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 si...

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...

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 sh...

Ted went back to work today. He's actually been working on and off since he got out of the hospital.  But, he was clear to drive today and the doctor said to see how he did at half days and he could head back to work - so after doing OK last week, he is back to work. Today - I say AAAHHHHH!!!!  It's really my first moment alone since he got out of the hospital. Not that i don't love spending time with the smartest man in the world, but, I love my alone time.  Plus, over the last couple of weeks, I would look at my living room and my body would just tighten up in a deep cringe. It started pretty much from the moment he walked in the door, home from the hospital.  Here - let me paint a visual for you: Three computer bags - all with computers - all spread about the couch.  One or two of them open at any given time.  At one point, he had Brandon's computer, too - fixing it.  One or more computers would be set up on TV trays around the living room. Fo...

I have been struggling this last week.  Things are piling up in my brain and making me frustrated and irritable. I've been plain cranky. I feel like life is rushing by and I'm two steps behind everyone else.  I feel like I'm on the outside looking in.  I can't even say for sure why - the window I'm looking through is getting really frosted over, too.  And, I'm tired of the feeling. I'm happy to have Ted home, but, I feel like everything is in disarray there.  Its not just a feeling, everything is in disarray. And mundane.  Work all day then try to figure out something healthy for dinner.  When you're a chunky woman who eats with her emotions, being cranky and not being able to dive into a piece of cake or something is extremely frustrating.  So trying to figure out how to make chicken tasty again is rough.  Especially after frying my brain out trying to figure out how to make it through another day at work - a place where everyone is frus...

When I got to the hospital today to see Ted, I found him a bit emotional.  He told me he had just read the couple of posts I had written about his pneumonia.  It was kind of rough to see him react that way - but, he is at the end of this hospital stay and he wants to be done.  So, I can see how things would start to get to him.  He said to me, "no comments?".  I showed him the comments on facebook where I had posted the entries.  He got choked up again. I have often said that I loved being single.  I enjoyed the freedom.  I enjoyed the independence.  I didn't have to answer to anyone - other than telling my kids where I would be.  The good thing about being married to Ted is that he, for the most part, allows me to have that independence.  He knows that I am a grownup and he knows that I would never do anything that would hurt him.  He trusts me and I trust him. We love spending time together - but, he doesn't feel like he ha...

Warning - the following entry has sexual content and may be offensive to some readers. Beyond that - it's funnier than hell!! I was getting my nails done this afternoon.  When I walked in, there was just one woman there getting her nails done.  I was directed to sit in the chair next to her.  Eventually, it got pretty busy and there were about five of us all together. I am sitting there, the older of the little Asian ladies is doing my nails. By the way, they look pretty dang pretty.  Suddenly, she looks at me and asks, "what is 69?"  I wasn't sure I heard her correctly and just sat there for a second.  Again, "what is 69?  Is it American thing?".  I just shook my head and said, "I don't know".  I wasn't sure she meant what she said.  The woman sitting next to her, also Asian, says to the woman who was there when I came in and says, "she wants to know what 69 is".  The women there, who knows all these woman by name, has th...