"I Wanna Order The #5 Combo"

Have you ever been in bed sleeping peacefully and dreaming sweet and sinful things?

And while you're in the middle of your sweet and sinful dream all of a sudden you awaken and poof just like that the dream vanishes?

It happened to me a few hours ago. My one restful night's sleep was disturbed by a phone call. I assumed it was Valentina. I assumed it was her because she's the only one who will sometimes call me in the middle of the night since she knows I don’t sleep well. I answered the phone and in a very sleepy voice I said:

Me:
Hello.

Person:
I wanna order the #5 combo.

Me:
I'm sorry?

Person:
The #5 combo. Isn't this XXXX? (restaurant name)

Me:
Wrong number pal.

I hung up the phone and closed my eyes and tried getting back to my dream but couldn’t. I tried for a good twenty minutes but I was no longer sleepy. I looked over at the alarm clock, 2:32 a.m.

I've been up since 2:32 a.m.

Presently it's a little after 5 in the morning and as I blog this entry I’m in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal with chocolate milk of course.

Hell's Kitchen

This weeks challenge: A test of teamwork.

Chef Ramsay decided to show both teams the definition of teamwork and spirit by having both teams cook breakie for a children's football and cheer leading team. There were 100 kids in total. The Blue team (men) cooked for the 50 football players and the red team (women) cooked for the 50 girls and whichever team finished first would win the challenge.

Contestant Chef Colleen was busy cheering along while her hash browns remained on the stove unattended. Chef Ramsay wasn't impressed with contestant chef Robert's sloppy plate presentation. He shouted, 'you're not serving pigs!' Another contestant from the red team had trouble with her pancakes.

For the first time the women's team won the challenge and were rewarded with a day of pampering in Beverly Hills.
The men's punishment: clearing and cleaning all the tables and cleaning and doing prep work for both kitchens.

Dinner service was quite explosive. The food was either undercooked or overcooked. Koi from the red team made the spaghetti even though no one ordered it and Ramsay called her a 'stupid cow' for doing so. Jay was called a 'bozo' for tossing in the butt of the lettuce in a caesar salad. Chef Ramsay was so fed up with the lousy performances from both teams he decided there would be no winner this week, only losers. Each team were required to pick two people.

The blue team choose Ben and Seth.

The red team choose Lacey and Colleen.

Chef Ramsay instructed Ben to get back to his team leaving three. In the end he picked Seth calling him a 'crappy cook’ and sent Lacey over to the mens' side

I've had a long and busy week so I'm happy to say it's finally Friday!

My loyal and dear readers have a fantastic weekend.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

Mardi Gras

Cocaine Princess here.

Today is Mardi Gras or what is known at my house as Carnival! A day I absolutely love! I put in an order for a King Cake a month ago and it was delivered yesterday. Its’ filling is coconut and pineapple. I don’t know how much I’ll be able to eat but I will definitely be taking (or at least trying) a nibble. Meanwhile my sister on the weekend picked up a bottle of Leblon Cachaça.
Caipirinhas with dinner tonight.

My loyal and dear readers, Happy Carnival!

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

"Take Your Pick, Darling"

Cocaine Princess here.

I have a painful sore throat. You know that kind feels like a match is lit inside? I made the tiny error of telling 'A' about it who gave me the whole song and dance speech about how I never listen to her which I will get to momentarily.

Yesterday 'A' and I went into the city. Her health card was up for renewal so it was something that needed to be done. The office opened at 8am. We left pretty early under the impression the sooner we arrived the sooner we would get out. As we were leaving the house my sister suggested we grab breakie on the go. I declined. I declined because it was excruciatingly painful to swallow my own saliva so how was I going to be able to get a hot breakfast down my throat? When she said I could choose the place to eat and I still said no she became a tad suspicious. I could tell by the look on her face but she didn't say a word.

MORNING RUSH HOUR

While waiting for traffic to move I opened my purse and started rummaging inside.

'What are you looking for?' she questioned

'A Sucrets,' I replied.

(Oh snap! I immediately answered without thinking. Why didn't I say a piece of gum or candy? Anything but that!)

'Why-what's a matter?'

'Nothing my throat is just dry.'

She opened up her purse and pulled out a bottle of water. I told her I didn't want the water.

'I thought you said your throat is dry?' she asked.

'It is. I just don't want water,' I said back.

'What's going on with you?'

(Oh Lord she's on to me. I decided to play it cool or I was never going to hear the end of it)

'Nothing,' I answered.

'First you declined breakfast, you said your throat is dry so I offer you water and you decline that......You look pale.'

'I look pale because I'm not wearing bronzer on my cheeks,' I explained.

She put the back of her hand on my forehead and said,

'You're hot.'

'Thank you and so are you in that outfit', I said back with a giggle.

(It even hurt to giggle)

'That's not what I mean. You feel hot.'

'The heat is on and it's blowing in my face so yeah my face is going to be a little warm.'

'Why did you want a Sucrets I haven't heard you coughing....It's your throat isn't it?'

'No Miss Agatha Christie, there’s nothing wrong with my throat.'

'Look at me and say that and then I will believe you.'

'And divert my attention from the road? I don't think so. I already have 2 traffic violations. One more and my license is going to be automatically suspended, so let me please pay attention.'

(I figured that would keep her quiet. I was wrong)

'Traffic hasn't moved in nearly 10 minutes so answer the question.'

(I decided to come clean)

'Fine. I'll tell you. I have a sore throat. You happy now?'

'No I'm not happy you have a sore throat. I just have one question.'

Here it comes.

'Why do you choose not to listen to me?'

Told you.

'I do too listen to you. I just choose not to listen to your advice sometimes,' I stated.

'How about all the time? I told you, you weren't fully recovered from the flu. Did I not say that?'

'I recall you saying something but whether it was those exact words, well that’s all up for debate.'

(I turned up the radio to drown her out. Can you believe she turned it off?)

'Child what is the matter with you? Why do you do this to me?'

'You honestly think I gave myself a sore throat on purpose?' I asked trying not to laugh but I did and it was more painful than the giggle.

'Sometimes I think your sole mission in life is to raise my blood pressure and if so mission accomplished....'

Then she said something else but at that point I just tuned her out and was seriously considering leaving her on the side of the road. She had her cell phone so I knew she would be okay but unfortunately I was in the center lane and traffic was bumper to bumper so I couldn't exactly change lanes.

EVERYONE HAD THE SAME IDEA

When we finally arrived and entered into the building I noticed a little convenience store and was able to buy a packet of Sucrets.

Remember how we left early so we could leave early?

It appeared everyone had that same idea. There must have been over 100 people in line. This line wasn’t the line to renew your card. It was the line to pick up your number at the desk. One would think this line would move quickly, you grab your ticket, take a seat and then wait for your number to be called. Sitting at the desk were two employees who gave you your number only after they made sure you brought along the proper documentation. And of course there were those who waited and waited and didn’t so they had to come back.

I kept staring at the clock on the wall which I shouldn’t have done since it only made the time go slower. It took my sister 40 minutes to be given her number. Once we found a seat a minute hadn’t even gone by when she took out her Sudoku puzzle book. I let out a little groan.

‘What’s the matter darling?’ she asked.

You and Sudoku. That’s what’s the matter. I replied. Do you have to do that? Can’t you read a magazine?

‘I can either do this or I can give you a speech about how February is the peak season of influenza. Take your pick darling.’

'Sudoku away,' I said back opening my magazine.

20 MINUTES LATER

‘How’s your throat?’

I just shrugged my shoulders.

‘Darling I don’t know what that means.’

‘It’s so-so,’ I stated.

‘We’ll get something stronger at the pharmacy when we go to the mall.’

(Did I mention the building was in the same parking lot as the mall?)

‘Really? We get to go to the mall after? You’re not going to bully me into driving back home because I’m sick?’

‘Are you sick?’ she said in a panic while touching my forehead.

‘Good lord quit touching my forehead. You keep messing up my bangs,’ I said taking out my compact.

‘I took the entire day off and since we’re in the city we might as well and I know you want to.’

(Of course I did!)

‘Just so you know I’m putting you on notice. If your throat doesn’t get better within 3 days you’re going to the doctor’s.’

I looked up at her.

‘3 days? You’re actually giving me a deadline?’

‘Read the back of the Sucrets packet,’ she stated.

After putting away my compact I took them out from my pocket and read the back.

Well? she asked.

‘It’s a list of medical ingredients that I can’t pronounce,’ I replied.

‘Keep on reading....’

‘Take one every two hours. Maximum 4 per day, do not exceed.’

‘And?.........’

‘If sore throat persists longer than 3 days consult physician. Satisfied Miss Know-It-All?'

‘More than you know darling,' she answered.

2 HOURS LATER

We live approximately 25-30 minutes outside of the city but with morning rush hour it took us 1hr 35 min.

A 40 minute wait for ‘A’ to pick up her ticket number.

2 hours to wait for her number to be called.

The amount of time it took for her to actually renew her card at the counter? Under 10 minutes. Thank God it’s only once every 4 years.

LUNCH

We lunched at Johnny Rockets inside the mall and just my luck because the one time I did feel like actually eating a meal I couldn’t. I ordered a cold, frosty milkshake. It was a relief and a joy for my burning throat. I told my sister how I had thoughts of leaving her on the side of the road.

'You would have actually done that?' she questioned.

'It’s not like you would have been stranded. I’m sure some lonesome trucker would have driven by and been more than happy to pick you up. Then you could have lectured him on the dangers of picking up hitch-hikers.'

'You don’t enjoy my lectures?' she asked.

'I’d rather spend another day traffic court. Have you ever heard me once give you a lecture?' I asked back.

'No and that’s because I don’t need lecturing.'

HELL'S KITCHEN

Last night was another exciting episode of Hell’s Kitchen.

After only given 3 hours of sleep both teams were awoken by the sound of a cow bell and were whisked off to an undisclosed location. Upon arrival each chef was given overalls to wear and were each handed a vomit bag. They had been taken to a meat processing plant to learn about the different cuts of beef. When they returned back to Hell’s Kitchen in the middle of the dining room were two fake life size cows, Bessie and Jellybean. Each team had to identify the different cuts of meat on the table and then locate the parts on the fake cows. The red team (the women) lost this week’s challenge again. Ramsay called their performance ‘pathetic.’ The men were awarded with a wine tasting trip and dinner.

The theme of the episode was a Steakhouse. There were two seatings. One team would cook while the other took and served the orders and then after two hours the teams would switch. The blue team cooked in the first half. One chef’s cloth got on fire. Another chef prepared the desserts before the appetizers were even served. Ramsay asked if he was stupid or if he had been sniffing or drinking anything? Many of the steaks that had been prepared by a contestant who is an executive chef at a steakhouse were sent back by the customers because they were uncooked.

Lacey (from the red team) who was taking orders forgot a table and Ramsay made a Britney Spears reference or insult at her which I didn’t quite understand. After two hours the teams switched. Contestant Colleen had trouble remembering how many salads she had to make. Ramsay dropped the F-word at her by calling her F-pathetic. She agreed. Ramsay then commented back by saying she wasn’t normal. The orders for Caesar Shrimp Salad were not being sent out on time because the shrimp was still uncooked while contestant chef Charlie from the blue team who was a waiter for the night spilled food on a customer.

The winning team was decided by how many entrees were served. This week the blue team lost. The team decided the two weakest were Charlie and Seth. Ramsay choose Charlie because he couldn’t see or feel his passion for cooking.

The teams now- Blue:13 men Red: 12 women

My loyal and dear readers it's finally F-R-I-D-A-Y!

Everyone have a super weekend!

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

P.S.

'I’d rather spend another day traffic court’

Lord, I take that back.

Angel Of Love

Cocaine Princess here.

I rarely ever post on the weekends but today in honor of St. Valentine's Day I had to.

St. Valentine’s Day:

A day for garters and fishnets, champagne, orchids and chocolates.....and perhaps a pair of handcuffs- the fuzzy kind of course.

Today when you are with your beloved:

Don’t just talk to them...
Whisper to them.

Don't just stare at them...
Intoxicate them with your gaze.

Don’t just kiss them...
Nibble on them.

Don’t just touch them...

Excite them until they shudder and

collapse into your arms.

Don’t just leave a smile on their face...
Leave them breathless until they
reach a state of bliss.

For any lonely soul who thinks Cupid has forgotten about them, no, dear Cupid hasn't forgotten about you. For every lock there is a key and when the time is right that key will unlock your heart but only Cupid knows when. See, the angel of love operates on the universe’s time, so just hold on.

Love is something you feel. It comes walking in without any warning. You can never quite explain Love or even put it into words but I believe a poet by the name of Rumi came close:

...."Lovers don't finally meet somewhere,

They’re in each other all along...."

To all my loyal and dear readers,

Happy St. Valentine's Day-Weekend.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

P.S.
To all you Casanova-wannabees try not to be dull this evening. Be creative.

Friday The 13th

Cocaine Princess here.

I've been busy the past couple of days and yesterday evening was really the only day I had to myself. Because I had been so busy I was tuckered out and all I wanted to do was stay at home and lay on the couch and that's exactly what I was doing last night. I decided to watch a couple of movies since my favorite reality show wasn’t on. I grabbed a bunch of DVDs which I had yet to see and from the pile picked Eragon.

I was totally into the film when 'A' who was reading the newspaper said,

'There's a special midnight screening of Friday The 13th. Let's go see it.'

'At midnight? If we go we'll be back home pretty late. What about work in the morning?'

'It's only a half day tomorrow in anticipation of the long weekend,' she replied back.

I hit the pause button on the remote and looked at her. She was sitting at the kitchen table.

'You really want to go?' I asked.

'Yeah, come on why not? It's been months since we've taken in a movie.'

And so I agreed.

We departed a little after 11 and driving conditions were less than favorable and I'm happy to say it wasn't because of the white stuff. It had been drizzling the past 2 days up here melting all the snow. Much appreciated Mother Nature! The weather is still chilly but the important thing, the snow has absolutely disappeared.

I'm driving along an old, country road in the rain when all of the sudden the car stopped.

'We can't be out of gas it's still a full tank,' I said.

I tried starting it up again but no luck.

'Why won’t it start? What's wrong with it?'

'Just call up CAA,' my sister suggested.

I pulled out my cell phone and it wouldn’t turn on. I had completely forgotten to recharge the batteries so 'A' handed me hers but I couldn’t get a signal.

'This is great. Two women stuck on a country road in the middle of the night.' I commented. 'That's what the headline is going to read with the added words 'found murdered.' What are we suppose to do?'

'Try standing outside and maybe you'll get a signal,' she said.

So I did and still no signal. In the far off distance I could see a porch light and thought maybe someone would be at home and could ask to use their phone. But who was going to go and who would stay behind?

It was decided after playing a game of 'Rock, Paper, Scissors' I would be the one to go for help.

'Paper covers rock,' said A.

I disagreed and said,

'That doesn’t make sense.'

'Yes it does.'

My hand was still like a fist and 'A' put her hand on top of mine.

'See? Paper covers rock.'

'I don't see how that's possible,' I said back.

I moved her hand and put it underneath mine.

'I say rock sits on top of paper like a paper-weight so rock beats paper.'

'Paper covers rock, it's always been that way.' she explained. 'You lose so you have to go.
Hurry back.'

'Whoever made the rules is wrong,' I said opening the car door.

To reach the house with the porch light I had to hike through an open field. The grass was wet and muddy from the rain totally ruining my black, suede Cavalli thigh high boots. I approached the house and stepped onto the rickety porch and nearly lost my balance on account of the wooden stairs being so wobbly and I rang the doorbell. It wasn't working. So I tried knocking on the door. I waited for an answer....No one answered. I knocked on the door again and when I did the porch light started flickering and after a couple of seconds it went out but then immediately returned. Just as I was about to knock for a third time I felt a tap on my shoulders. I turned around and oh my God! There was a frightful looking man wearing a long black raincoat holding an axe and by the way he had it positioned he was aiming straight for my head!

I'm joking, I'm joking! Nothing of the sort happened. The only genuine thing is we did attend the midnight screening of the movie and it was raining.

At the movie-plex every employee was either wearing a hockey mask or a sweatshirt with Camp Crystal Lake smeared in red letters. We purchased our tickets and then proceeded to the food concession stand. We bought the usual: a tub of popcorn, jumbo size cokes, my sister bought nachos and I bought a packet of Jube-Jubes. I love Jube-Jubes especially the green and orange ones. We made our way to our seats and sat right in the center. The place was packed with Jason Vorhees fans including the individual sitting next to me. It wasn't until they removed their mask to eat I realized it was a female. I wish she hadn't removed it. The female fan was devouring a sub which seemed to be filled with nothing but onions. At that moment I kept on thinking why, why, why did I agree to go out when I was so comfortable at home? So comfortable that my tushy had even found that cozy spot on the couch.

The feature presentation finally began after what seemed like a thousand previews and by that time our food was nearly done.

The film is a remake of the 1980 film which I have seen. Since it was a remake I figured it would be similar to the original version. Instead there were common themes taken from the other parts of the film's franchise.

As I said earlier to my sister we returned back home quite late. We would have been home sooner if we didn't waste those 30 minutes looking for the car. Upon parking I asked 'A' to remember what section we were in. She insisted it was Yellow 10.

It wasn't. It was Red 10.

It’s finally Friday!

The weekend is here!

My loyal and dear readers have a delightful and euphoric weekend.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

The Pint Size Little Dictator

Cocaine Princess here.

On Saturday a tragic event occurred.

Brace yourselves.

Two of my nails broke and I needed to see my manicurist asap!

I opened the garage and to my surprise my driveway wasn't a driveway anymore. It had been transformed into a hockey arena. There was a hockey net at the top and at the foot of the driveway and all these little boys between the ages of 7 and 8 with hockey sticks in their hands were running all over the place. I didn't recognize any of their little faces. From the garage I walked onto the driveway and before I even had a chance to speak the little goalie closest to me said,

'You're in my way lady- moooove!'

I'm in his way? I think it's the other way around.

'Yeah move!' said another. 'You're blocking my shot.'

I'm not sure what position he was playing so I'll just refer to him as player#2. I explained I needed for them to step aside with their equipment so I could back out of the driveway.

'We're in the middle of a game so you're gonna have to wait,' the little goalie replied.

Perched on top of the snowbank were several little girls. I didn't recognize any of them either.
They were dressed in colorful bubble jackets, berets on their heads, ugg boots covering their feet and gloves that said 'I Love Jonas Bros.' Carefully trying 'not to be in the way' I walked over to where they were sitting and asked what they were up to.

'We came to see the game,' answered girl #1.

No sporting event is complete with fans.

'My boyfriend is the goalie,' proudly informed girl #2.

'Your boyfriend? How old are you?' I asked.

'Almost 6,' she replied.

'How long have you two been dating?'

'Since last week.'

'That long huh? Which goalie is your boyfriend?' I inquired.

'The one who told you to move.'

Is there anyway you can please ask him to stop the game for just a few minutes?

I thought maybe if she asked I would have better luck.

She shouted the question at him.

Her boyfriend the goalie shouted back.

'No!'

I knew I wasn't going to get anywhere with them. I headed back inside the house for some back up. 'A' was no help.

'For heaven sakes let them play their game darling,' she said.

'Why are they playing in our driveway? What's a matter with theirs?'

'Maybe it isn't shoveled yet.'

'It's not like I'm asking them to stop the game completely, only for a few minutes, until I back out and then they can pick up right where they left off. I have to go. It's an emergency.'

She asked what the emergency was. I showed her my hand with the broken nails.

'Oh my God that is devastating.'

'I know,' I said agreeing with her.

'How are you even standing up? Are you in any pain darling? Do you need to sit down? I wouldn't want you to faint,' she teased.

'Can't you go out and talk to them?'

'Are any of them my students?' she questioned.

'I don't know. Is anyone of your students dating a goalie?' I questioned back.

'This is the first day in weeks they've been allowed to play outside so let them have their fun.'

Well she had me there. Saturday was the first day in weeks a person could venture outside without the fear their ears would crack and fall off. We reached a high of +2! Can you believe it, +2! And the storm that was suppose to have slammed us, missed us. We only received a few cm. of snow, nothing really major. Mother Nature seemed to have finally taken pity.

I decided to wait it out until they finished playing.

A short while later the doorbell rang. My sister answered it. By their voice I recognized who was at the door.

It was the pint size little dictator aka the little goalie.

'Can you tell that other lady we're taking a break. We'll be back after lunch.'

I then heard footsteps approaching me.

'I have a message for you,' said A.

'And I heard it loud and clear......'

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

After Midnight Tangerines....And Chef Ramsay

Cocaine Princess here.

Wednesday night I had the best night’s sleep possibly on record. I began nodding off around 11pm and didn’t wake up until 9am. A full 10 uninterrupted hours. I awoken rested and ready to take on the day.

I’m joking.

But I did fall asleep around 11ish and slept until 2am. A full 3 uninterrupted hours! I didn’t feel like getting out of bed so at first I just stared at the ceiling and then stared at the neon green digits of my alarm clock for exactly 5 minutes before getting up. I went into A's room and kind of hoovered over her. Lord she was sleeping so peacefully......that is until I woke her up- by total accident of course! When I turned around to leave I banged my toe on the bed post and out loud said oh snap and quickly put my hand over my mouth. Too late. She had awoken. I crawled under the covers and snuggled beside her. 'Can't sleep darling?' she asked sleepily. 'Not a wink,' I replied. 'How come?' 'Because at some point in my life I must have done or said something to anger the sleep gods.' 'Are you hungry, you want me to make you something?' 'I’m not that hungry.' 'You know we have Klondike bars.' 'We do?' I excitedly asked. 'How come I didn't see them?' 'You probably would have if it wasn't for the lifetime supply of cheesecake occupying the freezer,' she explained. 'Are you thirsty?' 'I'm parched,' I answered. 'You want a cup of warm milk?' 'Nah, I'm not in the mood.' 'Well are you in the mood for a glass of wine because there's a new bottle in the cabinet.' 'I'm not drinking red wine,' I said back. 'That’s right you and your little group of friends only drink Cristal and Dom. P,' she said in a teasing voice. 'And Moet,' I added, 'can't forget the Moet.' 'How much did you have to drink during your vay-cay?' 'I hardly had a drop,' I replied and then bit down on my lip.

I decided to watch TV and in my attempt to find something to watch even with a satellite I couldn’t believe how many infomercials were on or how many different channels the movie Righteous Kill was airing on.

I did come across one movie, 'Rat Race.' The plot seemed interesting enough so I decided to watch it while eating 2 juicy tangerines. It's a great comedy with a large cast of actors.

Yesterday afternoon my sister came home in the middle of the day. I was concerned and asked if everything was alright? 'The school board decided to send everyone home early. There's a storm heading our way,' she explained. I looked to the window and it was so sunny and so bright. 'Are you sure?' I asked while flipping over to the city’s news channel. Underneath the news anchor desk there was a headline that kept repeating over and over- WINTER STORM WATCH.

For the 6th straight year in a row the measly rodent has been wrong. We've had rough and tough winters in the past but this year Mother Nature is on the war path and is holding some sort of grudge against us. 'I bet you're wishing you had stayed with Valentina a little longer,' A commented. 'What? No of course not. I was dying to get back home,' I said. 'Look me in the face and say that,' she requested. So I did. 'With your eyes open.' (Oh did I mention my eyes were closed?) I looked in her eyes and attempted to say 'no' with a straight face but couldn't. I’m such a terrible liar because I always start giggling.

Last night was Thursday and what was on? HELL'S KITCHEN of course! Before I get to that I want to tell you about another reality show I've been watching and depending where you live you may or may not have heard about it. It’s called 'The Week The Women Went.' The show is in its' second season.

"The show is part documentary, part reality television, that explores what happens when all the women in an ordinary Canadian town disappear for a week and leave the men and children to cope on their own." The show is filmed in Tatamagouche, Nova Scotia. These poor men......

Back to Hell's Kitchen.

This week's competition- whichever team could shuck the most scallops (according to Chef Hot Head's standard) would be rewarded with a day trip to Catalina Island. It was close and the Blue Team won by one point.

During dinner service Chef Ramsay made no attempt in holding back his tongue. A few things said and done by Mr. Personality:

Blue Team

A contestant cooked a piece of fish. After Chef Ramsay inspected it he threw it at the contestant because it was undercooked.

Red Team

One of the female chefs overcooked the risotto so Chef Ramsay decided to ask her a question. And what was the question?

'Are you a f****ing, stupid cow?!'

Wow! It's beyond me how these contestants remain so cool while listening to Ramsay shove harsh and vile insults down their throats. I realize what's at stake but at the same time I wonder is it really worth it to be degraded and humiliated on television for millions to see?

Another contestant Ramsay seemed to enjoy hurdling insults at, Colleen. (She is the contestant who has her own cooking school and was picked on in last week's episode.) He said right to her face she wasn't a cooking teacher but a thief for taking people’s money because she didn't possess any culinary skills. He didn't so much say it as he did scream it at her.

In the end the Red Team lost and Colleen and Lacey were on the chopping block. Neither was sent home because one of the other contestants did something so selfless it actually melted Gordon Ramsay's frosty personality. Maybe he is human after all.

The teams are now even. 14 men. 14 women.

My loyal and dear readers it's finally Friday!

Have a smashing weekend!

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

In Honor Of The Rodent

Cocaine Princess here.

Yesterday was Groundhog Day. In one of the nearby cities Groundhog Day is considered a grand festival and in honor of the rodent foretelling whether we will have 6 more weeks of winter or not there is an ice hockey tournament, curling bonspiels, a snowman building competition, a pancake breakfast and then a parade led by the mayor and the town council who all dress in tuxedos with tails and top hats.

So the groundhog emerged from his hole. The verdict? He failed to see his shadow which means spring is around the corner. Normally this would be great news but no one really puts much faith in him. For a record 5 straight years in a row he's been wrong.

As my loyal and dear readers know I was tagged to list random facts about myself. I asked my sister to compile the list. Here are a few more:

FOOD: Not to be taken in a negative way but the Princess has unusual tastes in food.

Most people will put ketchup, vinegar or gravy on their fries. She will put Caesar dressing and then sprinkle Parmesan cheese on top.

She drizzles Tabasco sauce on her pizza and her favorite topping is pineapple.

When eating vanilla ice cream she will pour a little bit of 7UP into the bowl.

MUSIC: She loves listening to music. Her preferred choice is Euro Dance.

Her all time favorite songs/videos:

Come Undone: Duran Duran
Open Your Heart: Madonna
Honey: Mariah Carey
The Glamorous Life: Sheila E!
Let The Music Play: Shannon
Rapture (Taste So Sweet): Iio
Someday: Djs @ Work
I See Right Through To You: DJ Encore
Elements: Neo Cortex
Mas Y Mas: Robi Draco Rosa

Her love and appreciation of music comes from me. I was in high school during the eighties and the princess was still a pudgy tot. Music was available on these things called a tape cassette and you would insert them into a marvelous device called a Walkman. The princess would sit on my bed listening to my Walkman while playing with her dollies while I did my homework. Often she would listen to Bananarama's Cruel Summer and White Wedding by Billy Idol. Some of the music I introduced her to at a young age: The Police, Culture Club, Tears For Fears, a-ha, Genesis, Eurythmics, Bowie, Pet Shop Boys, OMD, Level 42, Simple Minds. Anyone remember New Wave Music? Bob Geldof and Band-Aid or when British music performers/groups ruled the US Billboard Charts?

TV: She enjoys BBC Britcoms. Her 2 favorite:

Keeping Up Appearances

Absolutely Fabulous
(Saffy the voice of reason in the household but she is often ignored. Something I know all too well)

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess