CoCo's Corner

Cheating is wrong.  Cheating is cheating.  Whether or not it happens person to person, on your taxes, on a test. Do I think it happens - yes.  Has it happened to me - yes. It depends on you as a person, as a couple, as an individual whether or not it ruins you or what it does. Sorry - this is just rambling.  I've been sick.  I really can't get into any of this and make sense about it in my head.

OK - I've decided I should have paid a little closer attention to this blog challenge.  Because, TRULY, these challenges are for 13-year-old girls!!!  Please pass my note:  Do you like me, check the box for YES or NO. I like a lot of people.  There are not too many people I don't like.  I have acquaintances - I like them.   I have friends - I like them.  I have family - I like them.   You have to be a pretty rotten person, or obnoxious, or rude, for me not to like you. So yeah - I like a lot of people. Pretty much everyone I know. I love a lot of people, too.  Friends and family. So - if I'm supposed to write about my relationship with the man I am married to, with whom I like and love, I'm just not going to.  Sorry. I probably would be more apt to write about my relationship with my hubby if I hadn't taken Nyquil about 45 minutes ago and now I'm starting to go a little cross eyed.  So, I'm writing off my refusal to do so ...

So - considering the fact that pretty much every person out there is different, this one befuddles me.  Just because you are male or female does not mean you will have the same characteristics that every person of that same sex has. I know boys that are kind of slovenly and piggish - I know boys that are pristine in appearance.  The same with females.  I know males that are tight with a dollar, I know males that spend more than they make.  Same with females. Those of the male species tend to be more reckless in some ways.  They do crazier things with their bodies and lives.  Just watching stupid videos you can see that.  Not that there aren't girls out there that would do the same thing, given the chance.   But, for the most part, those people who are doing stupid things that have them planting their faces against concrete, straddling poles at a high rate of speed or tumbling uncontrollably down a hill tend to have male parts. The funniest t...

Well, I can say this much, the gentleman that shares my bed is much more exciting about this than I am.  I am truly boring....... Every year, for Christmas, I go to Kohl's and find the clearance sale pajamas and nightgowns.  I find the summer Vera Wang nightgown.  I buy it, I wrap it, I put it under the tree.  At the Christmas celebration, I open up my awesome Vera Wang gown. I now have four of them.  I wear them usually two nights.  And then it's on to the next one. I don't like long sleeves or pajama pants when I sleep at night.  It's really funny - because when I nap in the afternoon between shifts, I really don't care and usually wear pajama pants.  So, my lovely Vera Wang gowns are sleeveless and short. So  far, this blog challenge is a yawn.

What does that even mean?  Is it who is attracted to me?  Is it who I am attracted to? I just don't even understand this question. I can tell you this. I have had three husbands.  None of them even remotely the same. I am married now to the perfect guy for me.  I have said it over and over again.  He is very good to me. OK, he can make me freaking insane at time - our politics and our likes are so very polar opposites.  BUT, we get along so great.  We travel great.  We rarely fight.  And he puts up with a lot.  We actually like spending time together. He is spoiled - seriously spoiled rotten.  This has not always been the way of it.   But, I have come to the realization that I have spoiled him pretty rotten. But, then again, in certain conditions, I'm pretty spoiled, too.

What a crazy question and what a crazy time to ask it.  When everything I thought I was has completely changed - and this is the subject. I worked very hard in my previous life.  It was who I was.  I was immersed in what I did in my previous life.  When I talk about my previous life, I am talking about my previous career.  It was a long and pretty illustrious career.  I started when I was twenty years old and stayed over thirty years - 32 to be exact.  I would still be there if things had not happened as they did. I worked my way up the ranks.  Starting as a records clerk, then into dispatcher, then dispatch supervisor.  Then I was promoted into a management position.  My hopes were to help the people that worked there.  I soon found that wasn't an easy thing to do.  In fact, it was nearly impossible.  To survive, I really had to become someone else.  Someone I didn't know.  Sadly, I didn't know that was wh...

I really wish I could tell myself that I live an exciting life.  But, we all know that would be a giant lie. I'm really quite boring. When all alone, I tend not to do much: I sit and watch daytime television I drink Diet Coke Eat too much Clean my house Find excuses not to clean my house Do laundry Take naps when I've been working the morning I belch and fart - out loud, even If there is music on and I'm standing up I will start shaking my butt and moving it around - in an attempt to dance If I am in the middle of getting undressed or dressed and start doing something else, I forget to finish getting dressed - and in the summer or spring the front door may be open In the winter, I turn on the heat, after realizing that it is freezing cold inside the house - usually it gets to 65 or 64 before I realize I talk to myself - a lot actually, more than I should Sometimes, I don't brush my hair - or my teeth - until late, late in the afternoon or evening.  So g...

I've done this one time before.  I love writing.  I love connecting to my writing.  It's my catharsis.  It's my outlet.  I miss writing.  So - I'm doing this for me.  This is my way of re-connecting with my blog and my writing.  You don't need to follow along, but I am happy if you do - I'm sure I'm pretty boring.  But, this is for me.

I do not know what is wrong with me.  Hopefully, it's just because it's January and I absolutely hate January.  To me, January is the very worst month; it's cold and it's gray and there is just nothing good about it.  But, to say the least, I am ornery and mean and cranky and just plain hard to get along with. I feel it in my work hours, in my home hours, in my errand hours, in every hour. I went to the grocery store - and these are the people I called idiots, under my breath, in the hour I was gone: the girl at the McDonalds drive-through.  I was the only one there in line, the only other person there was still at the board ordering.  "did you get the two apple juices?" - no, "did you get the two sausage McMuffins?" - no.  Blank stare.  I ordered the Diet Coke.  "oh - OK".  the dude that kept inching further and further backwards as he backed up to park.  He kept getting closer and closer to my car.  He would put it in ...

My cousin Eva and I were chatting on Facebook and something she said made me realize how long it's been since I have written anything.  She told me I should tell my ghost story.  I may have to do that.  But since I haven't written, I thought I would talk about a couple of things that happened today. Number Nine - #9 - Nine point OH: Today I got my hair cut and colored and my eyebrows waxed. I have been going to the same hair stylist for the last few years.  She was born in Iran and is a Muslim woman.  She has lived in America for decades, along with her family.  Today she was talking about the anger she is feeling with her home country.  She is angry that they feel that they are above international law - by their burning of the Saudi embassy.  And she talked about them damaging or destroying the British and American embassies.  Then we talked about the radical extremists.  She talked about her religious lessons as a child.  She ...