CoCo's Corner

Don't keep going if you might get grossed out by my ugly toe. What it looked like when it happened.  Bloody ugly toe. Back in December, I was reaching in my pantry and reached behind a jar of peanut butter.  It was about four and a half feet up.  I knocked it over and it toppled down and landed on the big toe on my right foot.  I said some pretty colorful words and the longer I stood there, the more it started to just hurt - and it hurt bad. I started to just sob.  Ted and KayeLynn just kept trying to figure out how to deal with me. Once the tears stopped, I just started to shake and shake.  Ted told me I was in a form of shock, because the pain had been so intense.  I thought the toe was broken, but it wasn't.  It bled a little bit - over the next couple of days.  The day I did this was the day I had just had a pedicure - so I just left the polish on and left the toe alone. One month later Ugly blister! When I went four weeks l...

Today marks one month since I left my old life behind and moved onward to a new one.  As I've posted before, it was not an easy decision - and I honestly kept thinking that I wouldn't be where I am today when I walked away.  I kept thinking I would wake up and the nightmare would be done.  But, that didn't happen. I spent the first week very angry.  And when I realized that my life was moving in a positive direction and not a negative one - I moved on. The last month has been a whirlwind.  I started projects, none of which are finished.  I went on an amazing road trip - that had to be cut short.  I started a new job.  That is a pretty full month. The new job started out pretty shaky at first - well, shaky for about two days. The intimidation of the reality had me a little freaked out.  I am the oldest of the new hires.  That came with perks, too - as being oldest made me first in seniority.  But, for the next three months, I d...

Ted dubbed our road trip "The Search for Stuckeys"  months ago, when we decided that we were going to do a complete circle around Colorado.  The reason for that was because as kids, we both remembered the Stuckeys signs and never really being able to stop.  I remember going a couple of times, but was very young.  There was one down in Orem and we both remember seeing them across different places of the country.  When we searched, we were able to find ONE on our route. WYOMING:   Our first night.  After getting our rental car, after some drama, we were on our way about 3:00 in the afternoon.  We stopped for dinner in Green River and were able to have dinner with a handsome railroader (my boy James Rodger).  Then on to Rawlins.  I killed a bunny right before we entered the city - so I was a bit traumatized by that.  It was our worst hotel of the whole trip - but, it worked. NEBRASKA:   After waking up and realizing I left ...