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Coco Enriquez
Coco Enriquez

CoCo is a self-professed nut and extremist in her ways. A teacher by nature, Coco is a child at heart, chronicling the adventures of her household of 6 as she manages to raise 3 wild boys, 1 sassy daughter, and keep up with the things that keep her sane: writing, running, and analyzing other "crazies" like herself. Bakersfield bred, Coco moved to San Diego at the ripe age of 15 where she met her husband and was quickly immersed in a rather large Filipino Family --- a culture shock to say the least; always entertained and learning new lessons each day in social etiquette and how not to offend people -- she continues to grow in the art of nurturing her children whom she affectionately refers to as Beauty and the Beasts. Read more on her life, laughs, and lessons on her blog, Coco The Nut~ Reflections of Madwoman: Cocothenut.blogspot.com.

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Coco Enriquez

Crap Jobs and Big Girl Pants

In my 27+ years of living, I have had my fair share of crap jobs…

At the ripe age of 15, I was a roller girl at Sonic Drive-In. The entire 2 months I held this job, I was scared for my life. I would strap on my roller skates each day and roll out to the windows of burger-craving patrons. It would take me longer than most to actually make it to the window of each customer because Read More

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Drink The Kool-Aid

Okay, a bit of depression set in the other day when I stepped on the scale and realized I had gained more fluff than I was content with. The scale wasn’t the first alarm. The stitches in my pants had been crying out long before I stepped on the scale. Read More

Lessons
Coco Enriquez

The Facebook Challenge

Its been a good few weeks of being outside the box. What is this box I speak of? The Social Media one…The Facebook/Twitter box…the one that suggests you “like” things and draws you in like a magnet that makes you refer back to its pages multiple times a day, looking for entertainment or affirmation. Read More

Fitness

I Still Get High on the Weekend

Ahhhh…Saturday morning, up early and ready to go get my next fix before my family awakes. It will take me a half-hour before the high sets in so I quietly sneak out of the house, pizza from last night in my right hand and my cell phone in my left. It’s a misty morning and the trails are patiently awaiting my arrival. I step out of my swagger wagon, aka “The Black Pearl” (my trusty Honda Odyssey), and take a deep breath of fresh, wet, San Diego air.

I know I won’t get the feeling I desire until I get going… Read More