started, I made $780 a month - you are reading that correctly - $780 a MONTH!!  Doesn't even sound possible - that is less than $200 a week - that is less than $5 an hour.  It was an ok rate of pay for that time.  Now I make about five times that amount and do I live a whole lot better?  Not really - I still have times that I struggle, I still want to over spend at times.  I don't have little babies to support - so, I don't have to worry about them. It's this crazy milestone you look forward to for years and years - as soon as you get even somewhat close.  After you hit the fifteen year mile mark, you start to realize that you may be working there forever.  You know you can't go anywhere and earn the kind of money you are earning where you are, you h