tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31594058302779831912024-03-13T01:12:56.363-07:00The Weekly CourtSomething original from Courtney Bush...CoCo's Blog Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891613058267199166noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159405830277983191.post-42952596185047388202013-01-22T12:45:00.003-08:002013-01-22T12:45:46.634-08:00Jane's BreakfastFunny things make me laugh. <br />
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Sitting at a local bar, I was chatting with a lady I have had a few conversations with, as she is a regular at this particular watering hole. Her name has been omitted from this little story, as to not embarrass or bring her to tears from the hilarity of her ridiculous story.<br />
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Jane (not her real name…) and I were conversing about the weight loss we have been trying to obtain through different means of motivation. We talked about weight watchers, random apps on our phones that count calories, and of course the ominous looking gyms we are both members of but have yet to set foot in more than once or twice a week. Clearly the gym is NOT very motivating. She proceeded to tell me she was currently working with an app on her phone that helped her count her daily calories. The app allowed her so many calories per day, based off her weight loss goal for the next few months.<br />
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She then went into the story about her most recent breakfast decision that very same morning. She proceeded to tell me she had really, really wanted a breakfast sandwich from McDonald’s. I asked her, “Aren’t those over 300 calories?” She told me they were, but since she was allowed about 1020 calories per day, she was going to splurge. She THEN told she was looking at the drive-thru menu and wanted an iced coffee. She told me, “So, I thought to myself… coffee can’t be THAT many calories! I will just get a large. Plus I like good, sugary drink to give me energy throughout the day.” <br />
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I could see that little skinny person in my brain saying, "Um... Jane?" I have no idea what my face looked like through this conversation, and I truly hope I didn’t offend this woman, but as she went on… I almost threw up.<br />
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She was through with her McDonalds choices, and I figured that was the end of the story, and she would then tell me she had used half her calories for the day. Nope. She continued her fast food saga, indicating she had been dying for “cheesy tots” for weeks! To myself, I thought, “What the hell are cheesy tots???” Her facial expression was priceless. She continued her every excited, adventruous tone and told me what happened next...<br />
After she got her 550 calorie, breakfast number one from McDonalds, she drove across the street to … wait for it… BURGER KING!!! WHAT?!?! (Remember the beginning of the story, where I was telling everyone we were talking about our weight loss goals… so on and so forth?, ya.) She got to the drive thru lane, where she ordered her… LARGE, cheesy tots. She then spotted the most wonderful thing you could ever want… per her awed expression. There, on dat dere drive-thru menu, was none other than the new and improved cinnamon rolls, limited time only. Yep. She leapt out of her chair, and exclaimed, “They were 3 for the price of 2!!!!! So, naturally, I had to get three!!!” <br />
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Psssh, Well...Naturally!!!!!<br />
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She told me she was so proud of herself, because she had been able to enter all the food she had eaten in the last week, on her phone. She said she inhaled the tots, breakfast sandwich, and her coffee. She got to work and proceeded to mow down on her first cinnamon roll, probably thinking, “This weight loss thing is easy peasy!” She THEN began entering her points into her phone…. Not so easy. <br />
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Ok, so… if you are afforded, say 1000 calories per day… when you begin to add food you have consumed, or rather inhaled, the calorie count indicating what is left for the day moves downward, until you have used all your calories for the day. Simple. Jane told me she had entered all her calories for the breakfast she had just devoured. Her calorie count was at a negative 212. She looked at me like she had asked a question and was waiting for me to solve the problem… uh…I just looked at her. I said, “Well, that sucks… guess you had to eat veggies for the rest of the day?” She had no clue what I had meant. She told me she had no idea why she was at a negative number. She said, “I added food, and the number went down… I don’t get it. How would I end up with a negative number?” I tried to tell her, in the nicest, most nonjudgemental way possible, the calorie count was depleted with the food she had eaten,and that she had a negative amount of calories left for the day… she STILL did not get it.<br />
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I left the pub baffled. I realized I wasn’t all that bad at losing weight. <br />
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Jane’s last comments to me were, “Maybe I should just get cheesy tots and a sandwich instead of the cinnamon rolls? I think my phone is broken.” No, Hunny, I think your brain is broken… permanently. Go get some cheesy tots.<br />
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CoCo's Blog Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891613058267199166noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159405830277983191.post-72929127365362997122012-09-18T10:01:00.001-07:002012-09-18T10:01:22.946-07:00Here we go again...My last post spoke of motivation; motivation to lose weight! Well, here we are sometime later, and I think I have gained a total of 5 pounds. Nice going. My days of no bad food, have, once again, fled from my fatty body, and in their place have been cupcake, Mt. Dew, Thai food eating days… which, I love. As I am typing this, I am literally sitting at my desk munching on a chocolate cupcake with a cream cheese center, and choc. butter cream frosting to top it off. What the hell is wrong with me? <br />
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Moving on… Motivation is my lacking point. I have no motivation. I like to go home at night, hang out, and sit on my butt. I used to be fit, flexible, and muscular. Forget that, because all my muscular amazingness has turned to fatty MC-nastiness. Bleck!<br />
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I think part of what will motivate me will be this blog. I need to take advantage of the internet access, and truly genius mind I have (anyone laughing yet??). I love reading other blog writers stories, and I think as long as I keep up the good work, which has yet come to pass, then I need to record, record, record!<br />
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Here I go. (again) - - - - -on my own? (GAH! I have to stop thinking about song lyrics!)<br />
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CoCo's Blog Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891613058267199166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159405830277983191.post-86346540175901936062012-07-31T09:30:00.004-07:002012-07-31T09:34:13.596-07:00Motivation for ChangeHere’s the deal. I am fat. I need to lose weight, and no one can tell me any differently. I think I have bored by boyfriend with countless conversations about me losing weight, and never really tackling the problem. I endeavored to win with Weight Watchers before my surgery. There, with no working out, I lost about 5 pounds in the 5 weeks, not including the 8 that was taken with my surgery. That is all fine and dandy, but my motivation subsided when real results were not given, and I grew tired of trying to plan my meals. My mistake. Seriously. I gained the weight I had lost, along with the weight chopped off, almost. Sickening.<br />
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So…here is my plan. I am going to lose weight. My goal is completely attainable, and motivating. I have a great gym membership, for pennies a month, and have people to back me up. Mom & Dad, I need your support. Mom, ask me to go bike riding, please. I have a perfectly good bike, good legs, and great sweat glands. I can do it. Morgan? You are my biggest fan, and while I am unable to see your awesome face, keep me in line buddy, with texts and phone calls. Please help me attain my goal. I will send picks and measurements upon request :) Aunt Sherry? Keep me going. You, I see almost every week, and while I don’t need you to tell me how much “better” I look, I need you to ask me how I am doing. Don’t let me fabricate my results. Make me be honest with myself. <br />
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I can do this. I can do this. I WILL DO THIS!<br />
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My goal weight is 75.2 pounds less than what I weight right now. (And, NO, I am not divulging my current weight to all of you. Buzz off if you think I am sharing that kind of nonsense. It’s embarrassing.) It’s attainable, I swear, and it will make me weigh about what I did when I was a sophomore in high school. Having less chest will help too. <br />
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By Christmas of this year, I want to weigh 20 pounds less. I think I can do that. No, I KNOW I can do that.<br />
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I want to share this picture with you; it was given to me by a gal at work. It’s motivation enough, and if I can get my swimming/marching band legs and muscles back, I am in it to win it, folks. <br />
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Since my last post, a lot has happened. The weekend after the 4th, we had a baby shower for my sister and her husband, as they will welcome baby girl, Mia Rene into this world in mid-November. It was great to spend time with my sister’s and their families, since as you all may know (or not), everyone has moved out the state, except for me. Morgan now lives in Denton, TX, and goes to UNT. Lauren lives in Longview, TX with her husband, and soon to be freshly hatched Miss Mia. Adrian lives in Columbia, MO with her husband and my niece, Julianna. Every chance I get, to see my siblings; I take, because I miss them beyond reason, sometimes. (**sniff**)<br />
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Anyway, enough with that. <br />
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My dad had his 60th birthday on July 5th. I had the 4th off work, and hung out with the family coming in town for the rest of the week. We had dinner the night of Dad’s birthday, and then had a huge family/friend birthday party for him the night of Lauren’s shower. It had been in the upper 90’s to almost 100 when people were in town, and the heat index did not help. By the time 6:30p or so, rolled around, Saturday night, I was ready to head for home. I was exhausted! Even, though it was hot, I still enjoyed the time spent with my family. It’s nice to have them around, like old times!<br />
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Since then, I have been back to work, have hung out with Anne and Miss Bailey Babe, and had my 3 month post-op appointment with Dr. Ganske. The appointment went well, and I do not have to see Dr. Ganske again for a year! Hopefully by then, I will be thinner, more toned, and feel better about myself. I do, however, feel wonderful after my surgery. Honestly, it took me so long to even inquire about the surgery, and when I finally did, I was pleasantly surprised and so happy when I decided to go through with it. Not a day goes by where I don’t look back and realize it was not that bad, it was easy. I would do it again.<br />
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Well, that is it in a nutshell, for now. I’ll be back… maybe even next week!<br />
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P.S. I want to start sharing the movies, shows, and music I have watched, discovered or purchased. This last two weeks, I have watched the 4th season of Damages (AMAZING!), purchased the new Zac Brown Band Album, and watched the 2011 version of the Three Musketeers, The Sitter, and U.S. Marshals (it was on TV one day). I wouldn’t watch the sitter if you don’t like bad words and a lot of people talking about drugs… ha! …No really, I’m serious. Don’t watch it.<br />
<br />CoCo's Blog Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891613058267199166noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159405830277983191.post-9427521119150499842012-07-03T09:45:00.004-07:002012-07-03T09:45:54.165-07:00Ann & Andy (Raggidy?)I find myself saddened today.<br />
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I don't think it's fair the way people are treated in this world. News included.<br />
I do not agree with what Ann Curry was put through on the Today show. I tend to watch the Today show while getting ready in the mornings, and while I know NBC did not think she fit the bill, they should have given her a better send off. 15 years of her life was spent on that morning show couch, and she had to be publicly humiliated on national morning television, and was asked to say her goodbye in a mere 40 seconds. Give me a break. I liked her. I thought she was smart, very attractive, and someone I would love to sit and have a cocktail or a coffee with. I am so sorry Ann, and I hope you teach NBC a lesson... somehow. I know she still has a spot and new title with NBC news, however, I don't think things were handled well, and I do not agree with how NBC handled themselves. It' crap. (Just Sayin')<br />
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On to Andy :)<br />
I remember the times spent on Aunt Sherry's couch watching what was once Morgan, Aunt Sherry, and my favorite show, the Andy Griffith Show. We loved little Ron Howard the whole gang, summed up with the Dad, Sheriff, heart-throb, and all around good-guy Andy Griffith. I loved that show, and even today, when I caught random glimpses into the past while flipping through channels, I would stop and watch the episode. <br />
Rest peacefully, Andy, and thanks for making TV clean fun for my brother and I! You will be missed, Mr. Matlock.<br />
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Here are a few of the really funny ones, without the extra yuck fluff!<br />
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Ch'ya! I've been saying that to A LOT of boys from high school..... NOT!</div>
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HAHAHAHAHAAA.... random story comes to mind.</div>
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I don't think there are any truer words than this. I LOVE people who are a lot older than me... but there are some who decide to ignore the "Minimum 40mph" sign attached to the speed limit sign. Ya, there is a reason they are scared to get on the highways... they think people are speeding around them, when people are actually going the speed limit.</div>
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Troubled Look.</div>
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It's sad... but I KNOW someone, personally, who is EXACTLY like this.</div>
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Can you imagine some hoity-toity exec. saying something like that when he is out wasted one night?</div>
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Guess they are all losers like us!</div>
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Love, Anne</div>
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I was once told that you know you are in love with someone when you are able to fart in front of eachother. These two people are now married, and regret ever saying that!!!</div>
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Ya, and while your at it, crap-head, don't compare your life to mine.</div>
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<br />CoCo's Blog Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891613058267199166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159405830277983191.post-24318382732677386092012-06-22T08:08:00.002-07:002012-06-22T08:08:37.145-07:00April 4, 2012I woke up this morning, got dressed and headed off to work, when I realized I had not officially thanked certain people in my life who stepped up to help me during my time of need. <br />
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About 2 1/2 months ago, my body underwent a very evasive surgery. While my body is completely healed, and feel wonderful, I was scared in the beginning, and had a wonderful support system to back me up. I don't know how people do things like this without support systems.<br />
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I am feeling wonderful and would take the plunge again, in a heartbeat.<br />
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So... thank you Mom and Aunt Sherry who stayed by my side throughout the day. Thank you Aunt Sherry for pampering me the day after, taking me home, and setting me up with food, drinks, and pills :) Thank you Wendy and Em, for being some of the best friends I have ever known and allowing me to mope around the house for awhile. I think you will both agree, I am much happier now, and wouldn't have changed a thing! Thank you to Anne and Miss Bailey for coming to visit me, constantly checking on me, and giving me loves when I needed them! Dad, thanks for stopping what you were doing that night and popping in for a few hours to check on me in the surgery center! And thank you, to my wonderful hunny bunch who was always willing to come over, watch movies with me, re-rent ones I hadn't watched, and cuddle with me b/c I was hurt. I very much love everyone in this email, and am so blessed to have them as part of my life.<br />
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<br />CoCo's Blog Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891613058267199166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159405830277983191.post-51910809860173994192012-06-21T15:05:00.001-07:002012-06-21T15:06:20.339-07:00Thursdays - You know the week has gone on too long when you find yourself discussing the possibilties of writing chocolate syrup words in your coffeeRecently, well, I take that back... My WHOLE life I have been obsessed with one thing in particular. This thing speaks to me though its sound waves. There are certain genre's that do nothing for me, and quite frankly, I don't even consider them this particular item at all. I know the people who know me the best in life can imagine what I may be speaking of... Music? Good job. Give yourself a gold star for today.<br />
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My music obsessions have taken me from concert to concert, from jam to jam, from band to band, from genre to genre, to heaven and back. Sometimes, I literally feel my feet being lifted beneath me, pushing e upwards towards the Creator, Himself. How can something so made of this earth sound so spectacular and truly awe inspiring? There is music in heaven, I know it.<br />
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Well, I thought I would list a few songs I have been obsessed with lately, and maybe they will give you the same thrill they have given me.<br />
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Miranda Lambert : The House that Built Me<br />
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Heros : Michael W. Smith<br />
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Welcome Home : Michael W Smith <br />
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Distance : Christina Perri<br />
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That’s Why I Pray : Big & Rich <br />
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Free : Zac Brown Band<br />
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Forest Gump : <br />
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Last but not least, I find myself in Meg Ryan's shoes, realizing that Mr. Fox is, in fact, her wonderful internet friend, whom she is so desperately in love with... you know, since she is in love with Mr. F.O.X. too... how is love THIS perfect sometimes? Gah, I love these two. Here is, "Over the Rainbow" - Harry Nilsson <br />
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Just copy and paste the links into your internet explorer. Enjoy :)CoCo's Blog Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891613058267199166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159405830277983191.post-87963786030754984462012-06-16T15:57:00.002-07:002012-06-16T15:57:52.269-07:00Officially on YouTube!Hey All... Uncle Mark, Dad, and Bryan all went fishing a few weeks ago. Dad texted me the Friday night they were gone, as I was singing the Anthem at the Barnstormers game in town. I was unable to send the entire video to Uncle Mark via email, so I added it to YouTube! Enjoy!<br />
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<a href="http://youtu.be/ptMk9PLrvkY">http://youtu.be/ptMk9PLrvkY</a>CoCo's Blog Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891613058267199166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159405830277983191.post-8507708432203805212012-06-15T14:55:00.003-07:002012-06-15T14:55:37.177-07:00The General PublicQuote of the day :<br />
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"You can never underestimate the stupidity of the general public." – Scott Adams<br />
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A-freaking-men, Scott. Sitting with my friends at work this week, we have had numerous encounters with the “general public.” Whether it be on our lunch breaks, driving to and from work, or speaking with people on the phone, we all have had some kind of insanely frustrating experience dealing with what Scott calls, the “general public.”<br />
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I suppose, to most people who don’t know me, I am a part of their idea of the general public. Not true. To me, the general public are the people who go throughout life thinking they own it all, they rule the world, no one else is important, and why should they think any different? These people have stupid parents. <br />
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The general public seems to be the people who don’t look or signal when attempting to come over into your lane of traffic, going 70mph on the highway, during rush hour. You slam on your brakes, blare your horn, and try to hold your cool as numerous obscenities come screaming to the tip of your tongue. In these instances, there is no other option that to chill, and allow the blood to rush back through the rest of your body and leave your boiling hot face. I’ve gotten so mad, before, I literally have felt my eye balls begin to pop out of my head. Bad deal. <br />
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The general public also seems to be the people on the other end of the phone, reporting some kind of incident (I am a claims adjuster), and after speaking with you for 30 minutes, simply realize out of the blue that their vehicle’s estimate doesn’t even scratch the surface of their deductible. Their light bulb response? “Oops. Never mind, Courtney. Disregard what we talked about.” Uh, ya, alright. So glad I am able to retrieve my loss of time in my life there. Maybe I should sue you for my loss of time, dipwad! We either pay or get out of the way… the general public’s definition of a claims adjuster. <br />
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The general public, I think, are the people that leave a busy restaurant on lunch, walk to their car and sit in their vehicle and eat their lunch, as people are waiting for their parking spot. Only, for us to walk up to the door after walking a mile to get to the restaurant, we find there is an old man in his Caddi backing out of a prime spot. Awesome. Oh wait, but the people in the restaurant take the cake. There are three lines. Three. Soup. Salad. Sandwich. Pick one, folks and get your butt in line for the item you wish to consume. Duh. People wander around, look at their watches, ask stupid questions, and may as well have their finger stuck up their nose. Move your hiney! It’s all about them you know. Oh, and b/c they can’t decide want they want, they take up all three lanes, and after you have made your decision, you try and get into the correct line, slightly in front of the indecisive general public figure head, only to hear, “Uh, I was in line first.” It takes everything I have not to haul off and punch the person in the mouth; and don’t you dare think I care about gender. Dumb is dumb. Honestly, I find myself looking at them in complete disbelief with my mouth hanging open. They just look at me, shrug, and proceed to take up all three lines, only to find out when they all three counter finally open up for them, they chose to get the soup. I wanted the freaking sandwich. There should be a button on my back that says, “Push, to proceed the tearing out of your head of hair.”<br />
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This was ONLY this week. And while I was only able to mention a few tidbits of what actually happens in my world, I am sure more will come out with time. There are some that simply cannot go unnoted. To me, finally, the general public stereo type is one used for people who simply don’t use common sense. Hence (and I know there are people making fun of me utilizing that word), I am not a member of the ever growing general public. I don’t think people understand what common sense is… I mean, come on! Why would a 60+ year old woman be walking around in the Walmart meat department with her boobies her pants? Need a visual? Seriously… woman, 60+ (at least), no shirt, only brown pants, and boobies hanging to her knees, tucked in her pants… “Pssshh… what’s the need for a shirt, honey, when we can just use these pants, and this really neat elastic stuff!” She then proceeds to her closet and puts on her bright orange cowgirl boots… ok, so I just made that part up, but I didn’t think it was much more over the top, am I right? (Shutter)<br />
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People mystify me. No idea where their head is when they wake up in the morning… or afternoon… or whenever they decide to grace the normal people of this world with their ever stupefying presence. <br />
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All this to say, thank God the week is over. I am walking out of work tonight, a little bit dumber. Shouldn’t it be the other way around? Dunno.<br />
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To end on a good note… I wrote a song this week. Now, all I need to do is find time for some piano playing this weekend… when? Where? Who knows.<br />
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<br />CoCo's Blog Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891613058267199166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159405830277983191.post-47357362269761465432012-06-13T13:30:00.002-07:002012-06-13T13:32:41.474-07:00Bailey AnneAbout 3 months ago (almost), I had the pleasure of watching my "niece" come into this world. Child birth is such a miracle, and while I was mortified at times and hell bent on never ever having children of my own, I was able to see the truly amazing power God has given women to give life to a brand new human being. How awesome. The process alone, from conception to birth, is astonishing. How ten little fingers and toes, not to mention eyes, heart, and brain, form in this sack of fluid is beyond me. How can anyone think any differently?<br />
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Anyway, Anne and Jake asked me to be there during Bailey's first appearance, and during that time I was asked to take photos. I received this handy dandy new camera from a dear family member for my birthday last year, and I am surprised the thing isn't worn out already. I have been a photography fiend!<br />
As I was there watching this miraculous thing, I snapped photos here and there. I promise the ones placed on the blog are 'G' rated (as I would NEVER think of porting anything more). Love you, Miss Anne.<br />
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Here is my experience. Enjoy, and as time passes, there will be more to come.<br />
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<br />CoCo's Blog Spothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03891613058267199166noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3159405830277983191.post-19530225616481351002012-06-13T13:01:00.002-07:002012-06-13T13:01:36.526-07:00Fresh and NewStarting fresh in life is a good feeling.<br />
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I love what I love, and hate what I hate. I think this may be a good place to write down thoughts, happy and sad, no matter where those thoughts take me in life, hopefully you all will enjoy reading about what makes me, well… me! Thanks for putting up with me deleting Facebook, Twitter, and all the random social networking BS stations we are all so encouraged to be a part of. I think BlogSpot is probably no better, but at least here, there is no set color, no set mood, and no set section to add what everyone else thinks about your life. Here, it can be about me. (selfish, I know).<br />
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