Très Chic, Oui?

Cocaine Princess here.

Take a look at the picture below. Can you guess what it is? I snapped the picture with my cell phone so forgive the quality of it. 

If you guessed a nasty looking bruise on the side of my knee then you guessed correctly. Go ahead and pat yourself on the back. 

I discovered this lovely purplish contusion on Wednesday and showed it off to sister. Jokingly I said,

ME:  What do you think? It's the latest fashion look. Très chic, oui?

She wasn't too amused by my humor.

SISTER: How did that happen?!

ME: I don't know.

SISTER: You don't know?

ME: No.

SISTER: Look at the size of it--- how's that possible?

ME: I don't know.

SISTER: How long have you had it?

ME: I noticed it this morning so I really don't know how long it's been there.

SISTER: Stop saying 'I don't know.'

ME: I can't help it. You keep on asking me questions that I have no answers for.

At that point she began poking the purple blob of flesh with her finger. I noticed her nail polish was slightly chipped. She never use to polish her nails but I was finally able to break her down and convince her she needed a little color. Now if only she kept up with the maintenance.

SISTER: Does that hurt?

ME: Only when you keep touching it otherwise no.

I took her hand and put it in front of her face.

ME: Look at your nail polish--- it's chipped. What do you suppose your students are thinking?

SISTER: You really think they notice? Their minds are already pre-occupied with One Direction or the hockey playoffs.

ME: You never know, there maybe a young fashionista in training among your students and she's thinking, 'Eww, Miss A's nails look gross.' 

SISTER: Do me a favor, go see the doctor. I'm worried.

ME: You're not the only one. How do you think I'm going to look when I'm wearing a dress? Now I have to deal with the possibility of strangers pointing and staring at my leg because of this damn bruise.

Sister rolled her eyes and shook her head. Personally I didn't think too much of it and figured it must have happened while I was either working out or when I was doing yoga. I've been trying out a new pose and it's a little tricky. I wasn't too concerned about it until she spotted 2 other bruises which I was totally unaware of located on the back of my thigh. 

Yesterday I paid a visit to the doctor. He questioned whether or not I bumped into something? I replied no. 

Dr. Are you sure? Maybe you don't remember? 

Great! Do I also have memory loss now?

ME: Yes, I'm sure I would have remembered if I bumped into something that would cause a bruise like this.  

Dr. Not always, sometimes the slightest little bump can cause a dark, large bruise.

He then proceeded to ask me a few general questions in regards to my overall health and ordered a blood test. When I inquired as to what could have caused the bruising he replied, “let’s wait and see what the blood test reveals.” Two floors from his office was the lab. While waiting my turn I looked over the blood test form and saw the doctor had 5 boxes checked off next to abbreviated medical terms. When the lab nurse called my name I handed her the form and followed her into a cubicle. 5 vials of my Latin blood were drawn. On my way out the good nurse handed me a juice box and a package containing 2 plain cookies. It was a good thing she did otherwise I might have passed out.

I couldn't get out of my head what the doctor said, let’s wait and see what the blood test reveals. What did he mean by that? What was he looking for? Needless to say my level of curiosity skyrocketed which prompted me to play online medical doctor. I googled unexplained bruises. Good God, what a bad idea that turned out to be. I couldn't believe some of the unsettling things that came up!

I decided to share the wealth of information I gathered with sister. Midway through reading the list of things that might be wrong with me she went all Chef Ramsay on me by ordering me to shut it down and to quit medical sleuthing. She did however offer a bit of advice.

SISTER: Darling, just relax and think positive.  

The results of my blood work won't be ready until next week!

Relax? I have a hard enough time shutting off my brain at night in order for a good night's sleep and now thanks to my 'medical sleuthing' there's goes my 4 measly hours of sleep. I’m sure it’s nothing but I can’t help but think the worst. Damn you Google! Hmm, I only have myself to blame. Or can I shift the blame to sister for making me go to the doctor? Or, is it my fault for listening to sister? If I hadn't I wouldn't have gone to see the doctor, right? Of course I'm right! Sheesh, the one time I actually listen to her has now put me in panic mode. 

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My loyal and dear readers it's finally Friday.

Whatever your plans are have a fantastic last weekend of April. God knows I'll try to. ~x

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

40 Minutes Of My Life I'll Never Get Back

Cocaine Princess here.

On Saturday we had friends (husband and wife) drop by. They live approximately 4 hours away so it was expected they’d be spending the night. Sister and I assumed they would be leaving sometime later on Sunday.
 
Guess what? We were wrong because as I write this post the couple is still here. I don't mind having house-guests provided we’re given some notice. Perhaps the fault lies with us (and when I mean us I really mean my sister) for not asking if they were only staying for the weekend? Neither of us have asked when they plan on going home. We don't want them to think they're not welcomed and besides how would one even go about it without making them feel self conscious?

When you know someone’s coming over for a few days you make changes to your schedule and cancel plans to accommodate your guests but when it's totally unexpected it kind of throws your whole schedule off. Sister said it wasn’t possible for her to take time off without any warning unless it was an emergency. Apparently the situation that was occurring in our home didn’t qualify as a time off emergency. I mentioned she may want to bring it up at the next board meeting. She’s gone by 8:30am and returns around 4:00pm which leaves them in my care during the day. Although this was one of my slow weeks that didn’t mean I didn’t have anything planned because I did and needed to shuffle things around. One night I cornered sister and inquired, “how long do you think they’re planning on staying” “I don't know. I guess when they're ready to leave they will” she replied. “What the hell does that mean? What do they think this is, a hotel?” I asked.  

Hmm, in someway it is like a hotel.

Room & Daily Maid Service:
Our housekeeper who drops by 1-2x a week has been here everyday. They’re staying in our lovely guest room where their sheets are changed and their room is cleaned daily and they have access to the Jacuzzi in the master bathroom suite.

Fully Cooked Meals:
Their stomachs are being filled quite nicely with home cooked meals on the days we're not taking them out to eat. The only difference between our house and a hotel is we’re not charging any fee. 

Since sister’s at school I’m the one that’s been left with the task of entertaining them and I don’t have the slightest clue as to why. Technically they’re not even my friends. They’re people I know through sister so I guess you can call them distant acquaintances. Who am I kidding? It’s because I have such a loving and generous heart, that’s why. I also don’t want to come off as being rude. The only time I’ve gotten to myself is in the early mornings when I’m working out with the exception of Wednesday. I was on my way out the door when the husband asked if I was going for a run. My running gear must have tipped him off. He asked if he could join me and I said yes. After 10 minutes he gave up. “Seriously, you’re quitting on me?” I said. I couldn’t really make out his words until he finally caught his breath. He pointed to the Tim Hortons in the parking lot strip mall. “I need a strong cup of coffee. I’ll see you at home.” Poor fellow, for a minute I thought he was going to pass out. By the time I returned home he was sitting at the kitchen table enjoying a hearty breakfast (courtesy of our housekeeper) while reading the paper. I also happened to notice the dozen donuts on the counter. For the sake of my sweet tooth I took a peak inside the box. There were all chocolate glazed.  

The other day the house-guests were dying to see what our little town has to offer. I explained there was nothing much to see which is why I had been taking them into the city and a few of the other nearby places, but they were persistent so of course I obliged. Our downtown is hardly exciting. It’s a well preserved quaint village with several locally owned businesses.  My role went from hostess to walking tour guide. For reasons I’m still not sure of they took a deep interest in our library. They were fascinated by the architecture and kept ooohing and ahhhing while pointing at the roof and the windows before we proceeded inside. OMG we spent 40 minutes in there. 40 minutes of my life I’ll never get back! Only these could be sister’s friends, I thought to myself. None of my friends have any interest in looking through a town’s historical archives let alone stepping foot in a library.

Tomorrow (Saturday) will be the one week mark since their arrival. I think it's safe to assume they’ll be leaving on the weekend. Then again I also assumed they’d be staying for only one night.

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My loyal and dear readers, it’s finally Friday.

Whatever your plans are have a cheeky weekend. ~x

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess



 

One Of Those Posts With No Title

 

Cocaine Princess here.

What can I say about this week? It was an extremely busy one that's left me exhausted yet not to the point where I can fall asleep. In my last post one of my readers suggested instead of listening to Armin Van Burrin to help lull me to sleep, I should try  Brahms or Copland. I'll give it a try. Here's hoping I'll be back to my awesome self next week.
  
As some of you may or may not know, I'm not the biggest dog lover only because they enjoy either chasing or tackling me to the ground while I'm out for my daily morning run, however I couldn't help but smile looking at these pictures of Julian and Max    

In other news, although the month of April has arrived the wintery weather hasn't ended for us. It's officially spring but I'm still dressing in winter clothes. I feel hot when I enter a building and then cold when I step outside. To be honest I find the whole thing funny but between you and me, I have a feeling we'll be wearing our goose down parkas until July. Hey, if you don't have a sense of humor about this you'll only drive yourself crazy.

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My loyal and dear readers it's finally Friday.

Whatever your plans are have a fantastic weekend. ~x

XOXOXOXO,

Cocaine Princess

The PB Ain't Working

Cocaine Princess here.

This past Monday was a holiday for us, it was Easter Monday. I like long weekends because it always makes for a short week but I may have jinxed it this time. For a short week this turned out to be one of the longest and busiest weeks for me so it gives me immense pleasure to say, TGIF!

Awhile back I read eating peanut butter is suppose to be a helpful sleep aid. As you all know by now falling asleep is a struggle for me so I decided to give it a try. Since Sunday night I've been spreading a very thin layer of peanut butter on a cracker and then washing it down with a cold glass of milk. I really don't know where they come up with these 'sleep remedies' because the pb ain't working! I realize it's only been a few days but I'm hoping the 'helps you fall asleep' part starts to kick in soon because if not I may have to resort to hitting the bottle. I'm so tired in the mornings that I need a Red Bull. By the afternoon I'm literally dying for a rest and when night time arrives I can't sleep. I am quite amazed though I haven't lost my sanity considering I've been getting by on only 4hrs of sleep these past few months.

Tonight I'm going to try something a little different. I was rummaging through the pantry the other night on account of a bad hormonal craving and guess what I discovered?

As the picture indicates it's the BIG cup. I inhaled the package deeply for a couple of seconds and came close to ripping it open but decided not to. During Easter I went way past my chocolate-eating quota which included a Reese Peanut Butter Egg. Don't you just love that first layer of milk-chocolatey goodness before you hit the peanut butter? Given the week I've had I think I deserve one cup and it does have peanut butter so you never know, it may put me to sleep. I didn't dare turn over the package to read the nutritional value but I think it's a given when it comes to 'calories' and 'fat grams' the numbers are high in the double digits.
 
An hour ago I moved the Reese Big Cup into the fridge. Some chocolates I prefer eating cold rather than at room temperature. As soon as I post my spectacular Friday entry I'll be sinking my teeth into peanut butter overload and then I'll slip under the covers and listen to AVB's State Of Trance.  Is there anything better than Euro~Music? I think not.

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My loyal and dear readers, it's finally Friday.

Whatever your plans are have an amazing weekend.~x

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess