CoCo's Corner

I was on the website Zulily.com yesterday.  I don't know if you have ever looked at it, but, it's really, really, really cool.  It's kind of like Etsy - a bunch of different little stores and boutiques go to this site and try and sell their wares at a discounted price.  I found a site with purses on it - and I bought one.  I hope it's as gorgeous when I get it as what I saw on the website.  Especially since it was claimed to be about $150 retail and I got it for a lot less than that. But, while I am perusing this site and looking at a bunch of adorable things.  I found this site that had pajamas on it.  I was just looking - but, I found this set of PJs that I thought would be really adorable in San Diego when we go in a couple of months.  So I bring it up and look and think, "I should so buy these".  So I click on it, and they have my size available - yes, I'm an XL.  Chubby old lady.  I get pretty excited and I wonder how they size it.  Nothing like buy

I know there is a reason that you must do this once you turn fifty.  I know that it's for my own good.  I know there is a reason that, even though the idea of eating something disgustingly oatmeal, fried eggs, waffles, pancakes and show the world that they can't control my life like that, I just shouldn't/can't do that.  I know that the procedure really isn't that bad - - - - - - - - -  it's the prep. That day I have dreaded.  That day that I have abhorred the thought of.  That day that I just want to die.  That day is here. Tomorrow I have to have my colonoscopy.  I honestly am sick at the thought of facing this day.  Already, I have sat here and watched Ted make himself breakfast and died a little.  Actually, the part about not eating doesn't bother me so bad.  There is enough little things I can eat that will keep me going.  It's the idea about later. We live in a world that when I started living in it, black and white television was the norm.  

The cruise ship that I was supposed to be on right now is sitting in port.  It's got four very important people on it.  I have sat and tried to be so strong and so tough about not being able to go.  I've watched their progression and got so excited for them.   For three days I've paid attention to what is gong on and where they are.  Every message that I would get, every Foursquare check-in, every Facebook post - I would update my Mapquest and figure out how much further to wherever they were going that day and then to their final destination. This morning - I got so excited when I knew they were back on the road - because I knew it was only a matter of moments before they were to their final destination.  A short little two-hour jaunt from College Station, Texas to the Galveston Port where the ship awaited their arrival.  I encouraged them to be there early, to board early, to be able to play and get to know their surroundings and they got on the ship by about 2:00 Texas