I can't believe how quickly this year has passed by. 2013 has been very kind and generous to me in so many ways and for that I'm extremely grateful.
Even though I won't be ushering in the New Year in the tropics, I'm still excited about tonight. I'll be with friends partying the night away in my glitziest outfit and a glass of champagne in my hand.
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Did you know that:
There's something true about the popular quote that's often said this time of year, Out With The Old & In With The New. Whatever heartache, pain, anger or troubles that you maybe hanging onto, as hard as it maybe just release it. Don't let it cling to you in 2014. There's no better time of year than Jan. 1st to start fresh and not look back. After all....
If you follow my blog then you know I'm not one for making resolutions, however I did come across something in my opinion better than a list of resolutions:
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Wherever you are and however you ring in 2014 remember two important things as you toast in the New Year at the stroke of midnight:
1} Make your New Year's Eve wish.
2} Get your midnight kiss in by locking lips with your special someone between the hours of 11:59:55pm and January 1st at 12:00:36am.
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Thank you all for stopping by my blog and taking the time to read what I have to say and I do hope you'll be back in the New Year.
My Loyal & Dear Readers, Here's wishing you a happy, successful New Year and whatever your heart desires may it come true in 2014. May You Find Your Light.
As
you know from the entry posted heresister broke her leg and when I
brought her home from the hospital sister was refusing to use the
crutches she was given because she thought she didn't need them. I've
been very busy this holiday season with work and that meant many hours away from home and despite sister telling me she would be fine I didn't feel
comfortable leaving her alone in the house with only one working leg
which is why I suggested I hire a nurse to come in and help out for a
bit. She felt she didn't need one and although I'm always use to getting
my way I backed down and said, 'okay. I won't hire a nurse as long as
you use your crutches.' She agreed and promised she would.
One
morning sister requested a bagel while she was in the family room.
Those of you who know me are more than aware that I don't have a
domestic bone in my body but I am capable of toasting a bagel and a
couple of other things too. I popped two in the toaster and asked
whether she wanted it buttered or with creme cheese.
SISTER: Just plain, darling.
ME: Eww, how can you eat a bagel without any type of spread?
No big surprise but she didn't answer back. As I waited for the
bagels to toast I ran upstairs to get my phone after hearing it ring. I
was nearing the bottom of the stairs when I heard a loud thud sound
followed by "OW!" I ran back into the kitchen and what did my green eyes
see? Sister on the floor and the container of Philadelphia creme cheese
laying beside her.
ME: What the hell happened?!
SISTER: I changed my mind, I wanted the creme cheese.
ME:
So you thought you'd get it by yourself without your crutches?! You couldn't wait for two seconds for me to
get back?! I asked if she was alright and sister replied she couldn't move her arm.
Trip #2 To The Hospital
Throughout
the car ride and even while waiting in the ER I didn't say a word to
sister despite her trying to talk to me. To say I was mad was an
understatement. To make a long story short, sister's fall resulted in
her breaking her right arm.
I finally broke my silence.
ME: Congratulations! Within a period of 6 days you managed to break your leg and arm.
Sister didn't just break her arm but according to the doctor the break was nasty and because her right hand is now in a cast even if she wanted to she's
unable to use her crutches to get around. I still don't understand why she kept on refusing to admit she needed help or why she was so hell bent on not using her crutches? Her not using the crutches resulted in sister losing her balance from the weight of the air cast. Had she used them she wouldn't have fallen.
Question: How is it that someone that's so smart (university educated) have so little common sense?
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And
so because of sister's injuries my annual winter vaycay to the hot,
sultry tropics is on hold. This morning I didn’t wake up and slip on my
bikini to head down to the white sandy beaches of South America. I
will not be laying under a palm tree while sipping a Rum Runner. Of
course sister said it would be okay for me to go (she's in more than
good care) but it just didn't feel right leaving her. Needless to say my
best friend Valentina was beyond upset. I'm not going to lie, I too am
upset but as sister said to me the other day, things happen for a reason. I'm a big believer of that but it still doesn't make it any easier.
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Earlier
in the week I was doing a little Christmas shopping. Just when you
think you're done there's always that one more present. While browsing
around I found this:
And in that same store I saw this. Too cute, eh?
Weather wise it's been quite rough for us. On the weekend we had a massive ice storm. Everything
is literally encased in ice. Thankfully our power was out for less than
12hrs but hundreds of thousands of people are still without power. Our
entire neighborhood looks like it's made out of ice, it's quite pretty
but I've never seen anything like this before. The other day I stepped
outside onto the walkway and it felt like I was walking on glass.
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I love this holiday song. How beautiful are their voices and not to mention the amazing lyrics.
My
lovely ones, from the bottom of my Colombian heart I wish you all a
Merry Christmas/Joyful Holiday. Feel and embrace the joy and love this
season has to offer.
With sister's injuries and with Christmas literally days away and me scrambling around doing so many different things at once I didn't have time to blog an entry but I promise one will be posted mid next week.
My loyal and dear readers, it's finally Friday.
Whatever your plans are have a terrific 1st weekend of winter.~x
I love my sister, truly I do. Like all siblings throughout history we argue and have disagreements. But this past week I reached a new level of anger with her that if scientists were to measure that anger it would be off the frigging charts. I'll be blogging about that next week.
It's that time of year again where attending Christmas parties are in full force. The invitations arrived mid November and since I couldn't attend them all I had to sort through which parties I wanted to attend and which ones I couldn't since a few of them fell on the same date. For me, one of the best things about going to a party is shopping for a new outfit and accessories because as you know one cannot be seen in the same party outfit, right?
All of the parties have fell either on a Friday or on the weekend all except for one that is. One of the holiday gatherings occurred this past Wednesday. When I woke up yesterday morning the first two words I muttered were Holy Headache. Aside from the occasional margarita and Rum Runner (and that's during vacation) I don't like to drink. I’m usually that one person in a group that orders a Coke. On Hump Day I thought, what the hell, afterall tis the season to be merry. Among other things we also ordered a round of shots. The clear drinks on the side are Polar Bears which I liked......really liked!
All I can say is, it was a bad idea to drink during the middle of the week and my headache proved that.
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By now I'm sure you've heard about the tragic death of actor Paul Walker. I was with friends when one of them broke the news the actor had been killed. We figured it was one of those twitter hoax deaths until she informed us the story was posted on a legitimate news website. I posted an entryrelated to the actor three weeks ago. Remember when I blogged about seeing the Fast and Furious II with my ex? Anyways, none of us knew the actor personally but hearing about his death saddened us. One of my friends asked, “when he woke up did he know this would be his last day on earth?” It was a rhetorical question but the obvious answer is no. Just goes to show how short and fragile life is.
I read a quote once by Richard Bach, "Here is the test to find whether your mission on Earth is finished: if you're alive, it isn't."
Hmm, makes you think doesn’t it?
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My loyal and dear readers, it’s finally Friday........The 13th!
Whatever your plans are have a marvelous weekend and beware of anyone in a hockey mask.~x
Being her next of kin I received a phone call that my sister's in the ER and that's all the person on the other end would tell me. I wasn't even told if she was alright or not and not knowing is a feeling I can't even begin to put into words. I arrived at the hospital and half of the stupid parking lot was closed because they were repaving the damn thing. A sign was posted informing visitors to use the parking lot that belonged to the retirement housing complex located around the block. So I drove around the block and there sat a security guard in a little booth. After explaining to him that I was a hospital visitor and not there to visit grandma and grandpa he took down my license plate and then granted me access by opening the gate. Although I tried remaining positive, from the moment I received the call, to the drive to the hospital and the retirement home and then walking to the hospital you wouldn't believe some of the horrible thoughts and images that kept running through my mind. I entered into the ER and sitting behind a desk was a woman wearing a green vest with a badge that read Volunteer. I informed her about the phone call and after checking on the computer she directed me down the hall into Room 4. I arrive at Room 4 and this is what I find.
I thought either my eyesight is terrible or the volunteer directed me to the wrong room because sister was definetly not in Room 4. I went to the nurses station where I was told the orderly had just wheeled her away to get her xrays taken. I was able to capture the moment.
A sigh of relief came over me when I got the details about why sister was in the ER. She was in the school parking lot getting ready to leave and come home from a staff meeting when she fell. She knew right away she had broken something on account of her hearing a cracking sound. Just writing that gives me goosebumps. Luckily nearby was another teacher who immediately came to her aid and called 911. I was relieved only because I thought something terrible had happened, not that what happened to her wasn't bad but compared to some of the awful things in my head it was as I already mentioned, a relief.
While waiting for sister I snapped another picture. There's the ER doctor and I realize this is off topic but do you see the curtains on the left side of the picture? My God, I couldn't get over how ugly they were. The picture doesn't pick up the colors properly but the colors were yellow and brown with grey huge polka dots. Sheesh, they really need to hire a better decorator.
At that point I was feeling anxious and bored. Our little hospital has one x-ray room and apparently there was a line up of people in wheelchairs with something either broken or fractured. For a small town there sure were a lot of people with injuries that night. An hour or so later sister was wheeled back into the room. The first thing she said was,
Hello darling, are you okay? I gave her a big hug while nodding yes and
then no. (That's how I was feeling)
Seriously, again? This is the second time she's injured her foot. The
last time this happened was back in2008. Wait, make that that three times. She also broke her toe.
I asked, "what happened? The nurse said you fell in the school parking lot."
SISTER: I tripped and lost my balance.
ME: You tripped and
you lost your balance? You're always telling me I need to stop running
around in my high heels before I break something and yet here you are
again in the ER with yet another foot injury.
SISTER: Yes, darling I see your point. ME: Are you in any pain?
SISTER: I was given Advil.
ME: Advil? That's it?
SISTER: Until they know for sure they can't really give me anything stronger.
Sister's foot and ankle was incredibly swollen and all purpley and blue. If that wasn't bad enough her toes weren't even polished. I made mention of it but for some reason sister didn't reply back. Waiting for the x-ray to arrive took f-o-r-e-v-e-r and sister was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. The nurse came in and helped her out of the wheelchair and into the bed so she would be more comfortable. Although she wouldn't admit to it, I could tell by the look on her face she was in pain. Finally, the ER doctor graced us with his presence.
DR: How are you doing?
I thought to myself, 'what a stupid question.' How are you doing? Oh, she's just great. In fact she's doing so great she decided to check herself into the ER! I should mind you I wasn't in the jolliest of moods that night.
The Doctor didn't sugarcoat anything and delivered the news straightforward. Sister had broken her right foot AND fractured her ankle. When it comes to foot injuries does she have the worst luck or what? We next had to wait for the orthopedic surgeon who had been called in from another hospital located about 30min. away. I joked with sister and said, "I wonder if the surgeon is cute like Charlie on Saving Hope?" He wasn't. He looked like he was ready to move into the retirement complex around the block. The orthopedic surgeon saw each patient one by one and in order of emergency. By the time it was sister's turn it was nearing 10:30pm. Similar to the first time he fitted her with an air cast and said it would take at least 8-10 weeks for her to be healed and then offered sister a prescription for Tylenol 3. Guess what? My stubborn sister flat out refused and said she didn't need it. I was so angry because I wanted her to say yes. I could have used it as a sleep aid! How inconsiderate of her. Yes, yes I know how wrong it is to say that but that stuff knocks you right out. After giving us a pamphlet on taking care of foot injuries sister was free to go. I wheeled her into the lobby and said I would be right back.
15 minutes later.
SISTER: What took you so long? I thought something had happened to you.
ME: I had to walk to that retirement complex around the block.
SISTER: Why?
ME: That's where I parked the car.
SISTER: You couldn't have used the one here?
ME: No, I decided to park there for fun.
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So, it's been over a week since The Incident and sister's stubbornness continues. Before she left the hospital she was given crutches but she refuses to use them. "Your foot is broken and your ankle is fractured, you need some type of assistance," I stated when I caught her using the walls for support.
SISTER: I'm fine.
ME: Really? Is that why you're using the walls? You're not fine, you need help. Just admit it. What's the big deal?
Once more sister refused to admit she needed help. Over and over she kept repeating, I'm fine, I don't need any help. I can manage on my own. Since I have a busy schedule and can't be with her at all times there's no way I was going to leave her alone in the house, so out of the generosity of my heart I hired a nurse to stay and help out. Unfortunately me delivering that particular news didn't sit too well with her.
To be continued.
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My loyal and dear readers, it's finally Friday and let me tell you it's been one hell of a week having to deal with sister's stubbornness. It's exhausting and I'm worn out.
Whatever your plans are have a terrific weekend.~x
I am so mentally exhausted over the incident that occurred yesterday. I only just got home at around 11:30pm. (Thurs) All I can say for now is it involved me receiving a call at 5pm that sister had been admitted to the emergency room. I'll be blogging more about it next week.
Here's a pic I took of the ER doctor looking at sister's xray.
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In other news, on this day November 29th,1984, DO THEY KNOW ITS CHRISTMAS was released. Seriously, how cute is Mr. Simon Le Bon?
And, today also marks Black Friday. Although it's an American tradition retailers here in The Great White North are now taking part in this shopping extravaganza with malls opening as early as 7am. I too had plans to go from one mall to the next in search of bargains but thanks to sister I won't be going anywhere.
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My loyal and dear readers, it's finally Friday.
Whatever your plans are have a loving, tasty and safe long weekend. Gobble, Gobble. ~x
I’ve
never been one to kiss and tell and the reason I don’t (and this is my
personal opinion) is because I feel it takes the respect out of the
relationship and the person you’re in the relationship with. There are
certain aspects of my life I choose to keep to myself only because I
consider them to be sacred however I’m going to make an exception, a one time only exception.
Earlier
in the week I was in my bedroom all dolled up and staring at two
different pairs of shoes. I was trying to decide which pair looked
better with the outfit I was wearing. My clock radio was on (as it
always is while I’m getting ready) when a song came on that I hadn’t
heard in ages. Not just any song, a song that is so near and dear to my
heart. As the intro music began I was instantly taken back to 2003.
I
had been dating my boyfriend for a solid eight months and everything
between us was perfect. It was a Friday night and we had just
left the Cineplex and were walking towards his car hand in hand. As I
was putting on my seat-belt and deciding where I wanted to go eat
boyfriend asked me a question. A question I wasn't expecting.
BF: Have you ever made love in a car?
ME: Um......no. Have you? He
nodded no and replied he had done a little making out before in the past but he had
never gone that far at least not in a moving vehicle.
He leaned over, unbuckled my seat-belt and held my hand.
BF: Do you want to?
I stared into eyes. He was dead serious and although I already knew the answer I still had to ask. ME: Are you serious?
BF: Yeah.
ME: Okay, don’t tell me watching that film put you in the mood because there was nothing remotely arousing about it.
Oh,
I guess I should mention what film we saw, right? The Fast and The
Furious 2 which doesn't exactly scream romance.
BF: No, the film had nothing to do it. I'm just in the mood to.
Followed by....
BF: I’m always in the mood.
I
was hesitant, however it didn't take him long to convince me. His
hand on my bare knee, a soft kiss on my neck is all it took for me to
say, "yeah, let's." I’ve always said I’m willing to try anything
within reason at least once.
The windows were
tinted and the sun had already set. I crawled into the back seat first
and then he did. If memory serves me correct as I went into the back I
felt a slight love pat on my behind.
So there I was in the backseat of
my boyfriend's car sharing a passionate kiss when the car that was
parked next to us alarm went off causing me to pull away. I took the
alarm as a sign that what we were doing was a bad idea. Boyfriend didn't
seem to agree.
BF: It's a sign we're in a bad location. We need someplace a little more isolated. Boyfriend
clearly wasn't a fan of horror films the way I was so I explained how
in nearly every scary movie whenever a couple goes to an 'isolated area'
to make out it never ends well. It never ends well because the two love
birds always end up being hacked into tiny pieces by a maniacal serial
killer on the loose. "Don't
worry I'll protect you from the Big Bad Wolf," he said as he returned
to the driver's seat. I remained in the back seat laying down trying to
figure out what position would be the most comfortable given how much
space there was. The car stopped. Not even two minutes had gone by. I
sat up to see exactly where he had driven us to. It was the back of the Cineplex. To be more precise, the employee parking lot.
Boyfriend
turned around in his sear and jokingly said, "You want me to check and
see if there's anyone hiding around the corner in a hockey mask?"
We picked up right where we left off until I started giggling. As you can see I wasn't 100% focused.
ME: What if when we're right in the middle of well you know, our car gets towed?
"Shh,"
replied boyfriend. I only said what I did because of the sign that was
posted across from where we had parked, "Employee Parking Only. All Other Cars Will Be Towed." Despite boyfriend
assuring me we wouldn't get caught I still couldn't get myself to focus
but as hesitant as I was there was a large part of me that had always wanted
to try it in a car. Let me start off by
saying that making love in the back seat of a car is definitely not
like in the movies. Sheesh, they make it look so easy. For starters my
leg kept cramping and please don't ask me how but I managed to bang the
left side of my hip (the next day a bruise appeared) and to make matters
worse the Cineplex's security guard kept making rounds by driving
around in this while little car with bright flashing orange lights on
top.
ME: What if security finds out what we're doing? How funny would it be if we got fined?
BF:
There's nothing funny about a grown man appearing in front of a judge
and having to explain why he couldn't have just gone to a hotel with his
girlfriend. At
that moment we decided to take a little break and see how much time
went by before the security guard's next drive through. It was 20
minutes. All he did was drive around the parking lot and then leave.
Luckily he wasn't checking the license plates. For boyfriend it was
probably the longest wait of his life.
ME: It wasn't that much of a wait.
BF: You're not a guy so you don't understand. 20 minutes is like an eternity.
As
I wrote, it's not like in the movies. Without going into too much
detail I will say the back seat is good for doing other things but I wouldn't recommend it for engaging in the most ultimate intimate act. You know where I do recommend? The drivers seat! With boyfriend now in the driver's seat and me wearing only my unmentionables and heels he pulled me onto his laps.
Oh.... my.....God! A reclining front seat and a titled steering wheel made all the difference in the world. Oh that rush and adrenaline you feel.....
As I think back to that night I'm blushing so very badly and giggling. Blushing at the all the things boyfriend and I did, and my God did we do some things. And giggling as I remember my hot pink colored bra dangling from his rear view mirror.
BF: I'm keeping this (bra) as a souvenir.
Boyfriend left me with a souvenir as well. Three of them to be exact. Three red marks or as I prefer to call them, Love Bites. I don’t dare to mention where though.
Making
love in a car may not be like in the movies but there is one aspect
that is similar--- the windows do fog up.....at least it did with us.
What
made me recall all this? This is where I go back to the beginning of my post.
Remember the part where I mentioned about the song that was playing on
the radio? It was “The Kissing Game,” by R&B group Hi~5 and it
so happened to be the same song playing in the car on that hot summer
night in June. So what eventually happened between him and I. The lyrics say it all.
"It wasn't meant to be Just you and me This is still new We're still young and hearts, can break in two But I know our love Will always be there"
We
may not have been meant for each other that didn’t mean we weren’t in
love because we were. This particular ex is what I call a good
egg, meaning he was an all round good person. His heart was so
sweet and so kind and best of all he treated me amazingly. We parted
ways ten months later. The breakup was mutual and it hurt us both deeply
but had we not I wouldn't be where I am today and he wouldn't be where
he is.
Just
I believe life isn't accidental and that things happen for a reason, I
also believe that everyone we meet is for a reason . There are 7 billion
people in this world, the people who cross our paths is no accident.
Some people have a people have a type of energy about them that
draws you to them. Each and every one of them has something
to teach us. Whether they stay for an hour, a day, or years, they are
there for the right amount of time. Sometimes it only takes a short time
to figure out the reasoning why and sometimes it can take years until
suddenly it hits us, or what I like to call the final piece of
the puzzle where it all makes sense. There are certain things
in life that are beyond our control and one of them is the people who
come into our lives.
What do you think? Do you believe people come into our lives for a reason? And for my male readers, is 20 minutes of waiting really like an eternity?
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My loyal and dear readers, it's finally Friday.
Whatever your plans are have a phenomenal weekend.~x
I feel like I've been neglecting my blog due to my busy schedule but then again I did post two entries this week. This upcoming Sunday or as I like to call it Lazy Sunday a new entry will be posted. **On second thought, let's make that Friday, okay?**
If you've been following my blog you know I've posted entries about our "crackhead mayor" hereand here. Take a listen to what he said at a live press conference on Thursday morning and the reaction from reporters.
Wow, out of the frying pan and into the fire.
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My loyal and dear readers, it's finally Friday.
Whatever your plans are have a tremendous weekend.~x
I didn't know this but today, 11-12-13 is Human Race Day. No, this is not a race, there is no running involved. Human Race Day is about Global Acts of Kindness.
Imagine ONE dayaround the globe where we focus on what we have in common. It doesn't matter what our politics are, our religion, where we come from, what our positions and stances are on a variety of issues.
Do something kind for someone today, you never know it may change someone's life.
TGIF! What a week this has been. The holiday season is upon us so I've been busy, busy working. I promise to be back next Friday with my usual brilliant post, okay?
In the meantime, back in May I posted an entryabout the city's mayor. Two reporters from Canada's largest newspaper were contactedto view a cellphone video taken by a drug dealer that appears to show Toronto's mayor Rob Ford smoking a crack pipe along with a picture of the mayor sandwiched between the two dealers.
Last Thursday (Halloween) Toronto Police in a press conference stated they recovered the infamous video showing Mayor Ford smoking crack. The press immediately descended upon City Hall waiting for a statement from the mayor. Hmm, I wonder if the mayor's staff handed out candy to any of the reporters? After months of denying he (Rob Ford) never smoked crack in his life, the grossly overweight mayor confessed by stating he doesn’t currently smoke crack and he’s not an addict, but has experimented with the drug. His exact words,“Have I tried it? Probably in one of my drunken stupors, probably approximately about a year ago."
Here's something I just don't understand: Despite the mayor lying about never ever having smoked crack in his life and then confessing he did, the latest polls indicate his approval ratewent up by 5 points.
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My loyal and dear readers, it's finally Friday.
Whatever your plans are have a wonderful weekend. ~x
I
love Halloween and everything related to October 31st. For as long as I
can remember when the 1st of October arrives I begin counting the days
til the end of the month. Even in my teen years I celebrated Halloween. I wasn't one of the those teens who found Halloween lame.
How can anyone not love this day? From watching scary movies in the
dark, to the decorations, to dressing up in costumes and I love handing
out candy (I give out only the good stuff- chocolates!!). I especially
adore the sweet little ones in their cute costumes wobbling their way up
the walkway with mommy and daddy close behind. Some of them are so
young I don't think they have a clue as to what's going on. The worst
trick or treaters are some of the teens who show up without a costume. "I'm dressing up as myself" is what they say. The least they can do is make some type of effort, right? How hard is it to put on a frigging mask?! Regardless, everyone who rings our doorbell (costume or not) gets a treat,
after all it's one day out of the year. If you happen to be one of
those individuals who refuses to hand out candy to teenagers I urge you
to watch the clip below:
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It's okay to stand out from the crowd on Halloween!!
This past Friday the 13thAMC began their annual Fear Fest by airing non stop scary movies, mainly the Halloween and Friday the 13th franchises. I've seen each one a million and one times over but is there any other better time of year than now to watch them? On their website is a poll asking viewers to vote on what is the "Greatest Horror Movie Franchise."
Here are the Top 10:
Halloween (Two things I've never understood about this franchise: 1) Since bullets don't kill Michael Myers why does Dr. Loomis in every
film (with the exception of Halloween 3) continue to shoot his gun at
him? If one round of bullets didn't kill the maniac does he really think
a second round or even third round will? 2) What was the point of Halloween 3: Season Of The Witch? )
Friday The 13th Texas Chainsaw Massacre Saw Child's Play Night Of the Living Day A Nightmare On Elm Street Paranormal Activity The Exorcist Hellraiser
What's your favorite horror franchise? Did it make the above list? As for scariest film many still find The Exorcistto be the scariest of all time. The first time I saw this filmI
was scared beyond my mind and yes I do agree it's one frightening film
but it's kind of moved down on the list for me. The Strangersand Insidioustops my list as scariest films.
Each
year for my October 31st entry I post a Halloween themed song. I'm having
a little trouble this year deciding which song to select. My usual
favorites are:
She-Wolf: Shakira Bogeyman: White Zombie Pet Shop Boys: Heart I couldn't think of
any others nor could I decide what song to pick so I asked sister a few
hours ago who replied, "the cute Colombian one." At
first I thought she was talking about me but she was referring to
Shakira. After a few seconds she changed her mind,"Pet Shop
Boys. Choose their song, darling."
Also, it's a tradition of mine to post a Halloween cocktail. So in honor of this spooky day I present to you....
THE ZOMBIE
"The perfect drink to kick off any Halloween party. This drink was created in the late 1930’s trying to cure a hangover"
INGREDIENTS
1/2 oz white rum 1 1/2 ozs golden rum 1 oz dark rum 1/2 oz 151-proof rum 1 oz lime juice 1 tsp pineapple juice 1 tsp papaya juice 1 tsp sugar
DIRECTIONS
Stir together all the ingredients except the 151 and pour into a 14-ounce glass 3/4 full of cracked ice.
Float the 151 on top (by pouring it into a spoon and gently dipping it under the surface of the drink).
Garnish with mint and/or fruit.
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My loyal and dear readers, wishing you all a safe and Happy Halloween!
I'll
be on candy dispensing duty tonight and then I'm off to a party in the
city. In case I don't have time to post my Friday entry.....
Whatever your plans are have a magnificent first weekend of November.~x
And don't forgot, we turn the clocks back one hour. XOXOXOXO, Cocaine Priness
For the past couple of years sister and I celebrate Thanksgiving together. Just us and no one else and we're more than happy with this ritual. You see, we tried doing the whole big gathering by inviting people over but each time we did there seemed to be a clash of personalities between my friends and sister's friends.
The way we celebrate Thanksgiving (Harvest Day) is either going out to eat or ordering takeout and staying home. As hard as this maybe to believe and it's quite possible it might be the only one thing we agree on, neither of us like the taste of turkey. Much like seafood my taste-buds aren't fond of this particular bird and I've tried various kinds: baked, fried, smoked, grilled, cold cut slices etc. My palette rejected each one. What can I say, chicken is the only bird I'll devour. Anyways, this year sister and I decided to eat out and it was my unfortunate luck that it was her turn to select the location. "Good Lord!" I said, "This is where you want to eat?"
Upon entering the front door we were greeted by this sign. Can you guess where this is?
Still don't know what fine establishment we dined in? Here's another guess.
Give up? Popeyes.Thanksgiving was spent eating in a fast food restaurant.
They say advertising pays and both sister and I decided to try the Dip'n Chick'n. Apparently this particular item had returned. (I had no idea it had left. Hmm, wonder where it went?) I figured I'd be the one to decide whether or not it was Amazing.
The
meal came with a choice of 2 sides. We selected the biscuits and fries. I
myself decided to go with Poutine until the cashier (who was up-selling
their new menu item) pointed out they now sold Cajun Poutine. I
questioned whether or not it contained any shrimp since a good deal of
food from the deep south contains shrimp and what not. To my relief all
it contained aside from the regular cheese curds and gravy was herbs and
spices. It was an extra $2.29 and because I had sister's debit
card, I thought why the hell not, after all she was treating me.I know what you're all thinking, 'What an awesome big sister and such a big spender too taking the Princess to Popeyes and all.'
The cashier suggested I have a seat and would call me as soon as the order was ready. Here's where we sat. Needless to say I wasn't very impressed with their decor.
Nor was I
impressed with their choice of entertainment. The television was stuck to the all news channel. Topic of discussion: the budget battle in Washington.
Behold, this is what the Princess and her sister feasted on for Thanksgiving 2013. The biscuits seemed to be drenched in butter. At first I was going to pass on eating them until sister said, 'one day of indulgence won't kill you.' I don't like it when she's right.
The Poutine was h-e-a-v-e-n-ly.....
It took forever to eat though on account of the plastic fork that kept on bending backwards. You never have this problem when you fine dine. One word, silverware.
The combo came with their new sauce, Cajun Chili Garlic Sauce and I was extremely disappointed. You could hardly taste the Chili and being Latina I love my sauces (and food!) spicy.
For dessert we headed on over to Cinnabon. I ate the mini-bon smothered in creme cheese and drizzled with chocolate sauce.
All in all it was a very good and delicious day. I know at times I've written about how bossy my sister is, how she can be quite sarcastic with me and oh yeah, how can I forget her lectures. God how I hate when I'm faced with listening to her never ending lectures. It usually goes in one ear and out the other. Regardless, she's the only sister I have. I love her and I am thankful and very grateful for her. Truly, I don't know what I'd do without her. Muuuah!
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My loyal and dear readers, it's finally Friday.
Whatever your plans are have a brilliant last weekend of October. ~x
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