Happy Easter!!

Not all stars are found in heaven. Some are found beneath the heavens and if you're lucky enough to find one, grab that star and never let her go.....


Cocaine Princess here.

I'm blogging from San Andres Island. I'm not sure if anyone of you have traveled here but San Andres is a very small island. Despite its' size the island is covered in sugar white sand and the water has seven different shades of blue. I left yesterday evening. I'm only here for the long weekend. Yesterday, Good Friday proved to be quite the day. 'A' had a mini pre-Easter party at the house inviting some of her students and their parents over for lunch. As she was getting things ready she asked me to open the bag of mini chocolate Easter eggs and place them in a bunny shaped bowl. I looked at the eggs. They were in a mesh-net bag that contained about 50 or so eggs covered in shiny pastel colored foil. 'How come you didn't buy the Godiva chocolate eggs? And where are the Godiva truffles?' I asked. 'The chocolates are for the children and they're not going to care whether they're eating Godiva or some other brand of chocolates,' she replied. 'But Godiva tastes so much better,' I stated. 'As long as it's chocolate the kids will be happy. They're not going to know the difference. I don't think any 5 or 6 year old even knows about Godiva chocolates.' she said back. 'I did at that age,' I said to her. 'And you're probably the only 5 year old, Valentina included who did know.' she replied back. 'Would it kill some parents to set aside some time to teach their kids some of the finer things in life. When I have a little girl I plan to.' 'What if you have a boy?' she asked. 'He'll know the finer things in life too,' I answered. 'All little boys care about are video games and wrestling,' she stated. 'What are you serving for lunch and please tell me you're having it catered?' I then asked. 'I am,' she answered.' 'By who?' I questioned. 'Pizza Hut,' she replied. 'Pizza Hut?' I repeated back. 'A' starting laughing and said, 'once again these are 5 and 6 year olds. I'm not going to serve them lobster and caviar. And before you ask about dessert I ordered Easter cupcakes from the bakery.' 'What are you doing for gift bags?' I asked. 'Each child is going to go home with a Cadbury Egg Hunting Kit,' she said. The Cadbury Egg Hunting Kit contains various chocolate eggs from the Cadbury company, a letter from the Easter Bunny and a mini plush bunny that clucks when you squeeze it.
Within the hour the pizzas arrived followed soon by the parents and their kids. All the little girls wore their pretty new dresses and hats while the boys came dressed in suits and ties. They each gave 'A' an Easter card, chocolates and tulips. She had been given so many tulips it looked like Amsterdam. While 'A' was serving lunch to the kids three of them wondered away. One little girl got a hold of my carry-on that was to one side in the living room and began going up and down the foyer saying 'zoom, zoom!' All I kept on thinking, 'not on the ceramic floors.' Another little girl kept shaking the potted artifical palm tree while a third child, a little boy no less kept on rubbing the breasts on a statue. Located throughout the house I have various nude artistic statues, one of them being Venus on a shell who sits on a pedestal. As he kept on rubbing Venus he would say 'boobies! boobies!' and laughing each time he did. The parents of these three were busy chatting it up with the other parents. I picked up the bowl of mini chocolate eggs and said to the children three magic words, 'who wants chocolate?' And just like that the little girl stopped shaking the palm tree, the other little girl stopped dead in her tracks from zooming and the little boy finally stopped molesting Venus. 'If you want these chocolates you have to follow me.' I walked slowly towards the kitchen with the three following me and their eyes fixated on the bowl. Parents everywhere, please forgive me if I sounded like a creepy kidnapper trying to lure children with candy into my car. I love and adore children but I have no experience with them. To one side of the family room the children were gathered around eating pizza and watching It's The Easter Beagle Charlie Brown! as their parents sat in the kitchen eating and drinking. I decided to sit at the table with the parents which were all moms. The conversations ran around these subjects. One spoke about whether or not they were going to renew their membership to Costco. Another missed an episode of Martha Stewart, the one where she makes her rack of lamb. Another mom informed her the recipe was on Martha's website and would email her the video link. The conversation then shifted as to whether or not the school would be holding Summer Day Camp. 'A' informed the parents she hadn't heard anything from the school administrators and probably wouldn't until late May. Some of the mothers began arranging play dates and like Charlie Brown always says, Good Grief! Good Grief indeed as I can honestly say I had absolutely nothing in common with these women so I excused myself and went over to the children. And let me tell you now the conversations proved far more interesting. One little girl was just full of questions. She was in a pink water-lily printed dress with a matching headband. She was examining my nail polish and touching each and every fingernail. She asked:

Little Girl:

What's this color called?

Me:

It's called pink just like your dress.

(It was really called sexpot pink)

Little Girl:

Are you in school?

Me:

No not anymore.

Little Girl:

How come?

Me:

I finished my schooling.

Little Girl:

You have any kids?

Me:

No I don't have any.

Little Girl:

How come?

Me:

Because I'm not married yet.

Little Girl:

How come?

What answer could I have said to her? So I asked, 'do you think Linus will meet the Easter Beagle this year?' The little girl's focus quickly went back to the cartoon. Another little girl got up and sat beside me on the sofa and stated:

Girl#2:

I know where babies come from.

Me:

You do?

Girl#2:

Mommy told me she and daddy got
me from the cabbage patch.

Me:

And they picked you because I bet you

were the cutest one there.

(The little girl nodded)

Girl#2:

Mommy said she and daddy loved

me and fed me and I turned into a little girl.

This next conversation was short but funny.

Girl#3:

My mommy's mad at daddy.

Me:

Oh no, that's not good.

Girl#3:

Last week we went to a place and ate chicken

and the lady who gave us the chicken, daddy kept

looking at her and mommy told daddy to stop and-

Conversation number three was abruptly interrupted by the little girl's mother who overheard her talking and said, 'Kristy-Anne finish your lunch or you get no dessert!'

Girl#4 kept on sniffing me. She kept sniffing my hair and my wrists. I of course was wearing perfume.

Girl#4:

My mom lets me wear perfume too

but only on special occasions like today.

Me:

And I can smell your perfume. You smell beautiful.

Girl#4:

I get to wear perfume again at
a wedding.

Me:

Wow, you're going to a wedding.
Do you know when the wedding
is?

Girl#4
In 7 Saturdays.

Me:

Do you have your dress?

Girl#4:

Mommy went to a special store to buy it.

Me:

And what color is your dress?

Girl#4:

Moove.

Me:

Moove?....You mean mauve.

Girl#4:

No, moove.

I'm sure she meant mauve.

This next conversation was the cutest I've ever had. Most kids have chubby cheeks. Not only did this boy have chubby cheeks but also flabby cheeks. He came right up and sat on my laps.

Little Boy:

Guess what?

Me:

I don't know, tell me.

Little Boy:

I'm going to Vegas to gamble!

(I paused for a few seconds)

Me:

You're going to Vegas to gamble?

Little Boy:

Yep!

Me:

Do you know how to gamble, do you even

know what gambling means?

Little Boy:

I don't know but my daddy says it all the time.

We go not next week but after that week in a plane.

Me:

An airplane, that sounds like fun!

Have you ever been in one before?

Little Boy:

Last Christmas when we went to see

Mickey Mouse. And then we saw the

animals in the park.

The chubby little boy had a 4 month old baby brother who was sleeping peacefully to one side in his carrier.

Me:

You have a little brother, that makes

you a big brother. That's fun I bet.

Little Boy:

No.

Me:

It's no fun being a big brother?

Little Boy:

No. All he does is sleep, poop and cry.

Me:

He's just still a baby and that's

what babies do.

Little Boy:

I asked mommy if we could exchange

him for a new game for my Wii but mommy said

no. He's a keeper.

The boy was right up in my face when talking. I've seen little kids with big cheeks but this particular kid's cheeks were rosy red and dripping with cuteness. I was tempted to pinch them, I just had to. His cheeks were like Jello jigglers and jiggled with each word he spoke. I pinched them very gently. And when I did this was his response:

Little Boy:

All the ladies love me.

I just laughed and gave him a sweet, little peck on the nose. The other little boys were talking about Guitar Hero and how high they score on their video games or who their favorite wrestler was. I knew a little bit about wrestling only because I have been known to watch WWE Smackdown and Raw. I asked who their favorite wrestler was? It was a draw between The Under-Taker and Batista. The wrestler named Edge was their least favorite. They then began showing me their wrestling moves. Maybe there is some truth to all little boys caring about wrestling and video games. The girls were busy talking about Hannah Montana and how many Bratz dolls they had........After a couple of hours and watching It's The Easter Beagle Charlie Brown! five times, the guests left and there wasn't a pizza slice, cupcake or chocolate egg left in sight.

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The humidity here is sweltering but I'm not complaining. It's a welcome change for me and I'm hoping by the time I get back home all the snow will have melted.

Valentina is hovering over me asking me that I stop because if I don't she threatened to throw my laptop into the sea and knowing her there's a distinct possibility she just may do it. I'll end on this note:

It's Easter tomorrow, the season of renewal. A chance to start over and begin again with a fresh new start. Some of us do and some of us don't. Perhaps it's because someone or something puts doubt into our minds. If that's the case, this spring I hope you are all able to master the art of being positive by ignoring the negative. Soon you'll reach a point where you'll have 100% certainty in every aspect of your life. And when doubt does comes rolling in you'll be able to fight it off.
This spring may you find your light. This spring whatever it is you wish to pursue may you do so with courage, certainty and conviction and like springs floral bouquet may it blossom and be fragrant.

If you're still unsure, just listen to the desires of your heart, it'll never steer you wrong.

Happy Easter to everyone and enjoy your chocolates. I like eating chocolate easter bunnies nibbling on the ears first.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess