Sorry, You Don't Get My Hugs And Kisses

Cocaine Princess here.

For the past 2 weeks I have been receiving 3 separate set of comments on my blogger comment page from 3 very annoying culprits. If anyone of you annoying culprits are reading this I have a tiny message for each of you.

Dear Anonymous Commenter #1,

Why do insist on sending 40 of the exact same comments to one post every single day? I would post your comment and even comment back but I have no clue what you are trying to say to me:

毎 月１０万円を最低ラインとする謝礼を得て、セレブ女性に癒しを与える仕事があります。無料登録した後はメールアプローチを待つだけでも、あなたもセレブラ ブで欲求を満たしあう関係を作ってみません: 最近様々なメディアで紹介されている家出掲示板では、全国各地のネットカフェ等を泊り歩いている家出少女のメッセージが多数書き込みされています。彼女た ちはお金がないので掲示板で知り合った男性とすぐに遊びに行くようです。あなたも書き込みに返事を返してみませんか

セレブラブ

救援部

オ○ニーライフのお手伝い、救援部でHな見せたがり女性からエロ写メ、ムービーをゲットしよう！近所の女の子なら実際に合ってHな事ができちゃうかも！？夏で開放的になっている女の子と遊んじゃおう

I left you a message asking you to please translate your words but my request to you has gone ignored. Please S-T-O-P sending me your comments. Thank You.

Respectfully,
CP


Dear Con Artist in Nigeria,

Yes I have received all 20 of your messages, um, make that 23. You sent me 3 more last night all of which read the same:

DEAR MADAM,
HAVING CONSULTED WITH MY COLLEAGUES AND BASED ON THE INFORMATION GATHERED FROM THE NIGERIAN CHAMBERS OF COMMERCE AND INDUSTRY, I HAVE THE PRIVILEGE TO REQUEST FOR YOUR ASSISTANCE TO TRANSFER THE SUM OF $47,500,000.00 (FORTY SEVEN MILLION, FIVE HUNDRED THOUSAND UNITED STATES DOLLARS) INTO YOUR ACCOUNTS. THE ABOVE SUM RESULTED FROM AN OVER-INVOICED CONTRACT, EXECUTED COMMISSIONED AND PAID FOR ABOUT FIVE YEARS (5) AGO BY A FOREIGN CONTRACTOR. THIS ACTION WAS HOWEVER INTENTIONAL AND SINCE THEN THE FUND HAS BEEN IN A SUSPENSE ACCOUNT AT THE CENTRAL BANK OF NIGERIA APEX BANK.........

Hmm, so you decided to contact me? WOW! And now all you need is my banking information and account numbers AND my private telephone and fax number— for confidentiality and easy communication.

Can you hear me laughing? Your scam is old. Give it up.

By the way, NO I am not wiring you a large sum of money and NO I do not want to share a percentage of your fortune.

Please S-T-O-P sending me your frigging letters!

Respectfully,
CP

AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST,

Dear Pharmaceutical Representative,

Read each word very carefully: I am NOT interested in purchasing Viagra or Levitra. I don't give a flying fig if you are selling them at a wholesale price nor am I interested in receiving free samples of a new miracle manhood enlargement pill (Good Grief!!) or any other type of pharmaceutical drug.

For the love of God please S-T-O-P. Thank You.

Respectfully,
CP

*****

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

Whatever your plans are have a magnificent weekend.-x

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess.

P.S.
I'm sorry to have to say this Anonymous Commenter #1, Con Artist and Pill Pusher but you don't get any of my Hugs and Kisses. Those are reserved only for my lovely readers.

My Sister's Shiny New Toy

Cocaine Princess here.

Summer is usually a slow time for me. I've been trying my best to keep busy and keep from being bored. I'm actually kind of looking forward to September where I'll be back on schedule and busy.

This week was so boring.

Let me explain how bored I was. I was SO BORED I decided to tag along with my sister to the Sears Dept. store midweek to purchase a new George Foreman Grill. The day before she was telling me we needed to get a new one.

I was literally bursting at the seems in the car. "Oh boy I'm going to Sears!"

We arrive inside and almost right away we're greeted by one of the employees, a chipper young girl passing out scratch and save cards. I'm sure you've all heard of these: you scratch the card to reveal how much you save. The minimum you can save is 5% and the maximum is 50%. After our run in with her we were literally bombarded by harvest decorations. Almost the entire store was decorated with harvest items with several of the items sitting on top of bales of hay with bushels of apples and corn nearby. Nobody wants to that especially when there is a heatwave outside. Many people grumbled at the sight of the decorations but there were a few who took an interest....including my sister who picked up a harvest wreath for the front door and a scarecrow for the porch which resulted in me grumbling.

"Do you have to buy those things today? It's still August. Summer. +32C. Can't you wait until Harvest?" I questioned.

"Darling if I don't buy it now I'm not going to be able to find it later," she answered choosing a wreath.

Hmm, she had a point. When Harvest time rolls around Christmas decorations are released. I like Harvest Time but it isn't until October. Passing by the clothing department was no treat either. Every male, female and child mannequin were dressed in fashionable winter apparel. One of the mannequins was even holding a sign that read: ENROLL IN OUR NEW CHRISTMAS POINTS CLUB.

The Sears dept. store is one of 3 major stores anchored to the mall. A mall with over 250 stores. I was under the impression I would do my thing, big sister would do her thing and we would meet up somewhere in the mall at a set time. Yeah, not so much the case. She insisted she needed my input on which Foreman Grill to buy.

"Why do insist on putting me through this torture?" I asked standing in the housewares section.

Even though I am a girlie-girl to the core who loves her shopping there are certain things I don't like to shop for: anything that involves cooking and cleaning.

My sister [purposely I'm guessing] ignored my question and asked which one I liked?

Which one? There wasn't just 2 George Foreman Grills to choose from. There weren't even 4. There were at least 15 different frigging models. I decided to give her a short and quick answer:

"Which ever one matches the kitchen," I replied. "Okay? Bye."

"Not so fast," she said grabbing my hand. "You're not making the great escape just yet."

"But I need to go to the restroom," I said.

"No you don't need to go to the restroom," she said back.

"Oh? All of a sudden you've become an expert on my bladder? I really need to go," I said.

"Then I'll come with you."

"Why?"

"So you don't lose your way back here darling," A replied.

"Never mind," I mumbled. "I don't have to go anymore."

"Darling the stores in the mall aren't going anywhere. As soon as we're done here you can shop your heart out........Is it really "torture" for you to do this? Is it so much of a bother for you to spend just a little time helping me?"

"Yes and yes."

My reply left her with a strange kind of look on her face. Quite frankly I've never seen that look before. I continued.

"What? I'm being honest. Seriously why do you ask a question if you don't want to hear the answer?"

Ignoring me again she bent down to take a closer look at some of the models that were neatly stacked on the lower shelf. She didn't dare ask me to bend down with her knowing full well I would say, "I don't want to wrinkle my outfit." Instead she gave me a rundown on the models which included: a lean mean fryer, a portable grill you can take with you on camping trips, an indoor/outdoor grill and even one that grills AND roasts. Did you know you can roast up to 5lbs of chicken? I know this because I was conscious enough to hear that heart pounding little tid-bit. Another had a rectangular doomed shaped dish and some type of attachment that made melting cheese easier and quicker. The one that really excited my sister had all this packaged in one: quesadilla plates, a pancake griddle, a deep pizza pan AND you could still grill hamburgers and steak. I decided to give her my input.

"Why do you need one that has a pizza pan?"

"To make pizza darling," she replied.

"Or you could just call up Domino's."

"Wouldn't you rather have it home-made?"

"Why waste all that time and energy in the kitchen when someone else can make and deliver it for you in 20 minutes?"

"I don't mind putting in the effort," she stated.

Life is full of mystery: the pyramids, Stonehenge and my personal favorite, why my sister loves to cook. I kid you not she is like Martha Stewart and just like she, "A" is a super-fab cook. Where she inherited this particular "loves to cook gene" is a mystery because it certainly didn't come from our mom. Her heart was set on buying the one with the pizza pan and that is the one she bought: George Foreman 360 Grill. 35 minutes (Yes I was timing it) of my life I'll never get back. Freedom at last! Mall here I come! Again, not so much the case. She actually made me accompany her to the cash. I swear she was doing this on purpose. When I called her on it she replied,

"I have no idea what you mean darling."

Yeah Right!

As busy as it was in the Housewares section there was nobody working at the cash so we had to pay for the items in the hardware department which was on the other side of the store. As we made our way over there I'm walking with the scarecrow in one hand and a wreath in the other and my sister clutching tight to her shiny new toy asks,

"Whose scratch and save card should we use? Whose is more lucky, mine or yours?"

"Neither," I said back. "I think both cards are going to have the minimum, 5%."

As soon as we arrived at the cash a problem arose with one customer. The customer had bought a riding lawn mower and several pricey MasterCraft tools.The cashier totaled up the items which was well into the 1000s of dollars. When it came time to pay he handed the cashier his scratch and save card but here's the thing, he had scratched the card beforehand and his savings revealed 50% which explained his shopping spree. Scratching is suppose to be done at the time of purchase in the presence of the cashier. (Even I knew that my dear readers) The cashier in a very calm manner explained this to the customer and even showed him the back of the card where the rules and regulations were written. Any card that is scratched before is null and void. His argument: "She (the chipper young girl) said to scratch the card to reveal my savings. I scratched and saw my savings. She didn't say to scratch the card at cash." The cashier repeated the rules at least 5 times before he gave up and called the department manager. The customer kept giving him too the same excuse over and over and each time he did his voice got louder and louder, basically the entire second floor was brought to a halt. Next arrived the manager of the store and all three of them, the customer, the dept. manager and store manager left the area to discuss the situation privately. Whether or not he received his 50% savings, I don't know.

I guess it is possible the customer didn't know he wasn't suppose to scratch the card before paying but I think he knew and was trying to pull a fast one.

As for our cards, what was revealed when it was scratched?

I was right.

5%.

My loyal and dear readers it's finally Friday!

Whatever your plans are have a superb weekend.-x

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

Celebrate!!

Cocaine Princess here.

My loyal and dear readers, you know I am a humongous fan of Madonna. Yes she is my all time favorite entertainer. Today the Material Girl turns 51!!

She has completed 8 world tours and I have been fortunate enough to see her perform at each one of them. My very first time seeing her was on May 11th 1985, Like A Virgin World Tour at the Hollywood Sportatorium in Miami. Her last concert I attended was in the city back in Fall 2008, part of her Sweet and Sticky Tour.

On September 29th 2009 Madonna drops album #21 titled "CELEBRATION." A greatest hits package celebrating her 25 (wow!) years in music. 3 new songs are included on the album including her newest released single, "Celebrate." It's a dance tune with an awesome Euro vibe to it.

CELEBRATE

Haven’t I seen you somewhere before?

You look familiar

You wanna dance?

Yeah

I guess I just don’t recognize you with your clothes on

What are you waiting for??

I’m gonna party

(It’s a celebration)

Cause anybody just won’t do

Let’s get this started

(No more hesitation)

Cause everybody wants to party with you

Out of all her albums "TRUE BLUE" still remains to be my favorite. Who can forget the dedication in her liner notes:



"This is dedicated to my husband (Sean Penn), the coolest guy in the universe."

The reason why I adore this album is because it has my most absolutely favorite Madonna song of all time: "OPEN YOUR HEART"

Have you ever heard a song and it just touches you heart, mind and soul?

Early this morning VH1 aired "All Time Top 10 Videos by Madonna. My best song made the list but it wasn't at #1. One thing I didn't know, the song was originally recorded for Cyndi Lauper but before she had a chance to ever preview it Madonna grabbed it and recorded it for Warner Bros. Records. I remember the controversy surrounding the video and many protested against the video- "the portrayal of a minor entering a strip club" and "the kiss between Madonna and child actor Felix Howard" which was totally taken out of context. It was an oh so innocent and gentle kiss. How could they have not seen the beauty in it?

In the summer of 1987 I saw her in concert for the 2nd time ("Who's That Girl" world tour) where she sang the majority of her songs from True Blue. At the souvenir concession stand they were selling "OPEN YOUR HEART" necklaces and of course I bought one.


It's still in mint condition. I keep it nicely preserved in a glass jewelery box that sits on the nightstand beside my bed.

And because of that video my mom and I began collecting artwork by Tamara de Lempicka. This one titled "The Portrait de Madame P." hangs in our foyer. My sister and I bought it for her a few years ago on Mother's Day.



Getting back to VH1, after each video aired they had a panel of specialists who analyzed each video by breaking down the lyrics. Each had a different interpretation and went on and on and on especially with my favorite. I think Madonna summed it up best in a classic MTV video interview they showed, "it's a simple love song."

Here is the list:

#10

CHERISH
Cherish the thought
Of always having you here by my side
Oh baby I cherish the joy
You keep bringing it into my life

#9VOGUE
When all else fails and you long to be
Something better than you are today
I know a place where you can get away
It's called a dance floor, and here's what it's for, so
Come on, vogue

#8
LUCKY STAR
Come on shine your heavenly body tonight
'Cause I know you're gonna make everything all right
You may be my lucky star
But I'm the luckiest by far

#7

Open Your Heart
I think that you're afraid to look in my eyes
You look a little sad boy, I wonder why
I follow you around but you can't see
You're too wrapped up in yourself to notice
So you choose to look the other way
Well, I've got something to say....

#6
BORDERLINE
Stop playing with my heart
Finish what you start
When you make my love come down
If you want me let me know
Baby let it show
Honey don't you fool around

#5
EXPRESS YOURSELF
Don't go for second best baby
Put your love to the test
You know, you know, you've got to
Make him express how he feels
And maybe then you'll know your love is real

#4

PAPA DON'T PREACH
(A favorite song of the Vatican. Hey, she even dedicated it to Pope John II at her concert in '87)

Papa I know you're going to be upset
'Cause I was always your little girl
But you should know by now
I'm not a baby

#3

MATERIAL GIRL

(The video where she met hubby#1)

They can beg and they can plead

But they can't see the light, that's right

Because the boy with the cold hard cash

Is always Mister Right

#2

LIKE A VIRGIN

You're so fine and you're mine

Make me strong, yeah, you make me bold

Oh, your love thawed out

Yeah, your love thawed out

What was scared and cold

#1

LIKE A PRAYER

When you call my name it's like a little prayer

I'm down on my knees, I want to take you there

In the midnight hour I can feel your power

Just like a prayer, you know I'll take you there

All great videos but in my opinion they left many, many out that definitely should have made the list.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

Happy Hour: Day 11 & Day 12

Thursday August 13th 2009

Cocaine Princess here.

Mother Nature decided to at last hear our pleas. There was not a single cloud in the sky or a drop of rain. It was so hot today, the type of hot that is accompanied by humidity and no breeze. The best kind of hot weather I love.

This afternoon in the mail a very special delivery arrived for me. (No not my Birkin. My beloved bag arrived on Tuesday. I'll be blogging shortly about that) A particular cake I had ordered arrived.

Long time readers will know I have a sweet tooth. I love decadent and lavish desserts especially dark chocolate raspberry truffles and of course a certain cheesecake.

In 2002 while I was traveling I came across a company called "The Tortuga Rum Company" in the Cayman Islands. They make super fabulous tasting cakes and "the trademark ingredient is a generous amount of premium five-year old, oak barrel aged Tortuga Gold Rum." They ship worldwide and come in a wide variety of flavors. I selected Coconut. Happy Hour 10:30PM

Today Happy Hour took place in my household at 10:30PM. As soon as the cake arrived I was tempted to have a taste seeing how it was calling out to me, "taste me princess, taste me." I waited until Happy Hour.

Today my sister fixed me a PINEAPPLE MOJITO.

INGREDIENTS:

6 mint leaves
4 big pineapple chunks
2 teaspoons brown sugar
2 ounces dark rum
1 dash pineapple juice


DIRECTIONS:

Crush the mint, pineapple chunks and brown sugar in the bottom of a shaker. Add the rum and shake with ice. Strain in a highball glass filled with crushed ice. Complete with pineapple juice and stir. Garnish with a pineapple chunk and mint.

And down the hatchet day 11 of Happy Hour went.

My verdict?

I don't like regular mojitos but a pineapple mojito was definitely delightful and made a great pairing with my island treat.

Friday August 14th 2009

Cocaine Princess here.

When I first began blogging I had no idea that one day I would be blogging about having a drink every night. I guess it just goes to show nobody knows what's going to happen tomorrow. Hmm, "What Happens Tomorrow," a song that is sung by my favorite band.

HAPPY HOUR 9:15AM

No that is not a typo. Happy Hour in my household occurred not too long ago.

This morning my sister made a HAWAIIAN MIMOSA.

INGREDIENTS:

12 ounce can of apricot nectar
12 ounce can of pineapple juice
6 ounce can of frozen orange juice
3/4 cup of water
1 bottle of dry white champagne, chilled



DIRECTIONS:

Mix the apricot nectar, pineapple juice, frozen orange juice, and water, and mix until orange juice has thawed. Stir in champagne and serve in champagne flutes.

When drinking Mimosas from pretty champagne flutes what comes to mind? Perhaps a private cabana for 2 on the beach at a 5star resort in a tropical location while sharing a plate of chocolate covered strawberries with your beloved.

Where was I?

On my patio watching the gardener trim some branches while 2 UFOs landed in my yard, a tennis ball and a beach ball.

What was I eating?

A bacon, lettuce, tomato, cheese bagel with shredded hash brown on the side. The cleaning lady came by this morning and on Fridays she always brings by a dozen Tim Horton's donuts. I always offer her first selection and of course today she selected the one I had my eye on, the walnut crunch. I went for the Blueberry Bloom instead. The Blueberry Bloom is a donut in the shape of a flower petal and the petal (donut) pieces break off so you can dunk them in the center where there is a dollop of blueberry jam. I didn't offer her a drink. I didn't think it was wise for her to be V.U.I. Vacuuming Under The Influence.

And down the hatchet Day 12 of Happy Hour went.

My verdict?

It was delicious.

For the past 3 mornings I've been waking up with a headache. Hmm, could my headaches have something to do with me having a drinkie every night?

My loyal and dear readers it's finally Friday.

Whatever your plans are have phenomenal weekend.-x

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

Happy Hour: Day 10

Cocaine Princess here.

This morning my sister and I went out for breakfast. We selected a really nice and ritzy restaurant in town. And yes this time "we" means "me."

I'm browsing through the menu items and all I wanted was the fruit plate: pineapples, oranges, kiwis and grapes. My sister who has more or less become my warden by watching and monitoring my every movement had other plans. When the waiter approached our table "A" decided to order (without even consulting me first) on my behalf:

Omelet with green peppers and tomatoes
Bacon, Sausage
2 English muffins with jam

She ordered the same for herself. I sat across the table from "A" and just stared at her. She stared back while smiling.

"Something on your mind?" she asked.

"As a matter of fact there is," I replied. "I have an idea: why not just stick me in a damn high chair and spoon feed me."

"Goodness darling you're in a cranky mood this morning," she commented.

"Because I can't keep eating food like this, at least not everyday. It would be one thing if I was able to exercise the full 2hrs to burn off the fat but even that has been cut short to 20 min. a day. You keep making me eat foods against my will."

"It's for your own good. You need to take proper care of your body."

"I'm well aware of my body and I've been doing a fine, no I've been doing a great job looking after it," I said back.

"This coming from the girl who insisted on shopping while having the chicken pox because of a dress she absolutely had to buy."

At that moment the waiter brought our food. I waited until he left to give her my reply.

"I didn't know I had the chicken pox, alright."

"You had red spots all over your body, you were running a fever and you could barely walk. Never mind the fact you don't listen to what anybody tells you, you don't even listen to what your own body is telling you. Darling admit it, you are stubborn."

I rolled my eyes and thought, 'oh lord not the "admit it you are stubborn speech" again.

You know what, I don't like this side of you," I stated. "The bossy and controlling side of you."

"Darling I'm not being bossy or controlling. I'm only doing this for your own good. Your health is important to me." she stated back.

"You maybe older than me but remember I'm bigger and stronger than you."

I picked up my fork and knife and then decided to admit something to my sister..........

Breakfast looked, smelled and tasted delicious.

What? Did you think for a second I was going to admit to her I'm stubborn? Never, because I'm not.

HAPPY HOUR 7:00PM

Wow! I can't believe it's Day 10 of Happy Hour nor can I believe this is the 10th night in a row I've been having a drinkie. Let's take a look at the past 9 drinks I've had so far:

WATERMELON MARGARITA

POMEGRANATE MARTINI

BLUE HAWAIIAN

TEQUILA TWILIGHT

PEACH DAIQUIRI

MARGARITA

STRAWBERRY BANANA COLADA

POMEGRANATE COSMO

Right after last night's not so great tasting drink my sister began concocting another one that required overnight refrigeration.

Today Happy Hour occurred in my household at 7:00. She made a RASPBERRY MANGO SANGRIA.

INGREDIENTS:
1 Bottle Spanish Red Wine
1 Mango, sliced
2 cups of fresh raspberries (or thawed frozen)
1 lime, sliced
3 oz brandy
2 tbsp of superfine sugar if desired
1 Can club soda



DIRECTIONS:

Combine all ingredients in a bowl or pitcher except for the club soda. Let sit in refrigerator over night or at least 8 hours. When ready to serve stir in club soda for sparkle.

And down the hatchet Day 10 of Happy Hour went.

My verdict?

Incredibly delicious especially while sharing a plate of tortilla chips and salsa out on the patio with my (bossy and controlling) sister.

20 minutes later still out on the patio I spot what some may call a UFO if they were standing far away but because I was so close I could easily identify what exactly the UFO was. A nerf racket went flying into the air landing in my yard followed by loud giggles and then a little voice saying:

"Helloooooooo?"

"The gate is open," I said.

The 2 cheeky little lambs from next door came running over.

"Is that lemonade. I like lemonade, may we have some please?" one of them asked placing his hand on the pitcher.

"No, no you can't drink this," I said moving the pitcher away.

"Why not?" the other asked.

(Because one glass and you'll be bouncing off the walls I thought to myself)

"You're not going to like this. If you go inside "A" will get you guys something else."

Making their way in I questioned how their newest addition to the family was doing.

"Norby doesn't get along with our other doggie. He won't play with him," the one replied and then asked,

"Can we have some chips?"

"Help yourself," I said.

After grabbing a handful they both went inside and then I remembered at that moment I had forgot to request that they remove their shoes.

Hmm, Norby doesn't like to play with the hideous creature with four legs. Can't say I blame Norby. The poor dog is probably scared to death of him.

Tomorrow Day 11 of Happy Hour.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

Happy Hour: Day 9

Cocaine Princess here.

Most of the time if not always I don't know what is happening in the neighborhood I live in. We constantly get flyers and newsletters in our mailbox with information of up coming events and of course there is Poodle Lady's insane petitions which are now sent to residents by email. I pay no attention to the flyers/newsletters other than they are sent on really pretty colored stationary. I leave that part up to my sister since it is more her type of thing.

This morning I was sleeping so wonderfully and having such pleasant and sweet thoughts only to have it interrupted by a sound. A sound? What sound you ask my dear readers? Well it was the sound of a doorbell. First I thought I was dreaming but when the ringing wouldn't stop I realized I wasn't. I looked at the time, 6:30am. Who is ringing the door so early in the morning and more importantly why?

I got out of bed and headed on over to "A's" room so she could check to see who it was. She wasn't there. I heard the shower running. During all this time the doorbell was still continuing to ring. Yes, yes I know, in the amount of time it took me to go see my sister I could have very well answered the door and that's what I did. Going down the stairs the doorbell kept ringing non stop.

"Oh good lord I'm coming,"I mumbled and thought, "if a strange woman is at the door asking for Tamara I'm in deep trouble." I predicted it would be one of the little lambs from next door. What now has landed in my backyard? One of their flip-flops? I checked to see who it was. So who was at the door? Let's just say my prediction was way off. There stood a man on my porch dressed in a wife beater shirt, jeans and a hard hat. Oh boy he definitely has the wrong house I thought. I communicated through the intercom.

"Yes, can I help you?" I asked.

"We need you to move your car, it's still in the driveway." he replied.

Slight pause on my part since I was confused and had no idea what he meant by that. I said,

"What?"

I know that wasn't exactly the most polite word to say but it was the first thing that came to mind.

"Your car, you need to move it to the street."

Still confused.

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm here to reseal your driveway. I can't exactly do it with a car parked in the driveway."

I hurried on over into the living room and took a peak out the window. Most everyone's car was parked on the street and their driveways were getting resealed. This paving company visits our subdivision every year and every house on the street gets it done at the same time. I was hoping my sister would come down but she was still in the shower. I was still in my nightie and my hair was tussled: in other words I just wasn't ready to be seen by anyone!

"Can you come back later?"

"No we're on a tight schedule."

I let out a quiet groan.

"I'll be out in a sec," I replied.

I ran up the stairs, opened my bedroom closet, tore off my nightie, grabbed my little Juicy Couture shorts and top and then went into the other room to get a pair of shoes, and because I wasn't wearing any makeup, my dark shades and sunglasses. I ran back down, retrieved my keys from the kitchen and went outside to move my car. I wasn't the only one who had forgotten as I saw many other residents still in their robes and pj's moving their cars too. Making my way back into the house as quickly as I could who did I have the pleasure of meeting? Poodle Lady and her baby. Lord help me. After giving me her full head to toe stare she spoke.

"The sun isn't out. It's cloudy. So why the sunglasses?"

"My eyes are super sensitive this time of day," I replied. Yes I know it was a lie but like I was going to tell her the truth.

"Is it a type of eye condition?" she questioned and very suspiciously I might add.

"Yes."

"What's it called?"

"The doctors have yet to come up with a diagnosis," I said back trying not to laugh and continued.

"Look I need to get back inside."

"I need to talk who is ever in charge here. Do you know who that is?"

As much as I wanted to end my conversation with her curiosity got the better of me and I just had to know why. When I asked she explained.

"I'm not satisfied with the job they did. It's unsatisfactory," she snapped.

"I have no idea. You can ask one of the workers," I said.

I felt so very sorry for who ever was going to have the pleasure of dealing with her. Whether or not they re-did the job, I don't know.

Back inside the house I went and my sister was in the kitchen.

"Where did you go?" she questioned.

"I had to move the car. And thank you very much for telling me the people were coming over this morning to do the driveway. You couldn't have told me last night?"

"Darling I specifically informed you last week and because my words to you go unheard I left the letter posted on the fridge. Didn't you bother to read it?"

"The fridge is in the kitchen and the kitchen is the one section of the house you specifically banned me from entering. Remember?"

"The letter has been posted on the fridge for the past 3 weeks. When you placed the can of Coke in the freezer how could you have missed it?"

Hmm, I thought to myself...... Well I did notice a teal colored paper on the fridge with something written on it.........I had no answer for her.

"What would you like for breakfast darling?"

"A can of Slim Fast please," I answered.

"French Toast and hash browns it is," she said getting out the frying pan.

"Why did you bother asking me what I want for breakfast if you're not going to listen?" I questioned her.

She didn't respond. She just gave me a smile.

"I'm going back to bed. Call me when you're done making me a plate of grease."

HAPPY HOUR 8:30PM

Today Happy Hour in my household took place at 8:30PM. Tonight my sister fixed me a

POMEGRANATE COSMO

Ingredients:
Handful of ice cubes
1/4 Oz Rose's Lime Juice
1 1/4 Oz Citron Vodka
1/4 Oz Triple Sec or Cointreau
1/4 oz Pomegranate Juice



Directions:

Combine all ingredients in a cocktail shaker and shake. Strain and serve in a chilled martini glass. Garnish.

And down the hatchet Day 9 of Happy Hour went.

My verdict?

Forgive me all you Cosmo drinking lovers out there but good grief it was disgusting. I had my drinkie while watching Hell's Kitchen and was about to a pull a verbal Chef Ramsay on "A." Disgusting as it was I did drink it all. Bleech!

Tomorrow Happy Hour Day 10.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess.

Happy Hour: Day 8

Cocaine Princess here.

There is a commercial I saw that aired on TV the other day. A group of friends are packing their car as they get ready to head to the cottage, and by packing I mean they are stuffing the truck with cases of Molson Canadian beer. The next shot, the group of friends arrive at the cottage and are enjoying the summer weather by swimming in the lake, barbecuing, just having an all around good time while a keg of Molson Canadian sits near them. The narrator says,

"There is an unwritten code in Canada and if you live by it you know we have three shifts of summer: June, July, August. So you make every shift count. Seize the summer!"


Molson is also sponsoring a contest where you submit an essay in 103 words or less about how you plan on seizing the summer! The grand prize winner will receive passes to a Mega Keg Party.

Right now we are in third shift of summer and the weather couldn't be more fantastic. Yesterday we hit a high of +41C. Not that anyone of us could have enjoyed it. We had a severe, loud banging thunderstorm during the evening time the kind where the entire sky turns black and all you see is flashes and flashes of lightning. A serious question to Mother Nature: What gives? You give us such hot, humid weather but what is the point if we can't go out and enjoy the third and finally shift of summer?

HAPPY HOUR 6:45PM

Yesterday Happy Hour Day 7 took place during the thunderstorm and more importantly right in the middle of TRUE BLOOD, a show I am so addicted to. I would have blogged about Sunday's Happy Hour but the power went out and I really wasn't in the mood to post an entry by flashlight. In case you're wondering I gulped down an oh so delicious MARGARITA while enjoying a plate of cheesy nachos with extra jalapenos peppers mixed into the cheese sauce. For me the hotter and spicier the flavor the better the taste.

I wanted to have my drink today out on the patio while enjoying the sauna like weather but once again Mother Nature is acting peculiar. Not only was it raining but it is was hailing. It finally stopped around 8ish.

The only good thing the power didn't go off but the satellite did act up so I decided to watch a DVD while having a drinkie. Long time followers will know how far behind I am on my movies. The last movie I saw was The Orphan and it turned out to be a piece of garbage. I selected VACANCY 2: THE FINAL CUT. I put it back in the pile because I hadn't seen VACANCY until my sister informed me it was a prequel to VACANCY (2007).



The movie starts off showing the clerks at the cheap motel the Meadowview Inn having a side business of secretly video-taping the sexual escapades of their guests. Vacancy 2 is set 6 years earlier and explains how the clerks get out of the "porn" business and get into the sick business of making snuff films. I have yet to see Vacancy but I thought the prequel was pretty good and entertaining. Compared to The Orphan it was spectacular.

Today Happy Hour took place in my household at 6:45pm after a very fattening supper. My sister fixed me a

STRAWBERRY BANANA COLADA

1 1/4 oz Myer's Dark Rum
2 oz Coconut Cream
2 oz. Strawberries
1 Banana
8 oz Ice

DIRECTIONS

Mix well in blender until smooth. Serve in specialty glass. Garnish.

And down the hatchet Day 8 of Happy Hour went.

My verdict?

It was absolutely D-E-L-I-C-I-O-U-S. In fact it was so delicious I had 2!

Tomorrow Happy Hour Day 9.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

Happy Hour: Day 5 and Kind Of Day 6

**UPDATED**

Thursday August 6th 2009

Cocaine Princess here

It was in the middle of the afternoon and I was feeling thirsty and decided to have a non-alcoholic drink. I made a little trip into kitchen, opened the fridge and there was no pop chilling and more importantly I was out of Diet Dr. Pepper. I walk over the pantry and there's no Diet Dr. Pepper in there either. You can imagine my horror! Instead there was a 12 pack of unopened Diet Coke. I opened the carton and grabbed a couple of cans and put them in the fridge and one in the freezer to quickly chill for about 5-6 minutes. The telephone rings and I go to answer it and who is it? Valentina of course. We chatted for a good hour before ending the call.

I then left to go out for a couple of hours.

Hmm, I forgot something didn't I?

When I came home my sister was in the kitchen with practically the entire contents of the freezer on the counter. She was wearing rubber gloves and holding a cloth.

"What's going on I asked?"

"Well darling I thought I would grill some chicken for dinner tonight. When I went to get some out of the freezer guess what I found?

I took a peak and when I did the only reaction I had was the Homer Simpson D'OH!

Remember how I wrote, "Hmm, I forgot something didn't I?"

Well I did.

Do you know what happens when you leave a can of pop in the freezer for hours and hours?

If not here is a graphic illustration.






(You should have seen the inside of the freezer. There was frozen diet coke slush everywhere)

"Darling please do me a favor," she asked.

"Name it."

"Stay out of this section of the house from now on," she replied.

HAPPY HOUR 8:00PM

Today Happy Hour in my household took place at 8:00pm. After yesterday's god awful drink my sister fixed me a

PEACH DAIQUIRI. For herself she blended a Margarita but I wanted to taste something new.

2oz Malibu Passion Fruit Rum

1oz peach schnapps

peach slices

Crushed ice



DIRECTIONS:

Add ingredients in blender with ice. Blend. Garnish with peach slice or cherry

And down the hatchet Day 5 of Happy Hour went.

My verdict?

100x better than a Tequila Moonrise.

Tomorrow Happy Hour Day 6.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

**Friday August 7th 2009

Cocaine Princess here.

It's after midnight and I came down for a light snack and for me at this hour that's usually a bowl of cereal. Instead I couldn't help but notice the MARGARITA pitcher sitting on the fridge shelf wasn't empty. I was tempted but then decided to wait until later on in the night and see what "A" comes up with. I closed the fridge door and then opened it again and closed it and when over to the cupboard and pulled out the cereal box. I really wanted the Margarita. I was so conflicted. I could eat a bowl of "Oatmeal Crisp" and have the taste of "delicious, hearty oat and wheat flake cereal with apple pieces and brown sugar oat clusters" on my palette or the taste of salt and citrus on my palette. Tough choice I know. I thought and thought and thought until I had a "hmm" moment.

During my "hmm moment" I thought of a very cheeky quote said by Oscar Wilde and made my decision based on that.

I grabbed myself a straw, opened the fridge and had several long sips straight from the pitcher standing in the one section of the house my sister prohibited me from entering.

I can't really describe in words how the last couple of days have been for me with all that went down other than I was feeling frustration and confusion. I still am. It's been one of those kind of weeks where I just wanted to stay in bed and not get up. One would think having a drinkie every night would help. It didn't. But thanks to Happy Hour I at least had the most sweetest night's rest and dream every night.

If you're reading this that means I was still pretty conscious enough to post it and it's most likely I went back to bed. Now whether or not I actually made it back up the stairs and into my bedroom or if I fell asleep in front of the computer is another story. I won't know until I wake up.

If I don't post anything later throughout the day I would like to say:

My loyal and dear readers it's finally Friday!

Whatever your plans are have a fantastic weekend.-x

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

Happy Hour: Day 4

Cocaine Princess here.

Earlier in the day I went out to run some errands and after I did a little shopping. Well I had to. Why you ask? Well I need something to wear with my new Birkin when it arrives don't I?

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One of the many good things about having a satellite is the awesome channels that come with it. Currently we pick up 977 different stations.

The downside? There are 2.

1.
Sometimes the same show or movie will be on at least 10 channels.

2.
Anytime Mother Nature is feeling moody and decides to unleash heavy rain, thunderstorms or blowing snow the satellite loses signal and the only thing you'll be able to watch on TV is a black screen with 2 words written in large capital letters: "LOST SIGNAL." That is what kind of happened today. Instead of the words "lost signal" the words: SYSTEM MAINTENANCE. WE APOLOGIZE. SATELLITE SIGNAL WILL RETURN IN 4 HOURS. And it couldn't have come at a worst time I tell you. I was in the middle of watching my spicy Mexican telenovella. A very poignant moment in the series was occurring when the words appeared. I decided to watch a movie. As I was about to pop in a DVD the doorbell rang. I looked over at my sister. She was at the kitchen table doing something. What was she doing? I have no idea other than there was a stack of folders, a thick note book and a calendar near her. The doorbell rang again.

"Can you get that please, darling?"

Being in a lazy mood I asked,

"Where's the cleaning lady?"

"She's upstairs," she replied.

The doorbell rang again. I got up and went over to 'A" and said,

"Why can't she (cleaning lady) answer it?"

"In the amount of time it took you to get up off the couch, walk over here and ask me that question you could have answered the door by now," she stated.

This time I had a snappy come back unlike last Thursday at the movies when I kept coming up empty.

"And in the amount of time you spent giving me that little speech you could have too."

I told you it was snappy! Somebody give the princess a high-5!

The doorbell rang again, this time non stop. I decided to go and answer it. As I did I made something clear to A.

"If it's Poodle Lady I'm not opening the door."

Making my way into the foyer the cleaning lady had already made her way half way down the stairs. She says,

"Would you like me to get that?"

"Thank you but I got it," I told her.

I checked to see who it was. Well it wasn't Poodle Lady. It was one of the little lambs from next door minus Norby and the hideous creature. I opened the door and he's dripping wet wearing nothing but Bob The Builder swim trunks.

"Hi XXXXX," I said.

"Hi. My goggles fell in your backyard," he said.

"Your goggles?" I said back.

"Yeah I need them."

I was dying to know and had to ask.

"How did your goggles fall into my backyard?"

"I don't know. Me and my brother were playing in the water," he replied.

Hmm, I believe that was a sufficient enough answer, don't you?

"Does your brother have his goggles?"

He nodded and said,

"He's wearing them just like I was."

"And yet somehow they fell off from your face and wound up in my yard?"

He nodded yes and smiled.

HAPPY HOUR 10:15PM

Today Happy Hour at my household took place at 10:15PM. My sister fixed me a

TEQUILA TWILIGHT

1 part Tequila
2 parts Cranberry Juice
1 shot Grape Juice

Directions:

Fill the glass 1/3 full of tequila and then the rest with the cranberry juice, leaving enough room for the shot of grape juice.



I hesitated at first when I first heard the name. I tend to step back with any drink that has "Tequila" in its' name but considering there's a full summer moon out tonight I thought what the hell.

I stepped out onto the patio and sat down cross legged on the chair. It was such a beautiful muggy night with the luminous full moon surrounded by its twinkling companions.

And down the hatchet Day 4 of Happy Hour went.

My Verdict:

I drank it all.........but it was disgusting, truly it was.

Tomorrow Happy Hour Day 5.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

Happy Hour: Day 3

Cocaine Princess here.

This morning I received a very early morning phone call that disturbed my slumber. No it wasn't another wrong number with someone saying "I wanna Order the #5 Combo." It was none other than Valentina.

I was not greeted by the usual warm and loving reception I am so use to:

"Hola Princesa como estas?"

Instead I was greeted with this:

"So you would rather drink with that person who lives with you than with me, your one and only best friend?!"

Oh boy! I knew it was only a matter of time.

"I was expecting a call from you late Sunday night or Monday morning at the latest," I said.

"I figured you needed a couple of days to come up with an excuse. Let's hear it."

"I don't have one," I replied.

"Did it cross your mind at any point had you drank alcohol like I encouraged you to during our Easter Vay-cay your HDL would have probably been right on target and there would be no need for you to be having a drink with-"

Slight Pause.

She finished her sentence.

"Her?!"

"I don't think one day of doing shots would have helped," I stated.

"How do you know?! It might have!" she cried.

I rolled over on my other side to see what time it was. 6:02 AM. It was waaaay too early for this.

"I don't know. I guess you could be right," I said back closing my eyes.

"Are you two having the time of your lives every night while you have a drinkie? Do you make a toast?" she asked.

"Oh my God you can't be serious?" I asked back.

Oops silly me, of course she was serious.

"Where do you think we are when we're having a drink? Laying on some tropical beach under a palapa hut? Yesterday I sat at the kitchen table with my drink, the day before that, on the patio," I explained. "Satisfied?"

"You neglected to tell whether or not you guys toast?"

"Just the usual SALUD," I answered. "Satisfied now?"

"For now. Have you had a chance to check your email?" she inquired

"No, not yet."

"Go check it now."

"Why?"

"Because I sent you something and I want you to see it," she answered.

"I'll check it later and call you back."

"Why don't you do it now? You're awake aren't you?"

"Because you called me," I said.

"Just please go check your inbox. I promise you won't regret it, and stay on the phone with me."

I got out of bed, exited my bedroom, headed down the stairs, entered into the family room and turned on my laptop.....

Valentina had sent me a picture of herself holding a handbag. She had this sly and cheeky smile on her face. God help her but it's really the only smile she knows.

I gasped when I saw the picture.

"Is that a new Birkin bag?" I asked.

"Yes! Daddy bought it for me yesterday."

I let out a tiny squeal.

"It's oh so fab-u-los!" I exclaimed.

"And yours of course is on the way. Daddy had the store ship it to you."

Valentina was right about me not regretting it. Yes I am a girlie girl who loves her handbags, shoes, bling and clothes.....

HAPPY HOUR: 10:OOPM

Today Happy Hour took place in my household at 10:00pm. My sister fixed me a

BLUE HAWAIIAN

1.0 oz. Blue Curaçao
1.0 oz. Coconut Cream
2.0 oz. Pineapple Juice
1.0 oz. Light Rum

Directions:

Fill a blender with 3 oz. of crushed ice and all ingredients. Blend the ingredients at low speed for about 15 seconds or until smooth. Pour into a goblet.





And down the hatchet day 3 of Happy Hour went.

My verdict?

YUMMY-YUMMY-YUMMY!

Tomorrow, Happy Hour: Day 4

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess