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 |   I am finding my stride and living life in a world filled with chaos and change. |
  And here's my Simpsonized picture...  and my daughter, Baba. Isn't she cute?  Actually, I need to upload the whole family, just for the heck of it sometime. Then, I'll always have them right here with me.  This journal forced itself into being because I loathe, no, I mean, I love to write. It is a struggle to state what I am thinking inside so a daily blog is just what I need. Not because I want to, I must. My thoughts are begging to be heard before they are lost in the caverns of my mind.  |
For today's post, we were asked to discuss the one thing we no longer worry about. Well, I can say with full assurance that I no longer worry about getting to work on time because I am a stay home MOM these days!  For years, I fussed about my time, always getting up just so that I could make it to work for many years. The happiest days of my life came when we decided I would stay home to raise our daughter, and help her through homeschooling. Gone was the stress; gone are the coworkers looking for gossip; now there is only peace and our family. Ah, life is good! The Tale of Coco Adore:     |
| I'm not in the best mood to write today, and I wanted to write yesterday when the topic was "who do you admire most in your life or from the world?" My title is a terrible paraphrase of the original but the point is, I didn't write and now, my face is hurting, so now I must go find some meds. Later... Adore |
Soft homemade oatmeal cookies with raisins I did say oatmeal cookies brought back favorite childhood memories...homemade ones with a smell that filled our humble home. ♥ There is a back story to this because I must admit that we lived with our own personal cookie monster...my mother. She adored, and still loves, cookies, in any shape or form but due to our humble estate, other varieties were consumed less often. However, since we ate oatmeal pretty regularly, we had oatmeal on hand...and cookies were made by my mother with love. It was always a happy experience when oatmeal cookies were prepared. Me and my sister would sit in the kitchen and watch our mother put the mix together. My eyes watched with hawk-like intensity since I purposed in myself to learn the recipe for my own. I enjoyed baking from a young age, so I wanted to master the oatmeal recipe. I even enjoyed them with raisins. We ate them for snacks back then and didn't think much about how they looked. Oh, now the things we feed our children today and I'm guilty as the rest! I loved the brand Mrs. Allison's Homemade cookies, as well, when we couldn't bake them. Once I moved away I couldn't find those soft cookies here in Indiana but it might be because their cookies are from a local manufacturer from Hazelwood, MO, which is my hometown. So ,there you go. Nothing real special but eating homemade oatmeal cookies reminds me of some of the most enjoyable times in my life, when the days were innocent and it was alright to play all day. Well, off to catch the season premiere of American Idol...hope this won't be time wasted. Of course, it is, and I'm not fooling anyone, especially myself.  Catch ya later...The Tale of Coco Adore: ** Image ID #1523746 Unavailable ** ** Image ID #25234 Unavailable ** |
My Worst Quality For today's blog entry, we are to discuss our worst qualities about ourselves...oh, boy! This one shouldn't be too hard to speak about since I posted this in a rant a few weeks back. However, I will try to be a bit more logical sounding as well as slightly academic. If I were being honest, which I am, I'd have to say that my worst quality is my lack of organization. I am not an orderly person, and I know some of these traits are taught so, I can't honestly be blamed for what my parents didn't do themselves. Oh, wait! They were unorganized too, well, not my Dad but he didn't share it and I never learned it. What is amazing to me is watching someone who is organized dive into an unorganized mess. They can see it arranged in their mind. When I look at an unorganized mess I see my life stretching out in front of me, in an endless piled up mess that I can never arrange. This year I set it as one of my resolutions to try to get organized because I do not want my youngest child to end up like me, where things get worked out or put away but it is all consuming and draining to finish. I mean, I'm the one who will gladly go trim the hedges before organizing the living room or dusting. To be honest, and I'm starting to dig deep...can't go too deep for this blog posting, but I just think it all is related to yada-yada. If anyone here is still a Seinfield fan,this is from the "Yada Yada" episode where George's girlfriend uses the term "yada yada" to gloss over things she doesn't want to discuss. It was hilarious and there's a Youtube video on it if you want to see it. Anyway, that's where I'm at with it. I used to do chores as a child, and in my teenage years and yada-yada, I don't do them unless its necessary. So, I don't know what it is and I am sure many women's opinion of me just dropped dramatically by this confession but it's true and it's my life. It's not pretty at all, and I've had to live with myself, and so has my husband who thankfully did not pick up this bad quality. His good quality of being organized did not rub off on me either but I know he had to put some ideals aside to live with me all of these years. What some people have to go through for love!  That is another post and I'm sure my husband could chime in on that one with a few sidebars...so, there you go. Thanks again for reading my post! The Tale of Coco Adore:  |
January 10, 2013: What's worse: extremely cold weather or extremely hot weather? That was our question for today's blog post and this one is not hard for me to choose. I've lived in a state, or shall I say a city for most of my life, prior to our move to Indiana some 20+ years ago, but when I did live in this city, the weather was always muggy, humid and the heat was oppressive. So, I am sure you can guess from my opening lines that I'm going to say extreme heat it the worse...and yep, bingo! You win the challenge, you are the prize winner here, because HEAT is something that you can do little about to find relief. I'm not a swimmer, never learned but that is one of my future plans to learn this in my life but even if I had, we never could afford a pool, and public swimming is an absolute NO for me. I KNOW you can always bundle up or down, put on coats, and sweaters, light a fire, drink loads of tea and coffee to get warm but in the heat? There just isn't enough to do to cool a person down. Without a doubt, HEAT is the worse one in my book! Hands down.  Well, I think I've said enough, my kid is still up. I bid thee adieu. The Tale of Coco Adore: ** Image ID #25234 Unavailable ** |
When I thought of today's question of what my favorite movie as a child was, and since it was when I was a child, it had to be an oldie but goodie. Funny how time just sneaks up on you like a stalker. Anyway, I have to say, and this will sound cliche but my fave movie as a child was the Wizard of Oz. It was, and still is, a favorite of mine because it still has the capacity to captivate the audience in spite of all of the advances with technology today. A good movie will always be that because of solid actors who were dedicated to their craft, the "technicolor" that changed from black and white to color once Dorothy was in the land of Oz, and the story tied to others in their respective parts of the country. There was Dorothy, Aunt Em and I forget the uncle's name but I am not alone in that, I am sure. There wasn't any Black people in the movie, so I didn't relate to it on that level. I think that if you look at it intelligently, as I have had to in a society that has consistently denied that blacks live the similar lives as their white counterparts, and therefore their children just might dream of a place far away and could appreciate a world like the land of Oz, just as I did as a child. I bought this movie last year on Amazon and played it for my daughter who is now 7. She just loved it, just as I did as a wee one. However,I am glad that she is viewing it from a very happy perspective and is only looking at it for the special effects and the ruby slippers worn by Dorothy. It's interesting how you can take the same movie, and show it again, and depending on the circumstances the person exists in, they see it from a totally opposite perspective. I'm glad my daughter feels secure in our home and can live confidently in her world. It makes all the disparity between the two. Yes, I did enjoy the Wizard of Oz as a child because it provided a world that was dreamy and far away from the dirt and ugliness around me, and it allowed me to dream. Thanks for reading my post! The Tale of Coco Adore: ** Image ID #1396102 Unavailable ** ** Image ID #1664809 Unavailable ** |
When I was, very young and long time ago in a yellowed memory reel, I had a pet dog and I named her Princess. What was her breed? I don't know and neither did the people looking for a place for her to live. She was a black dog, and I remember how glossy her coat was. She was the envy of the neighborhood and she was stolen within the month of us owning her. I was pretty heartbroken and from that point onward, I leaned more toward cats. I could keep a cat inside the house, where they could stay safe and not get nabbed by animal nappers. Our first cat was a runt I named Tasjha. She was all white with sparkling blue eyes and the most gorgeous coat. She was a vision and she seemed to know it. I treated her like a baby, carrying her with me in a baby blanket most days, until the fateful evening when we were moving from our home and we had an overnight in a non-animal lover's home. She had to stay in the garage and someone opened the garage door, unwittingly and she escaped, never to return to my blanket again. I was inconsolable until another small runt-like kitten I named Tahiti ( I was always dreaming of far away places) mewed up at me in the backyard. Again, I brought her indoors and she became the family pet. For many years, even once I moved out and got married, we only had cats for pets. In our early days of marriage, we had a total of seven cats running around the house at one time. I now realize how excessive this sounds and is, but when I was younger, it seemed completely normal. I doubly realize the love my husband had and still has for me in order to agree to such an arrangement. I digress though. We moved several times and always a cat was in our home, until Cinnabon, our Shih Tzu arrived. The most cuddly ball of fur I had ever seen and personality for days. Our son was not happy to see a dog in the house since he'd been raised on cats alone. Cinnabon was a lovable yet particular and time consuming as a child. I had the responsibility of caring for him along with caring for our daughter, and it proved too much for me. I had to make a hard decision but it worked out well in the end. While in school, I was able to post a note on the campus billboard for someone looking for a ShihTzu with all his shots and flea free, at no cost. Several people replied and we were able to gift him to a family with young children around 9 and 12 to help their mom with caring for him. Oh, and did I mention they owned 2 other Shih Tzu's of their own and were used to their high standing culinary tastes? It was so hard to give him away, and my daughter still brings him up from time to time. I still consider him my dog but I know this was the best thing to do with my working on my master's degree and all at the time. So, I cannot say that I am a dog person or a cat person because I love them both dearly and would take either again as pets, if my nerves will let me. The Tale of Coco Adore: ** Image ID #1664809 Unavailable ** |
Every year, I hear that most people resolve to do some things differently or something new from what they did the last year but as usual, I find myself too scattered to even make up a sheet with things I'd like to accomplish within the upcoming year. Well, I did finish my master's this past year...and it was an all consuming beast to conquer, so maybe that's why I never had the time. It's hard to get out of that rhythm. However, for the sake of the blog post, I will attempt to make up a list of things I will resolve to do this year. 1) I will resolve to write more on WDC than I did the past year. Writing for me was so important when I joined back in 2004 and I had to set it aside as I pursued my degrees over the years. I would write a bit here and there but I had to get my mind in a more academic frame of thought so, it's going to take a bit of time to get back to where I was. This is the first thing I want to do this year. 2) I want to get more organized this year. That is a broad goal but at this point, that's all I can do to start with. Getting organized on a broad level. Ha! Good luck with that one, right? 3) I must exercise more this year. Argh!!!! Every year of my life prior to the one when I realized that I was no longer that young and active, which I maintained by my active lifestyle that is no more, I never had to exercise. Now I do. It's just a necessary part of getting older. Especially since my cholesterol test showed I had too low levels of the good cholesterol. At least I can start before I won't care to. 4) I must resolve to engage in activities that will help to maximize my knowledge and my learning. I have learned so much these past years that I need to use it for something...good and worthwhile. I must resolve to this in 2013. Well, that's that. I didn't even think I would get that out so fast. Thanks for reading my post. The Tale of Coco Adore: ** Image ID #1396102 Unavailable ** The Tale of Coco Adore: |
I had to think on this one...carefully because I felt I needed all of my senses to feel whole. I asked my husband about it and we discussed it a bit. The sense of sight...I couldn't let that one go because I'm hanging on to it as it is right now, so I had to keep that one. My sense of hearing...it's one of my best traits. I can hear things scurrying around outside, I hear when someone stops out across the street from our home and is talking in raised voices, it's one of my past times to hear and check on the noise like an old bitty, so I can't let that one go either. My sense of taste. Ahhhh, the taste of food. The taste of liquid and other pleasurable tastes. As I have grown older, and being in my mid thirties is older, I've found I enjoy food so much more than I did when I was younger. Maybe it is because I have the time now to eat and drink what I want. I enjoy jumping around with my daughter with candy in my mouth (my grandmother would just spank me if she could see me teaching my daughter bad habits) and eating ice cream...no! I cannot give up the sense of taste! It would be too much. Ok, on to the next one. Sense of touch....hmmm. Is that important? Oh, it definitely is! If I couldn't feel the hugs my daughter gives me and my son when he visits, and OH, my grandson's hugs! I don't even need to go into my husband's touch...no! I cannot give up the sense of touch. Well, the sense of smell. If I couldn't smell things...would that be a bad thing? Probably not. It would spare me the smell when it's time to change a diaper, or take out the trash, or all the unpleasant cleaning products noxious odors that tend to invade the nose cavity. Okay, I think I can give up the sense of smell. I just hope I can still taste the Chicken Bryan from Carrabbas...all will be well with the world. The Tale of Coco Adore:  |
| January 2, 2013: What was the longest amount of time you have spent waiting on line for something? What was it, and was it worth the wait? Well, I finally am gonna try to write about something today. So, we were asked about the time we waited a long time, in line, for something and I had to confer with my hubby for it since I stopped waiting in line for things these days. If it's a return, I won't do it until there is a short line. If it is dining, we go at a more convenient time but my husband reminded me of the time when I waited, with him, for something. It took me back on a memory ride because it had to do with rides, and it was on our honeymoon. The time was 1993 and we were celebrating our wedding anniversary. We took two days to visit Six Flags over Great America (is it even called that anymore, I wonder?) They had the best ride at the time called Batman: The Ride and everyone wanted to get on this ride. I'd never been to Six Flags before and it was our honeymoon, as I had previously stated, and the lines for this ride were horrendous. Oh, and did I mention it was hot too? It was. The line seemed to snake not only around the ride but around the whole park, there were so many riders waiting to get on this ride. We stood in this time for over two hours, in the heat but...IT WAS SOOOOO worth it!!!! They had some of the scenes from the movie situated around the ride as you waited to go inside and as you went inside the structure, there were props sitting all around. The music from the movie played the more you walked inside, and soon we forgot about our wait. I will always treasure the memory of that day. So, not all waiting is is a bad thing. Some waits are can be good and worth the time spent. Thanks for reading my post! The Tale of Coco Adore: ** Image ID #1523746 Unavailable ** ** Image ID #1664809 Unavailable ** The Tale of Coco Adore: ** Image ID #1523746 Unavailable ** ** Image ID #1664809 Unavailable ** |
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