Part 2: I Giggled......Perhaps I Shouldn't Have?

 

Cocaine Princess here.

To review:

VALENTINA:  On the weekend cousin was dj’ing at a party and you’ll never believe who was there? Guess?

Before I even had a chance to take my next breath she spoke.

V: Senor Bling....and his new girlfriend.

And just like that my level of curiosity plummeted as if it were a stock market on the verge of  crashing.

ME: Valentina, I’m going to hang up now.

PART 2:


And so I did. I turned off my phone and set it to voice mail. Now it was sister’s level of curiosity that began to rise and the look on her face definitely showed it.

A: Why did you hang up on her?

I failed to give her a reply because I was in the middle of counting when she asked. You see, I know how my best friend operates and therefore I knew within the next 30 seconds she would try to make another attempt to contact me.

..........12, 13, 14.......18......22

22 seconds. That’s how long it took for the phone to ring.....sister’s phone that is. It was lying right on top of her open handbag in the empty chair next to her. She picked it up, answered it and passed the phone over to me.

A: It's for you my darling.

Taking it from her I put the phone to my ear and didn’t say a word. After a few seconds the person on the other line spoke:
 
VALENTINA: I know you’re there. I can hear you breathing.

I decided to be a little cheeky.

ME: Valentina, is that you? Hey, long time no hear. What’s up?

VALENTINA: What’s up?! I can’t believe you hung up on me!

ME: What did you expect? You know the rules. That topic is off limits.

VALENTINA: I thought you might be interested in knowing about his love life.

I was damn near speechless. Unfortunately experiencing voice loss is something Valentina has yet to experience. Not that it would have stopped her seeing how she would find some other method of communicating. Eventually I was able to get my words out.

ME: Have you lost your mind-- why would you think that?

VALENTINA: I was only giving you an update of what was happening with things-- you know keeping you in the loop.

ME: Do me a favor and keep me out of the loop when it comes to that, okay?

VALENTINA: But--

ME: Listen very carefully- I don’t care. He can do whatever the hell he wants.

VALENTINA: Can I just say one more thing?

ME: Is it about whose name shall not be mentioned?

VALENTINA: Yes.

My God, it was like she didn't hear one word that came out of my mouth.
 
ME: Then my answer is no.

VALENTINA: Alright, I won’t tell you........I’ll call you later on tonight. Daddy sends his love and told me to tell you he misses his Colombian Doll madly.

ME: I miss him too. Send him my love along with hugs and kisses. 

VALENTINA: Before I forget-

Even though I specifically told her NO, Valentina decided to tell me what exactly that “one more thing” was. She said it very rapidly-- like it was all one really big long word, and then hung up:

VALENTINA: Senor-Bling’s-girlfriend-was-asking-questions-about-you-and-she-wanted-to-know-more-about-you-talk-to-you-soon-Princesa-love-you.

I gotta hand it to her, well played. I gave sister her phone back.
 
A: Do I dare even ask what that conversation was all about?

ME: Trust me when I say it was nothing.

“A” chuckled.
 
A: Child, nothing always means something.

And so I told her.
 
A: Why would she tell you that?

ME: She was keeping me "in the loop."

For dramatic effect I did the whole air quote thing. I let out a sigh.

ME: Looking back now I can never figure out why I ever dated him. I can't come up with not even one sane answer.  

Sister reached across the table and gently held my hand. 

A: Aren’t you always the one who says everything happens for a reason?

It’s true. I’ve always felt that things happen for a reason and there's some sort of hidden lesson or purpose in every circumstance. I believe nothing happens by chance or luck nor do I believe in coincidences. Scoff if you must and that's okay, we're all entitled to our opinion.

Everything happens for a reason. I realize that's not the most comforting phrase a person likes to hear nor does it bring piece of mind especially when something occurs that makes you feel angry, hurt, confused or even leaves you with a gaping hole in your heart, and you’re left asking: “Why did that have to happen?”

I also happen to believe people come into our lives and/or cross our paths for a reason. These individuals whether their presence is for a short amount of time or for the long haul can either leave their eternal footprints on our hearts, or they can leave us feeling as I stated above: angry, hurt, confused or with a gaping hole. Regardless of how they make us feel we can't help but sometimes wonder, “Why were they brought into our lives?”
 
More than often we don’t receive the answers to our questions right away which can be frustrating. Waiting is always the hardest part, isn't it? They come to us later on when we begin to see the bigger picture much clearer and it’s only then we realize had it not been for those certain things or for those certain people it wouldn’t have brought me to where I am today, or shaped me into the person that I am today. Hmm, perhaps that's why things turned out the way they did. We think, “Yeah, it all makes sense now.....another piece of the puzzle.....all the dots connect.” Lessons are learned, messages are received and when we do arrive at the point in our lives we feel a sense of balance. 

As of this moment there are a few unanswered questions I'm still awaiting answers for and when the time is right I know I'll receive them, and more importantly I'll hopefully understand why.

To be Continued.... 

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My loyal and dear readers it's finally Friday. Are you doing your Happy Dance? I'll be doing mine later..... To be exact it'll be a moment before I begin my work out.

For us up here it's the Long Holiday Weekend! Double Happy Dance!!

Whatever your plans are have a tremendous last weekend of July.~x

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

The 27 Club

Cocaine Princess here.

***Updated: Tuesday July 26th****


The funeral of singer Amy Winehouse took place in London today.

The service — which was attended by 200 people including music producer Mark Ronson and Kelly Osbourne — who wore her hair in the style of Amy’s trademark beehive in tribute to her, ended with the congregation singing Amy’s favorite song, Carole King’s ‘So Far Away’.    

The full article is here.  

For Russell Brand's loving tribute titled, "For Amy" click here.

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The 27 Club, also known as the Forever 27 Club or Club 27, is the name for a group of musicians who died at the age of 27. Brian Jones of The Rolling Stones, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison and Kurt Cobain.

Today's death of British soul singer Amy Winehouse makes her the latest member of the club.  Her hit song, "Rehab," echoed her own life and turmoil through its lyrics: "They tried to make me go to rehab; I said no, no, no." The song is about her refusal to seek help at a clinic for people with problems with alcohol.

 "She won five of the most prestigious prizes in the U.S. at the 50th Grammy Awards including record and song of the year for "Rehab" but she was forced to deliver her rejection of rehab treatment by satellite after her visa application was delayed because of her widely documented drug problems.

I absolutely love the look on Amy's face at 5:54 to 6:00 after Tony Bennett announces she had won a Grammy. 

One critic said her song "Love Is A Losing Game" evoked images of smoke, empty vodka bottles and smudged mascara and was perhaps the most heartbreaking thing she's ever recorded.

Upon hearing the news of their daughter's passing "her mum knew it was going to happen; her dad knew. It was just time." 

Parents outliving their own children, I can't think of anything more heartbreaking and devastating for any parent. It's not supposed to be that way. It shouldn't be that way.

I've always been a fan of her music. Ms. Winehouse's voice was truly one of a kind and simply spectacular.  

May your troubled soul find peace.  RIP Amy Winehouse.

XOXOXOXO,

Cocaine Princess

I Giggled......Perhaps I Shouldn’t Have?

Cocaine Princess here.

Last week I went out to lunch with sister and two of her friends, a couple. The wife was my sister’s dorm room~mate back in university. I myself had also been invited and without even asking me sister answered on my behalf and said yes to the invite! We met up with them in the city at a newly opened restaurant I hadn’t had the pleasure of eating in yet but had heard very good things about it.

Sister’s friends aren’t exactly what I would call the life of the party. I have absolutely nothing in common with them. Anytime I'm around any of her acquaintances I get completely and utterly bored. As “A” and I began to walk up the few stairs that lead to the establishment's front door I pleaded with her one last time to let me bail.

A: Do you honestly think I’m going to say 'yes, it's okay to leave?'

I really hate it when she answers my question with a question because when I give her an answer it always turns out to be wrong.

ME: I do believe so. Give them my regards okay. See ya babe.

Just as I was about to make my way down the stairs sister grabbed a hold of my arm.

A: Oh no you don’t child.

Clearly I didn’t think this through very well. My mistake for not faking an illness or making up a non~existent appointment.

Entering inside stood a neatly dressed hostess standing behind a little table. On top was an open reservation book with gilded edges and on the wall nearby was a bronze plaque that read:

Reservations Required
Dress Code In Effect

Big points go to sister’s friends for selecting a restaurant that enforced the above rules! “A” informed the hostess we were meeting friends for lunch and the hostess upon hearing the name forwarded a message to us. Sister’s friends were running a little behind due to an unforeseen emergency and would arrive there within the hour, and insisted we go ahead and order lunch.

Hmm.....unforeseen emergency......if only I could have come up with one that day.

We followed the hostess into the dining room where we were seated at a corner table for four. We decided not to eat until their arrival but went ahead and ordered drinks. A Coke for me, an Ice~Tea for “A” served to us by a waiter wearing white, spiffy gloves. Before I took a drink I did a quick check on my make~up by pulling out my compact. My lipstick was fading a tad bit so I reapplied it and then on top applied one coat of lip gloss sealant to prevent it from coming off during eating and drinking, therefore eliminating the need for constantly re~applying it. Tricks of the trade!....Although sometimes it’s nice to leave lipstick kisses all over your guy, right ladies? Sister commented on how pretty the shade was and then felt the need to say:

A: You look so tired darling. Your eyes are red.

In a panic I looked again at myself in the compact. She was right! My eyes were indeed a little red so I went digging back into my LV bag to get out the bottle of Visine. You know– to get the red out! Imagine my horror when I realized I had forgotten to pack it. Located around the corner was one of those big pharmacy chain franchises. Ah, the perfect excuse! I would “excuse” myself on account of a “make~up emergency.” In my world it happens to be a valid excuse...... Unfortunately sister didn’t quite agree. She continued:

A: I don’t quite understand why you wake up so early every single day? You don’t work 9~5 hours. Try spending a few more hours in bed.

ME: Don’t you think if I could, I would?

As I previously blogged Mr. Sandman has returned once again and by that I mean I’m sleeping so much better but I can’t seem to sleep more than 4 hours. I’m asleep by midnight and awake by 4:30-5am-ish. No matter how hard I try I can’t fall back to sleep so instead of just laying there in bed getting bedsores I get up and begin my work out. As I was in the middle of explaining all this to “A” my cell phone rang. It was my best friend, Valentina.

V: Cara Mia, que paso?

ME: Having lunch with sister.

V: Are you there by choice or by force?

ME: I was drugged and then dragged here against my will.

I thought my answer was amusing but the look on sister's face told a different story.

V: That’s what I thought. Ugh, what God forsaken place did she take you to this time– that place that serves Happy Meals?

ME: No, it’s actually a Princess~Approved restaurant.

Interested in knowing where I was I snapped a pic and emailed it to her with the 411.

V: I got wind of a juicy piece of news. You ready to hear it?

My level of curiosity rose several levels.

ME: Lay it on me.

V: On the weekend cousin was dj’ing at a party and you’ll never believe who was there? Guess?

Before I even had a chance to take my next breath she spoke.

V: Senor Bling....and his new girlfriend.

And just like that my level of curiosity plummeted as if it were a stock market on the verge of  crashing.

ME: Valentina, I’m going to hang up now. 

To Be Continued.....

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Yesterday we broke the record by hitting +38.3(C), with the humidex it felt like +48C. 
It was literally like standing in front of a blazing fire and for the life of me I don't understand why my neighbors were grilling their dinner. Considering how hot it was all they needed to do was throw the steaks on the burning hot sidewalk and they would have been cooked in under 5 minutes.

 Hmm, then again we folks up here have been known to grill in extreme cold weather 
 too.

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My loyal and dear readers it's finally Friday.

Whatever your plans are have a sweet weekend.~x

XOXOXOXO,

Cocaine Princess 

There's No Such Thing As Too Hot!!

Cocaine Princess here.

These past few days our region has been under an extreme heat~alert. Temperatures have been soaring as high as +38°C with no relief in sight anytime soon. It’s been so blistering hot here that it feels like you’re literally walking in one gigantic sauna and....... I’m totally loving it! After the long, tough and frigid winter we folks up here endured we gladly accept this heat~wave with loving and open arms. Is there anything better than letting the hot sun kiss your face? For us there’s no such thing as too hot. In fact there’s a long standing rule: "When the weather is hot, we’re not allowed to complain." We do enough whining and complaining during the winter and if you’re one of my loyal followers then you know it’s true seeing how I’ve blogged many times in my posts how much I loathe Mother Nature during the cold months.

The other day I heard something that made me think of the song, “Cruel Summer” by British pop group Bananarama. 

According to wikipedia Cruel Summer was released in 1983 and “it looked at the oppressive heat, the misery of wanting to be with someone as the summer ticked by. We've all been there!”

Many people associate this classic 80's tune with the movie “The Karate Kid:” The link is here but unfortunately youtube.com disabled the audio. 

Swedish pop group “Ace Of Base” re~did the song a few years ago. I’m not a fan of remakes. Most of the time if not often the song gets butchered. I’m not sure why some musicians/bands allow it but I always find that nothing can compare to the original. Although I did like Britney Spears’ version of Bobby Brown’s “My Prerogative.”

There are so many songs that I connect with summer~time and several of them come with great memories including Don Henley's “The Boys Of Summer.” 

And if you don't remember why, click here. 

So my lovely ones, when you think of summer what song{s} come to mind?
 
XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

P.S. Tomorrow we're expected to have one of the hottest days on record ever! Hmm.....I wonder if it'll be hot enough to test out the theory of whether or not you can fry an egg on the sidewalk?

The Zeeman Philosophy

Cocaine Princess here.

I love fashion and everything related to it for the obvious reason which is why this story caught my eye.

Yesterday during Fashion Week in Amsterdam the big buzz was about a new designer who went solely by the name of “Frank.” A new luxury brand. Everyone was anxious to see the designer's first collection. Some people heard it was a mix between ready to wear and haute couture, others didn’t have a clue.

At one point during the runway show the lights went off. When the lights returned a model was seen wearing an elegant one shoulder gown with 2 stickers that had the word “ZEEMAN” slapped on the bottom part of the dress. The word also appeared in big, blue lettering on a yellow backdrop shocking everyone. Why?

“Frank” turned out to be from Zeeman Clothing Company, a popular and affordable retailer operating since 1967 with over 1,200 stores in the Netherlands, Belgium, Luxembourg, Germany and France.

So what was the point of this sneaky stunt? It all has to do with the Zeeman philosophy:

“Good clothing and textiles don’t have to be expensive. Good quality for the lowest price.”

The people from ZEEMAN kept everything a secret, only *five people from the company knew they were going to hold a show. The entire guerrilla op stunt can be seen in the short 4 minute video below. 

*You're able to see their joyous reaction at 3:02.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess
 

Plato Said It Best...

Cocaine Princess here.

I love music. It's always been a big part of my life ever since I was a little girl listening to tape cassettes on my walk~man. Ah, tape cassettes and the walk-man, remember those?

I listen to music while exercising, it keeps me motivated especially during those last 10 minutes and it's a definite must whenever I'm in a fitting and a photo~shoot. It helps to not only unwind me but it pumps my energy to a whole other level. The photographers I work with have no problem with music playing in the background....all except for one. I secretly call him The Moody Diva. Don't get me wrong, the man is brilliant at his job but off the handle in the personality department.

When I'm at home and getting dolled up to go out, at times I've been known to stop whatever it is I'm doing and start dancing in the middle of my room especially if a song I like begins playing on the radio. It's hard not to when those hypnotic dance beats are telling me to get up and move! And who hasn't sang while driving? I admit I can't carry a tune but it's a lot of fun singing at the top of your lungs.


Over and over again it's been said that music serves as an important tool in life. If you're having a bad day listening to your favorite song or group can lift your spirits or it can bring you serenity if your day's been filled with stress. Who hasn't felt relaxed with a nice bottle of wine as your favorite music plays or laying in bed under the covers and slipping on the head~phones? It's interesting the way music has the ability to let us express things better and how we connect songs with emotions, people, and places we've experienced in the past. How many of us have heard a song that stirs up a memory and for a brief moment we travel back to that exact time and place? Each time I hear any song by Madonna I have an instant flashback to the very first time I saw her in concert. It was a big and special moment for me: I was going to see my idol perform live! I recall how restless I was the night before and how I was literally bursting at the seams with joy on the day of the show as soon as the auditorium's lights went down and the music started. ....To this day I still get butterflies thinking about it. A most cherished and memorable day indeed.

There isn’t a day that goes by when I’m not thinking of my mom but these last couple of weeks she’s been on my mind more than usual. When I hear this song I'm reminded of not just my mom but also her best friend. It was always one of two songs playing on the stereo whenever they were getting ready for a night out on the town. You could say it was their very own national anthem. On one specific night as they were getting dolled up, Valentina and I were sitting nearby painting each others' nails. The song was stuck on replay. The memory is so strong that when I close my eyes I can still feel the texture of my mom's dress and the scent of her perfume as we hugged each other good night. That night will forever be with me because it was her birthday.

The power of music creates various emotional responses in different people. I heard a song the other day and the emotional response that I received after listening to it? Well.....I giggled. I giggled because the lyrics are somewhat cheeky. The song is called "Let's Play" by Kristina Maria.

"There's so much that we can do
Have a play date in my room
And the rest is up to you baby
We can dress up if you like
What's your flavor what's your type...."

{Who said play dates were only for children?}

We all have a list of songs that we hold deep inside of us, you know those sacred songs that move us in a profound way. I love the feeling I receive knowing these songs are in synch to each one of my heartbeats. And also of course there are those few songs we just can't seem to work up the nerve to listen to because they come with painful memories or perhaps we're afraid to deal with the emotional response. 

Music and songs touch our lives in a variety of ways. Unless ice water flows though your veins, nobody can deny that music doesn't stir up some type of emotion within us.

There are so many songs that I can easily associate with life, special events, the things I love and the places I've been. Music holds different memories for me and no doubt it will continue to.

I do believe the Greek philosopher Plato said it best:

"Music is a moral law. It gives a soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, a charm to sadness, gaiety and life to everything. It is the essence of order, and leads to all that is good, just and beautiful."

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SLEEP UPDATE

In an entry I posted here I blogged about my frustration with not being able to sleep. I'm happy to say the situation has improved. Although I'm not getting the full and recommended 7~8 hours, I am getting 4- 4.5 hours a night of solid and uninterrupted sleep. 

Ahem, Mr. Sandman if by some chance you happen to stumble by my blog I would like to take the opportunity to say three itty bitty words from the bottom of my Colombian heart. 

Thank You, truly.

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My loyal and dear readers, it's finally Friday. Time to do the Friday Happy Dance!!

Whatever your plans are have a phenomenal weekend. ~x

XOXOXOXO,

Cocaine Princess

The Ill Fated Cruise

 "We write and produce for people, not for critics."

~ Sherwood Schwartz

The creator and writer of Gilligan's Island, Sherwood Schwartz passed away today. He was 94.

"For all its crude sight gags, low-brow humor and pratfalls, Schwartz viewed "Gilligan's Island" as something more: It is, he proclaimed, "my version of a social microcosm, where seven people from various backgrounds had to learn to live together."

I wasn't around when the show came out but because many stations air re~runs I've seen each episode more than a dozen times and here are a few questions I've never been able to answer:

1. How was The Professor able to create gadgets and inventions like a battery recharger made from coconuts, bamboo and vine for the radio, not be able to fix a simple hole in The S.S. Minnow? 

2. How did Gilligan's white pants and signature hat and the Skipper's pants stay so fresh and clean? 


3. Why did the Howell's travel with a trunk full of money? Were they perhaps headed to another island to meet with an off shore accountant?

4. Why did Ginger pack so many clothes for a 3 hour tour?

I actually have an answer for that one. Seeing how I always love getting all dolled up regardless of the occasion, a girl never knows when the need may arise to wear a sequence gown.

5. How did Mary Anne bake all those coconut cream pies? Was there a special island~oven? Why was it never shown?

I guess that's the fun in watching Gilligan's Island, nothing ever really makes a whole lot of sense. It's one of those shows that can best be described as plain funny and silly. The funniest thing about the show? Gilligan and his cast mates actually make it off the island to civilization years after being marooned only to end right back on the same island. 



XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

"What Made Me Say That?" Part 3

 

Cocaine Princess here.

My lovelies, the final piece is posted. To review:

She didn't say a word. Sister just looked at me and rolled her eyes. Hey, what can I say? Aside from being fashion conscious, hygiene is very important to me.  The troublemakers were ejected from the line and hauled away, cart included! I really don’t know where they were hauled off too. Hmm...maybe the department store had a holding cell where customers are taken until they cool off? To be honest I really wasn’t too interested in what happened to them. I had something else on my mind.....

ME: Do you think I should have bought those other pair of shoes also- you know the ones I tried on before the khaki ones?

Sister looked at me but this time however she didn't roll her eyes, she looked at me as if I spoke in a foreign language and didn’t understand a word I was saying. So I repeated the question......very slowly.

A: I heard you the first time.  For someone who spends most of their time barefoot I don’t know why you need so many shoes.

For the record I’m only barefoot indoors and never outdoors unless I’m on the beach. I love how my tootsies feel in the warm, silky sand.

Although we were near the cash counter it seemed to be taking forever to actually reach the counter. And the reason?  The cashier. We possibly had the most chatty cashier on the planet. For example: one customer bought several miscellaneous BBQ items including a BBQ lighter. As the cashier scanned it she asked:

CASHIER: Planning to use this on your BBQ?

Good Lord, why else do you think he bought it?

CUSTOMER: Yes.

CASHIER: How often do you BBQ?

CUSTOMER: Weekends, mostly.

CASHIER: What type of foods do you BBQ?

CUSTOMER: The usual– hotdogs, hamburgers....

I realize that it’s part of a cashier’s job to greet the customer and make small talk....the key word being SMALL but this particular cashier was questioning every little thing he bought which me wonder if maybe she had another job....hmm, perhaps customs officer at the airport? Among the items was a bag of charcoal. As she scanned it she stated:

CASHIER: You’re getting a super deal– for this price you might want to pick up another.

The customer looked at the cash screen and nodded his head. I’m not sure why the cashier didn’t just page an employee from the BBQ department and have them bring the bag of charcoal, instead the customer went by himself holding up the entire line for a good 5 minutes! Of all the places I could have been on a Saturday......I flung my head back and let out one of those depressing but silent sighs and then I looked at "A" and quietly made a mental note: Get revenge on sister. I don’t know when and I don’t know how but one of these days I plan on getting her back for ruining what started off as a perfect day. Finally the guy returned with not one but two bags of charcoal and just when I thought she was done serving him the guy pulls out an envelope filled with coupons. I muttered under my breath “Oh My God,” and then proceeded to annoy sister by asking if it was her goal to ruin my Saturday by bringing me to the zoo. Correction.....by DRAGGING me to the zoo. In the next line over was a mother and child. Her rosy~cheeked cherub who couldn’t have been more than a year old was sound asleep in the stroller. Sister looked at the baby and commented how she wished I was that little again. Why? So she could put a binky in my mouth to quiet me.


When she was done scanning each coupon the cashier asked for the customer’s postal code. The store was tracking their customers demographics. I reminded sister:

ME: Don’t tell them ours.

A: Yes, yes, I know.

As luck would have it the cashier recognized the postal code and inquired if he resided on XXXX Street. Guess what? He did. Apparently one of her friends lived on the same street as BBQ Man and questioned if he was acquainted with her. Guess what? He did. The cashier’s eyes lit up at the mere fact that he knew one of her friends! Gee, talk about a small world!! The two began chatting back and forth, totally clueless they were holding up the line. A customer became infuriated at what was happening. She was fuming and pointed out that this was not an appropriate time to socialize. 


The cashier's reply:


CASHIER: Mamn, you’re being rude. Do you mind?

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

"Stretch, Shrink, Fade"

Cocaine Princess here.

I've been a little off schedule this week and I apologize for not posting "Part 3: What Made Me Say That?" It'll be posted next Friday. In the meantime I leave you with this:

I'm not a huge fan of heavy metal music but I do like Rob Zombie, his movies that is. Contrary to what some people may think I believe he's a great movie director and l love the creative approach he took when re~making the "Halloween" franchise.

Did you also know he branched out in the world of advertising?

The former White Zombie front-man ‬was approached by a‪n‬ Australian‪ ad agency ‬to do‪ a commercial‬. Zombie at first ‪turned it down because ‬he‪ was ‬too‪ busy. But then some things opened up and he‪ was able to do it.‬ Rob Zombie got behind the camera and directed his first ever commercial for...."Woolite Laundry Detergent."


"A creepy soundtrack accompanies a fast-moving string of unsettling images. A masked man is seen ominously dragging a large, heavy sack through a smoky field adorned with creepy scarecrows."

The commercial has been airing in Australia only but thanks to YouTube the ad has gone viral. Most of his fans have applauded him for directing the unique ad but this week Mr. Zombie saw a bit of a backlash from critics who have reportedly branded him a sell-out. Rob fired back with the following statement:

"Whenever anyone talks about selling out it's the most absurd statement anyone could make. I've never done anything I didn't want to do, to me selling out is changing your music, your image, everything based on some sort of corporate manipulation to become rich and famous. I've never done that. When someone says I've sold out I say, 'What do you do for a living?' and maybe they'll say, 'Oh, I work at Walmart.' So they're corporate whores for the largest corporation in the world but have the nerve to (call me a) 'sell-out?"

So, what happens when you hire a horror film director to create and direct an ad for laundry detergent?

Personally, I like the commercial. As for his critics, don't worry Rob, as Brendan Francis Behan once quoted: "Critics are like eunuchs in a harem; they know how it's done, they've seen it done every day, but they're unable to do it themselves."

While we're on the subject of commercials with an underlying horror theme, the German film school Filmakademie Baden-Württemberg did a spot-on spoof of the horror classic "The Exorcist" for Dirt Devil Vacuums:

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

Whatever your plans are have a stellar weekend.~x


XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

"Vitamin F"

**Updated: Wednesday July 6th {See below}:**

Cocaine Princess here.

The long weekend is over and I had one fantastic time. It's always difficult to get back in the routine of things after the holidays even if it's just a mini weekend getaway. As that old saying goes: I need a vacation from my vacation. As tired and worn out as I am I would have thought I'd be feeling sleepy by now. The number of hours I've slept during these past few weeks can be counted on one hand. I'm so sleep deprived, to be honest I don't know whether I'm dreaming about blogging this post or if I'm actually awake and blogging this post.

Most of my friends {or as sister likes to call them, gaggle of friends} live in South America but we keep in touch daily with emails, texting, IM etc. During the weekend one of my lovelies emailed a little something that was passed on to her and in return she passed it along to me and a few others. It was so incredibly sweet that I had to post it:

"Why do I have a variety of friends who are all different in character?
Some of them can be considered marginal even?
How do I get on with them all?
I think that each one helps to bring out a "different" part of me.
With one of them I am a polite, good girl.
I joke with another friend.
I sit down and talk about serious matters with one of them.
With another I giggle at every silly thing.
I have my wine with one
And dance with another.
I listen to one friend's problems and give her advice
Then I listen to another advising me.

They are all like pieces of a jigsaw,
When completed they form a treasure box.
A treasure of friends!
They are my friends who understand me better than myself,
who support me through good days and bad days.
They are like colorful anti-depressants that I take on different days.

Real Age doctors tell us that friends are good for our health. We can call them Vitamins F (from Friends) and count the benefits of friends to our well being. Research shows that people in strong social circles have less risk of depression and terminal strokes. If you take Vitamin F constantly you can be up to 30 years younger than your real age. The warmth of friendship stops stress and even in your tense moments it decreases the chance of a cardiac arrest or stroke by 50%. In summary we should value our friends and keep in touch with them. We should try to see the funny side of things and laugh together, not forgetting to open our mouths big to swallow the floating vitamins!!!!"
 

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Her message brought a warm smile to not only my face but my heart too. 


XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

PUCKER UP

Today, July 6th is "International Kissing Day." A sweetheart of a day that I wasn't aware of. According to Wikipedia:

"July the 6th is National Kissing Day in the United Kingdom. This holiday has recently been adopted worldwide making July the 6th the International Kissing Day or World Kiss Day. The idea behind the International Kissing Day is that many people may have forgotten the simple pleasures associated with kissing for kissing's sake, as opposed to kissing as mere social formality or prelude to other activities. Kissing can be an enjoyable experience in and of itself. It is an expression and experience of intimacy. International Kissing Day is not as commercialized as Valentine's Day."

So how will you kiss your beloved one today?
 

Butterfly Kiss: With your faces less than a breath away, open and close your eyelids against your partners. If done correctly, the fluttering sensation will match the one in your heart.

Eskimo Kiss: With your faces less than a breath apart, gently rub your noses together.

Eyelid Kiss: While your partner is resting/sleeping with eyes closed, very very gently kiss the spot right below their brow bone. A very intimate kiss.

Neck Nibble Kiss: Gently nibble up and down your partners neck. End with a gentle kiss on the lips.

You can read the rest of the different type of kisses by clicking here.

The Neck Nibble Kiss comes very close to being my #1, however my personal favorite:

Tiger Kiss: Quietly sneak up behind your partner making sure they do not know what you are going to do. Out of the blue, grab them and gently bite their neck. Make sure to get a few good growls in too. This will surely surprise them. 

My lovelies, make sure you pucker up after all it's International Kissing Day. A day that needs to be celebrated 7 days a week.  

Latin Kisses,
Cocaine Princess  

✖♡✖♡✖♡✖♡ 

Part 2: "What Made Me Say That"

Cocaine Princess here.

As promised the exciting and continuing saga of “What Made Me Say That.”

To review:

I was always under the impression humans have evolved a long way since the days of the caveman but after the spectacle I witnessed it became clear to me traces of caveman DNA are still present in some humans today. The entire cash area came to a stand still as grown adults fought over a spot in line which prompted the cashier to pick up her phone and over its’ intercom stated the following:

“Security ASAP to Lane 2! Security ASAP to Lane 2!”

I looked at sister and said:

ME: Thanks to you we're going to be on an episode of COPS.


PART 2:

A: She didn't call 911, she called for the store’s security but.....

ME: But what?

A: But if she had called COPS it could have meant your debut on national television.

Sister chuckled. Hmm, I guess what she heard come out of her mouth was comical. The comedy bug must have bitten her hard that day as she continued:

A: I would have even thrown you a little party in honor of you being on TV and called up Buddy Valastro   to make you a special cake in the shape of a police car.

Once more she chuckled and this time as if what she said was the funniest thing of the year. Personally I didn’t find one thing humorous about it, then again I never do especially when she’s teasing me.

Anyways, let’s analyze the situation:

Guy with scope bottle and box of tissues butted his way in front of the line because he felt since he had less items than most of the other customers in line he should be served first. The woman he cut in front of, Full Cart Woman who more or less gave him a public verbal lashing ordered him to get back to his spot and when he tried, the customer who was now there also with a full cart, refused. And now they were arguing!

I’ve seen customers lose their tempers before but only during the Yuletide season and never in the month of June. What they were arguing over was something so ridiculous you couldn’t help but think: “My God, What Morons.”

Before any punches started to fly 2 security guards arrived. Marching right past the arguing morons they headed straight to the cashier where one of them asked:

SECURITY GUARD #1: You called, is there a problem?

Good Grief! Never mind the fact that everyone’s eyes were focused on the 2 morons BUT they were arguing quite loud so how could they have not known what the problem was?  Okay, they might not have known exactly why they were arguing but come on! Upon hearing his question I was convinced the security guard must have graduated near the top of his class.

The cashier pointed to the troublemakers and explained the situation. After she was finished Security Guard #2 pointed at them while asking a crucial question:
 
SECURITY GUARD #2: Those 2 individuals right there are the ones you are referring to?

"No, she's actually referring to the man on the moon! Hey genius, do you see anyone else arguing? NO! So who else do you think she's talking about?" I thought to myself. "Perhaps the cashier should have drawn him a sketch of the arguing customers along with a map and arrows!"  As the two approached closer I got a good look at them. I'm not kidding when I say they both looked as if they had just woken up from a nap and one of the security guard's hair: either he had gone a bit wild with the hair gel or his hair was just plain greasy but whatever the case his black curls were in desperate need of a good shampooing. I turned to sister and asked what she thought. Her reply:

She didn't say a word. Sister just looked at me and rolled her eyes. Hey, what can I say? Aside from being fashion conscious, hygiene is very important to me.  The troublemakers were ejected from the line and hauled away, cart included! I really don’t know where they were hauled off too. Hmm...maybe the department store had a holding cell where customers are taken until they cool off? To be honest I really wasn’t too interested in what happened to them. I had something else on my mind.....

To Be Continued......

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My loyal and dear readers it's finally Friday!

It’s the first long weekend of the summer for us and that means celebrating Canada Day {Fête du Canada}. And now for the history portion of my amazing post: 

Canada Day is the national day of Canada, a federal statutory holiday celebrating the anniversary of the July 1, 1867, enactment of the British North America Act (today called the Constitution Act, 1867), which united three British colonies into a single country, called Canada, within the British Empire.

In my last couple of entries I’ve been posting music videos, mostly Madonna. Since it's Canada Day I decided to post a Canadian artist. One of the current hits up here is a song by Alyssa Reid featuring P. Reign who re-did the song “Alone” {and made a few minor changes} by Ann and Nancy Wilson of the rock group “Heart.” 

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It’s past midnight and I'm wide awake unable to fall asleep. Lately that's becoming the story of my life. My sweet tooth convinced me to indulge in a little late night snack:

Housekeeper brought this delicious strawberry shortcake. As you can see from the right hand side of the picture, using my finger I scraped off and ate some of the frosting {one of the few exceptions where utensils are not necessary when eating} and devoured one incredible juicy strawberry.

Okay you got me, it was more than one.

If any of my readers happen to live in the Great White North: “Happy Canada Day!!” 

If not: “Happy Canada Day....To Me!!”

To my readers down south, on Monday: “Happy 4th of July!”


 Whatever your plans are have a spectacular and safe long weekend.~x

XOXOXOXO,

Cocaine Princess