Cocaine Princess

Winter Vaycay: Round 2 Of Let's Make A Deal

2012-01-27T00:07:00.007-05:00

Cocaine Princess here.

To review:

Although it was a good question and for a brief moment I did become distracted trying to decide what outfit I was going to wear and with what accessories, I went back to my question and demanded she fill in the missing pieces for me. Valentina put down the binder and while leaning back in the chair she spoke in a soft and sweet tone......which by the way is never a good thing.

VALENTINA: Mi Amor, I’ll be more than happy to fill in the missing pieces only if you agree to let me tell you something first about whose name shall not be mentioned. Do we have deal?

Let’s Make a Deal: Round 2

ME: No, we don’t have a deal!

This is not a game show, this is real life. But if this were a game show it would be called “Fill In The Blanks” and I definitely would lose. I continued.

ME: Really, it’s come down to this?

Valentina is fully aware whose name shall not be mentioned {WNSNBM– how’s that for an acronym?!} is a subject that is off limits yet for some reason she continues to mention his name. I knew she couldn’t have but given how well I slept and because I had no memory of what happened I was almost convinced the reason for it was because my lovable best friend slipped a little something in my drinkie. There were only 2 sure ways to find out if indeed I had been drugged. 1} A blood test or 2} Confronting Valentina. I chose the latter and upon doing so she almost fell out of her chair but not before her jaw dropped.

VALENTINA: You think I could ever do that to you?

Of course not but I still felt the need to ask after all it was a clever way for her to get her way and in this case her way was talking about well, you know who.

VALENTINA: I would never stoop that low. I may occasionally use the “bugging method” in order to get my way but I’d never resort to drugs

Occasionally? Puh-leeze! Anytime there’s something I’m not interested in hearing or knowing, Valentina will insist it’s vital that she tell me almost to the point where if she doesn’t the world might come to an end, and will continue to badger me about it until I’m left with no choice other than to say: “Go ahead, tell me what is so important?” However, this was not one of those times. I refused to cave in or play her little game.

She asked once more:

VALENTINA: Do we have deal?

ME: Absolutely......

Valentina’s eyes shined like the city of lights. Oh, did I mention I wasn’t finished my sentence?

ME: Not!

Followed by:

ME: I’m going to change for dinner.

I turned around and headed back to my room. It was killing me inside not knowing the events of the night before but I wasn’t about to find out on account of a deal I agreed to and if that meant me not ever knowing then so be it. It would remain one of life’s greatest mysteries along side with what happened to Jimmy Hoffa and how do they get the caramel inside a Caramilk bar? As I was nearing the room Gucci was guarding I could hear Valentina backing out of her chair. She darted around the corner and uttered the following words:

VALENTINA: Mi amor, forget the deal-- I’ll just tell you.

To Be Continued....

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

Whatever your plans are have a stellar last weekend of January.~x

XOXOXOXO,

Cocaine Princess

Winter Vaycay: Let's Make A Deal

2012-01-20T00:02:00.009-05:00

Cocaine Princess here.

To review:

I closed my eyes and replayed the events of the day....boarded flight....flight landed.....arrival at resort......Gucci....jewelery.....Rum-Runners on the beach....

And it was at that moment when my memory got a little hazy. I looked at Valentina.

ME: What the hell happened last night?

Uh- oh, upon asking that question Valentina grinned like that Cheshire Cat, again. I thought to myself, Dear God whatever did happen, it can't be good.

Part 5:

VALENTINA: I can’t tell you.

ME: Why?

Don’t tell me it’s because you can’t remember either? Valentina finished eating. After pushing her plate to one side she signaled with her hands for the butler to remove it from her presence. Her highness wouldn’t have it any other way.

VALENTINA: You know what they say, “what happens in winter vaycay, stays in winter vaycay.” My lips are sealed.

I explained that rule only applied in Vegas and not down in the tropics.

VALENTINA: So I bent the rules a bit.

You sure did– to suit your own needs!

ME: Just please tell me.

VALENTINA: You really don’t remember?

ME: No I don’t remember! Why do you think I’m asking?

VALENTINA: You know Princesa they say the best kind of nights are the ones you can’t remember and did we have one hell of a night!

Upon hearing her say that I could feel the blood slowly draining out of me as different and horrible scenarios and not to mention images came barreling into my mind. I took comfort knowing I didn’t wake up with any colorful plastic beads around my neck. I’m not big on drinking. I’m the type of drinker who’ll have a glass of red wine with their dinner once every couple of months. If I’m at a party, a teeny sip here and there and that’s enough for me but during winter break, well now that’s a whole other story. Aside from the traditional Rum Runner it’s not uncommon to find the Princess laying under a palapa hut with a margarita in her manicured hands at 10 in the morning and another at noon and another at– okay you get the picture. In other words vaycay is really the only time I’ll kickback and have a few drinkies BUT not to the point where I blackout! I tried again recalling what happened: boarded flight....flight landed.....arrival at resort......Gucci....jewelery.....Rum-Runners on the beach.... I kept drawing a blank after Rum-Runners. It was like hitting a brick wall. Wow! I wasn’t even 24 hours into my vaycay and I had somehow managed to impair my memory. Hmm, I wonder if an award will be bestowed upon me for achieving this accomplishment? Why couldn’t I remember? And what was even more strange, if alcohol was indeed the cause of me not remembering then why did I awaken feeling so refreshed {honestly it was one of the best night’s sleep I’d ever had in a long time} and not with a pounding headache? I don’t even know how I got into bed! On the table where Valentina was sitting was a binder with the name of our resort written on the spine. Inside were pages of information about the resort. As she thumbed through it she asked what I was planning on wearing at dinner? How sneaky of her— changing the subject! Although it was a good question and for a brief moment I did become distracted trying to decide what outfit I was going to wear and with what accessories, I went back to my question and demanded she fill in the missing pieces for me. Valentina put down the binder and while leaning back in the chair she spoke in a soft and sweet tone......which by the way is never a good thing.

VALENTINA: Mi Amor, I’ll be more than happy to fill in the missing pieces, only if you agree to let me tell you something first about whose name shall not be mentioned. Do we have a deal?

To Be Continued....

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

We’re 20 days into the New Year and how’s everyone holding up so far? Any resolutions broken yet?

Whatever your plans are have a marvelous weekend. ~x

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

Winter Vaycay: The Butler Did It!

2012-01-13T00:21:00.007-05:00

Cocaine Princess here.

To Review:

Valentina re~appeared but wasn’t empty handed. She was holding a tray of drinkies.

ME: Can’t this wait until morning?

Putting the tray down on the bed she reminded me it was morning.

ME: You know what I mean.

VALENTINA: You know the rules. Winter vaycay doesn’t officially start until we’ve had Rum Runners.

Part 4

In many cultures there are several symbols that officially mark the start of winter, for example a grand celebration in honor of the winter solstice. For my bf and I it’s drinking Rum Runners. In the middle of the Hurricane glasses were 4 shot glasses. Valentina had a brilliant idea- she decided to add something new to our tradition. I walked over to where she was, on the bed sitting cross legged. I leaned in and took a whiff of the shot glasses. Holy Snap, Crackle and Pop!! The aroma was so incredibly toxic it nearly threw me clear across the room. 2 of the glasses were empty.

VALENTINA: I couldn’t wait so I had both shots on my way over here from the kitchen.

And you’re still standing?! Good grief I would have passed out!

I flat out refused to do the shots however I did agree to the Rum Runners. I suggested we toast out on the balcony. The doors were open and although it couldn’t be felt a slight breeze was coming in, the gauzy curtains were flowing slowly back and forth. Valentina suggested an even better idea. What better way to mark the start of winter vaycay than barefoot on the beach with the silky sand in between our pedicured toes?

The next day I had awoken feeling re~freshed and re~energized. The blinds to the balcony doors were open allowing the tropical sun to come beaming in. I was sleeping in a 4 poster bed and when I sat up I saw my regal robe hanging on one of the corner posts. Crawling towards it and quickly removing it from the post I wrapped myself in it. I noticed the matching pair of slippers laying on the floor next to the bed. My feet slid perfectly into them. They felt like they were the insulated type. All my suitcases had been unpacked. Everything either had been neatly hung up or folded in the drawers. This is where the phrase “the butler did it” would be appropriate to use. Stepping onto the balcony and looking down below I could tell the resort was pumping. The 2 pools were packed with so many guests that I couldn’t even see the water and the line to the water slide appeared to be a mile long. Out in the water, the jet skis and banana boats were in full force and the beach strip was filled with sun worshipers. After showering and changing into a cute bikini and cover~up I headed straight to the kitchen area where I could hear Valentina more or less giving SF a hard time about something. His entire crew was there on hand. Valentina was at the kitchen table eating a snack.

VALENTINA: Buenas tardes Princesa.

ME: Afternoon?

VALENTINA: It’s after 5pm.

I thought she was kidding until I looked at the microwave clock.

ME: How long have I been sleeping?

VALENTINA: Roughly 13hrs. We didn’t get to bed til around 4am.

ME: Why didn’t you wake me up?!

VALENTINA: Because each time I went to your room to see if you were up yet you were sound asleep and given your bad history with the Sandman I thought it’d be best to let you sleep in. Don’t worry I checked your pulse a few times to make sure you were still alive.

ME: Suppose I wasn’t really sleeping but was in some type of catatonic state?

VALENTINA: I never thought about that. Next time I’ll nudge you around a little and if you make a sound I’ll know you’re alright.

How comforting! 13hrs- WOW! I do believe that's a personal best of mine. I needed to sit down. Hmm....Bed? Wait, I had no recollection of even going to bed.

I closed my eyes and replayed the events of the day....boarded flight....flight landed.....arrival at resort......Gucci....jewelery.....Rum-Runners on the beach....

And it was at that moment when my memory got a little hazy. I looked at Valentina.

ME: What the hell happened last night?

Uh- oh, upon asking that question Valentina grinned like that Cheshire Cat, again. I thought to myself, Dear God whatever did happen, it can't be good.

To Be Continued....

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My loyal and dear readers, it's finally Friday........THE 13TH!!

Whatever your plans are have a lucky weekend.~x

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

Winter Vaycay: Well, Well, Well....

2012-01-11T14:11:00.069-05:00

Cocaine Princess here.

To review Part 2:

Valentina was anxious that I go to my room and see the surprise that was waiting there for me but I was anxious in taking a whiff of the Caribbean Sea so I went outside and stood on the living room balcony. And there it was the sound I had been longing to hear– the sound of beach waves.....Ahh, this was like a symphony to my ears. Unfortunately the music didn’t last too long. Valentina dragged me back inside insisting I see the surprise.

ME: Okay, okay.

Making our way to my room I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw a familiar face in the hallway.....

To Be Continued.

Part 3:

ME: Well, well, well we meet again.

I looked at Valentina.

ME: Is he still, you know.......

VALENTINA: Mental? More than ever.

Mental wasn’t the word I was going for, more like troubled.

ME: To be honest I wasn’t expecting to see him.

VALENTINA: SF refuses to get rid of him and no psychiatric facility will take him as a patient.

Gucci. We were talking about Gucci........The Guard Dog. If you’re unable to remember this troubled dog click here and here. He stood on all fours at attention. There were 2 other Dobermans in the suite but I knew this was Gucci on account of the collar. It had the designer’s colors and dangling from the collar was the double-G symbol. If it wasn’t for the goofy look on his face I would have been under the impression he was getting ready to attack.

ME: Is he guarding the room?

Valentina nodded.

ME: Why?

VALENTINA: Take a look inside.

And that's exactly what I did. Sitting on the bed were a pair of kissing swans made from towel origami. I thought at first maybe, just maybe Valentina’s daddy was inside the room waiting to surprise me with an early appearance and the whole him coming in a few days and Valentina pushing me to go to my room and Gucci in the hallway was all part of the plan. I checked the entire room, even behind the shower curtain and I did a quick peak under the bed. Nothing. I went back out.

ME: I didn’t see anyone in there.

VALENTINA: That’s because there isn't.

ME: Is there something of value in the room?

VALENTINA: No.

Am I missing something?

ME: Then why is he guarding this room? Who or what does he think he’s guarding?

VALENTINA: His imaginary friend.

Come again?

She explained:

Each time Gucci is fed he’ll set aside a piece of food from his dish and place it in the corner of the kitchen before finishing his own meal. The piece of food will stay there for hours. He doesn’t eat it but will frequently make visits throughout the day and just stares at it. The cleaning staff tried to throw the piece out but the mutt went ballistic, so one day they threw it out without him around and the next day Gucci set aside some more food. He once got a tennis ball and kicked it to the where the food was laying and then stood there waiting-- as if the ball would be kicked back to him. When he’s not setting aside food he swats at the air and will romp around like he’s playing with someone else. SF asked daddy if it would be okay to call in an animal behavior specialist. After spending the day with Gucci the behavior specialist concluded the pooch has an imaginary friend.

VALENTINA: You should see him with a chew toy-- you know that squeaky sound it makes– that sound scares the hell out of him. Gucci goes running in the opposite direction. I think the mongrel may actually be a scaredy cat in Doberman’s clothing.

Grinning in the style of the Cheshire cat she continued.

VALENTINA: I packed a chew toy just to annoy him, want me to go get it?

SF who had been listening chimed in.

SF: Leave him alone, understand?

I looked back and there he was looking at Valentina with those cold eyes. He reiterated his words again. Valentina responded with the following remark:

VALENTINA: Yo no hablo inglés...... {under her breath} Gringo.

The crisis in the Middle East would probably come to an end before the situation ever improves between these two. Hostile and aggressive as ever. My room was located at the end of the hall. 2 double wooden doors with swirly designs carved on both. My room could be best described as grand and lavish. Laying in the middle of the king size bed was an exquisite arrangement of orchids and beside it a medium size grey box with a note laying beside it. It was a loving and tender message from Valentina’s daddy. Picking up the box I was assured by my bf I would “absolutely love” what was inside.

ME: You know what’s in here?

VALENTINA: Uh-huh. I was there helping him choose the pieces.

Hmm, pieces....so whatever was inside there was more than one. To receive an more wow factor I closed my eyes as I opened the lid, counted to 3 and then re~opened them. There were 4 different pieces of gold and emerald baubles. Simply amazing!

VALENTINA: Colombian emeralds. None of that Zambian crap.

Valentina is convinced the only true emeralds on this wonderful planet of ours come only from the Mother~Land, Colombia. Anyplace else and they’re not true emeralds. She excused herself for a moment and while I was alone with my new 4 best friends I tried on 2 of the pieces and admired how they looked on me by looking in the mirror on the dresser table. Had it been daytime I might have pulled an Elizabeth Taylor. Allow me to explain: I’m a big fan of the late and great actress. { “During her marriage to Mike Todd, Elizabeth was swimming laps in the pool at their villa in St.-Jean-Cap-Ferrat when he surprised her with a trio of Cartier boxes containing this magnificent suite of ruby jewels. Without a mirror at hand to see how her new jewels looked, she studied her reflection in the pool instead.”} Valentina re~appeared but wasn’t empty handed. She was holding a tray of drinkies.

ME: Can’t this wait until morning?

Putting the tray down on the bed she reminded me it was morning.

ME: You know what I mean.

VALENTINA: You know the rules. Winter vaycay doesn’t officially start until we’ve had Rum Runners.

To Be Continued....

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

Winter Vaycay: A Familiar Face

2012-01-09T11:06:00.012-05:00

Cocaine Princess here.

To review:

To quote that cute blockhead, Good grief! I was not even 10 minutes into my vaycay and Valentina had somehow found a way to embarrass me, as for Semper~Fi and his reaction?

Hmm, well I really couldn’t tell if he was embarrassed or not. You see, he had that same old expression on his face he always does: The stone cold look.

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My only explanation as to why Valentina’s verbal antics haven’t driven SF to the looney bin or given the poor chap some type of nervous twitch is one of 3 reasons: 1} The more than generous salary he receives 2} He really loves his job. 3} He has an extremely thick skin. Nah, it’s got to be the money.

My luggage arrived without delay and I was able to by~pass going through the customs and immigration line. This is one of the perks of having loved ones in high places, if you know what I mean.

We exited out of the airport by way of the clear sliding doors. To one side was a guy in a straw hat who was selling beer out of a rolling cooler. Many of the passengers were fumbling around with their wallets looking for change– and those same passengers who didn’t change out of their clothes I could tell felt the mistake of not doing so because they were mopping off the perspire from their faces by using their sleeves, while others grabbed a handful of ice from the cooler and smeared it across their foreheads.

Parked along the curbside were a string of taxis and 3 buses with a destination/hotel representative standing out in front. And then there was my carriage ride AKA an SUV with tinted black windows fully equipped with 2 other members from Semper~Fi’s squad. My luggage was placed in the trunk and I knew the guys would be gentle with them but I don’t think Valentina was seeing how she sternly instructed that they be “extremely careful.” At times she can be quite bossy. Not including my carry on I had 5 in total. I understand my fellow readers may think it’s a bit too much for one person but when it comes to traveling I have a motto that I follow and obey religiously: “Never Travel Light.” This Princess here packs a lot of clothes, shoes and accessories. And because of my motto I always have to pay a slight fee for the excess baggage and also because of it one of the luggage pieces wouldn’t fit– there was no more room in the car so that particular one went into the backseat in between Valentina and I. It had been months since the 2 of us had seen each other and now a barricade made from polycarbonate was between us. Leaning forward in her seat Valentina gave me the cliff notes version of what was happening over the holidays including the vow renewal ceremony. Yes, my lovelies a vow renewal ceremony took place which I’ll be later blogging about so please stay tuned.

The ocean front resort was fabulous! Valentina’s daddy {who flew in at a later date} booked us an enormous presidential suite on the top floor. There was a full kitchen, a spacious living room with teal colored pillows on a creme colored sofa set and a dining room that was separated by a glass partition. The entire suite was adorned with local artwork hung on the wall and ceramic pieces on the shelves. On instinct when I enter into a domicile I remove my shoes but since the a/c was cranked to the max and given the fact the floors were made from marble I decided it was best to kept my heels on, you know to avoid frostbite. Given where I live you’d think I’d be use to the temperature. In under a minute tiny goose bumps appeared on my arms and my teeth began to chatter. Before I had a chance to ask one of SF’s entourage if they could turn down the a/c Valentina spoke:

VALENTINA: Before you say anything else---

She snapped her fingers and right on cue the uniformed butler that came with our suite appeared with a white velvet robe slung over his arm. From behind he placed the robe on my shoulders and I couldn’t help but feel imperial, like a Queen. All that was missing was my royal scepter. Hey, it isn’t that far fetched after all first comes Princess then Queen.

Valentina was anxious that I go to my room and see the surprise that was waiting there for me but I was anxious in taking a whiff of the Caribbean Sea so I went outside and stood on the living room balcony. And there it was the sound I had been longing to hear– the sound of beach waves.....Ahh, this was like a symphony to my ears. Unfortunately the music didn’t last too long. Valentina dragged me back inside insisting I see the surprise.

ME: Okay, okay.

Making our way to the bedroom I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw a familiar face in the hallway.....

To Be Continued.

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We're 9 days into the New Year and I hope 2012 is treating my lovelies well. I'm still off schedule with so many things but soon enough I'll be back on track.

Hope your weekend was a splendid one. ~x

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

Winter Vaycay: The Anaconda Greet

2012-01-04T11:24:00.009-05:00

Cocaine Princess here.

Since I was leaving for vaycay and wouldn’t be celebrating Christmas with sister the 2 of us had a delicious Pre-Christmas dinner on December 22nd and then exchanged our gifts. “A” wanted to put the gifts I bought for her under the tree and wait until the 25th to open them. I objected and requested she open them in front of me.....Hmm, now that I think back to that night I may have demanded rather than ask she open them up in front of me. I was interested in seeing her reaction. I don’t want to come off like I’m bragging but when it comes to gift giving I’m pretty awesome and given sister’s reaction all I have to say is “Job well done, Princess.” My lovelies, excuse me for a moment while I pat myself on the back.

My flight departed late in the evening. Originally it had been scheduled to leave in the afternoon but I received word a few days earlier about the change in time. I dislike late flights but seeing how I’m a big believer in “things happening for a reason” I had confidence there must have been a good reason for the last minute time change. Because I departed late I arrived late, late as in well after midnight and because of that I missed the whole looking out the window and soaking up the tropical scenery as the plane descended. Instead all I could see were lights. Not the runway lights but the city lights and from where I was seated the lights looked more like the tip on a lighter’s flame.

One of the 1000s of little things I look forward to about winter vaycay is the change of temperature. Leaving behind the c–c–cold and saying hello to the blistering heat especially when I’m going down the portable stairs in my new specialty selected outfit. In case you’re wondering what that means I think it’s pretty much self explanatory, right? 30 minutes prior to landing I changed out of my wool skirt and turtleneck into a cotton little mini skirt, sheer sleeveless top and my open toed stilettos. As I continued making my way down the stairs the parts of my body that were bare immediately felt the high levels of humidity. When I reached the last step I just stood there inhaling the hot muggy air and was completely oblivious there were other passengers behind me who were itching to start their holidays! A couple of loud Excuse Me! and a hard tap on the shoulder broke my concentration.

The airport wasn’t very big, it was a one floor building. Tugging along my carry~on in style and holding a bag full of SkyMall purchases in my other hand I followed the others inside. The very moment I stepped inside I heard a high pitched shriek and this person running towards me....my bf of course! Valentina greeted me in a similar manner that an anaconda would greet its’ prey. Valentina and I communicate everyday by talking on the phone and sending text messages back and forth and although it may feel like the person is right there next to you nothing beats talking and being with a person, live and face to face.

Each time I see Valentina she has a daring new haircut. Last winter she had announced that she was going to grow her hair long like mine and 2 weeks ago even emailed a picture of her hair, it was well past her shoulders. She says she wants to grow her hair long like mine but apparently doesn’t have the patience because 36hours earlier she decided to chop it off! Impatient to grow her long and always experimenting with new styles this time Valentina went with a pixie cut. Totally rocking the London look the ends of her hair were tinted a deep maroon color which was a great contrast against her jet black hair.

As glad as I was seeing my bestie, I was gasping for air and just when I thought my ribs were about to crack Valentina released me from her loving grip but still kept one arm around me very tight. Oh and and speaking of arms......standing less than an arm’s length away from her was Semper~Fi. I said a cheery hello and in return SF gave me one of those head nods. Forget being in a festive mood my forever friend was in a cheeky mood. Valentina suggested with a sly and mischievous grin I give SF a kiss.

VALENTINA: He splashed an extra dose of cologne---- just for you Princesa.

To quote that cute blockhead, Good grief! I was not even 10 minutes into my vaycay and Valentina had somehow found a way to embarrass me, as for Semper~Fi and his reaction?

Hmm, well I really couldn’t tell if he was embarrassed or not. You see, he had that same old expression on his face he always does: The stone cold look.

To Be Continued.....

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

January 1st: Hangover Recovery Day

2012-01-01T18:40:00.018-05:00

Cocaine Princess here.

I know you're wondering why I'm posting on a Sunday evening and not on my usual Friday in the wee hours of the night, right?

Being still on vaycay means I'm totally off schedule with things.

I had a fabulous Christmas and a total blast ringing in 2012, and hope you all did too. No worries, I'll be blogging about my winter vaycay soon. It's funny how the days leading up to New Year's Eve everyone here at the resort was jumping and so full of energy and now today we're all like a bunch of zombies-- many with confetti still in our hair, dark sunglasses covering our blood shot eyes and drinking that fizzy water stuff or unhealthy amounts of coffee. Slowly we're in the process of returning back to our normal selves again.

During lunch all was quiet until the poolside DJ decided to liven things up. He played a song which pretty much accurately describes how we're all feeling on this 1st day of the New Year.

The music may have been thumping but no one was bumping. We all just sat there, so very still. Mr. Poolside DJ wasn't a very liked person especially when he uttered the following message through his megaphone: "HAPPY HEADACHE DAY!"

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Lovelies, Happy New Year. Here's to 2012!! May it treat you awesome and bring everything that you desire.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

....."And A Partridge In A Pear Tree"

2011-12-20T09:36:00.009-05:00

Cocaine Princess here.

Okay here goes-- my last plea to Santa Claus.

Dear Santa,
I have been very good for the past one or two days.....so let's focus on that, okay big guy?

Love,
Colombian Princess

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“Dasher... Dancer... Prancer... Nixon... Comet and Cupid... Donna Dixon?”
-Homer Simpson reciting reindeer names

Here I am blogging another year end post. Wow! I can’t believe another year is nearly over. It seems like only yesterday I was celebrating the most joyous day of the year and partying away into the New Year in the tropics with my loved ones, and soon enough I will be again.

As you know by now my sister holds an annual event known as “The Cookie Exchange Party.” You can read previous entries about it here , here and here. The Cookie Exchange Party {CEP for short} is quite possibly-- and this is only my opinion--- the most bizarre food ritual on the planet. Hmm, you think by now I would be use to it, right? Sadly no. To this day I still can’t quite put my finger on why I think this whole cookie shindig is creepy. Oh who am I kidding? It’s downright weird! It’s no big surprise to anyone who knows me that I’m no Martha Stewart nor do I have any interest in possessing her crafting, baking or cooking abilities but I sometimes wonder if the CEP is really some type of weird cult and “the cookies” is really all just a massive coverup? To this day I’ve never received a proper reply from sister on why she feels compelled to hold it each year in our home.....unless she is head leader of this cult?

Prior to the guests arrival I was watching an Indiana Jones Marathon on TV. It had been years since I had seen it and I took notice of something. In Part 2 are you aware there is a club called “Club Obi Wan Kenobi?” I’m not sure if this was done on purpose but if it was wouldn’t it have made more sense to call it “Club Han Solo?”
Sister and housekeeper {HK} were both in the kitchen getting everything ready. Aside from cookies there were refreshments and other little desserts available. I was sitting on the couch all dolled up. Although I find the CEP extremely bizarre, one aspect I like is the fact that when attending this function one needs to be dressed to the nines. As strange as I find myself saying this, I find it far more strange typing this next statement: The Cookie Exchange Party Is A Blinged Out Affair.

The cult meeting --err-- I mean “the party” commenced this past Sunday afternoon at 1pm, at least that’s what time the doorbell began to ring. The first time it did was one of those continuous rings which led me to believe the person on the other side of the door was a mischievous one. HK answered the door and judging by the chatter from the foyer it was a large group. I couldn’t wait to see their outfits......Oh! They looked marvelous! Little girls in their decorative headbands, wearing mini bolero jackets with sequences over their satin dresses and the little guys in dress pants, clean shirt and crisp ties. Dressed To The Nines! Two girls managed to get past HK without her knowing still wearing their pink suede Ugg boots on. Each and every child looked so brilliant, like festive ornaments and as they made themselves at home their parents brought their home made cookies. The entire kitchen counter and table was filled with a wide variety of cookies in colorful metallic boxes. In front were index cards with the name and recipe printed on it. Our kitchen at one point looked like a restaurant specializing in dessert buffets.

And so the sampling of the cookies and the exchanging of the recipes began. There is always one favorite but this year there was a tie: The Molten Chocolate Chip Cookie and The Triple Chocolate Candy Cane Cookie. I would have taken a picture but those cookie monsters in human form devoured them all before I had a chance too. It always surprises me how much food the kids are able to fit in their tiny stomachs. For little people they sure have big appetites.

While the parents swapped recipes and participated in gossip, I focused my attention on the children since I’m not apart of the mommies who love to tittle-tattle like they are still teenagers club. Happy, is not a word that doesn't even begin to come close to describe how the kids felt that Christmas was so near. Most of them wanted electronic gadgets-- LeapPad Explorer Tablet, the latest Xbox and something known as a Fijit. I had no idea what the heck that was until a 6 year old gave me the 411. Unlike fashion I'm not really into what's hot and what's not when it comes to toys. Some of them were heading south for the holidays while others were simply going to have a "staycation." Either way they were excited at the fact they were getting 2 weeks off from school.

Entertainment as always came in the form of watching DVDs. We saw “A Muppets Christmas Carol” {a lot of the kids were still pretty high on Muppet Fever after watching the latest film} and one of my personal favorites, “Santa Claus Is Coming To Town.” As we ate and watched holiday specials sister opened up the gifts that were given to her. She received what appears to be an endless supply of boxed soaps and bath and body gift baskets that I'm quite sure she could open up her own Body Shop! One little boy whom I call “Froggy” well his gifts are always truly one of a kind. Last year he bought her a goat. This year an electronic ice cream maker.

“Let's Be Naughty & Save Santa The Trip” ~Gary Allan

Speaking of gifts, you're all aware of the popular and classic Christmas carol “12 Days Of Christmas.” You know a series of gifts that are given by a true love. Have you ever wondered what the actual cost of all these gifts are? I was interested in finding out and after I did a little online research, unknown to me there's an actual company called The PNC Christmas Price Index® who shows the current cost for one set of each of the gifts given in the song.

“It began 28 years ago when the chief economist at PNC Bank decided to figure out how much it would cost to buy each of the gifts. Little did he know, he was starting an economic tradition that continues to this day. The PNC Christmas Price Index® is similar to the Consumer Price Index, which measures changes in prices of goods and services like housing, food, clothing, transportation, etc.”

The Actual Cost:

Partridge In A Pear Tree
2011: $184.99
2010: $161.99
Price Increase of 14.2%

Two Turtle Doves
2011: $125.00
2010:$100.00
Price Increase of: 25%

Three French Hens
2011: $150.00
2010: $150.00
Price Increase of: 0%

Four Calling Birds
2011: $519.96
2010:$599.96
Price Increase of: -13.3%

Five Golden Rings
2011:$645.00
2010:$649.95
Price Increase of -0.8%

Six Geese A-Laying
2011:$162.00
2010:$150.00
Price Increase of:8%

Seven Swans A-Swimming
2011: $6,300.00
2010: $5,600.00
Price Increase of 12.5%

Eight Maids A-Milking
2011:$58.00
2010: $58.00
Price Increase of: 0%

Nine Ladies Dancing
2011: $6,294.03
2010:$6,294.03
Price Increase of: 0%

Ten Lords A-Leaping
2011:$4,766.70
2010:$4,766.70
Price Increase of: 0%

Eleven Pipers Piping
2011:$2,427.60
2010:$2,356.20
Price Increase of: 3%

Twelve Drummers Drumming
2011:$2,629.90
2010:$2,552.55
Price Increase of: 3%

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Every December a bright constellation emerges. It’s different from all the others that appear throughout the year because of the way it elegantly sits in the night sky. It doesn’t so much shine as it pulsates a radiant warm light and more importantly how it makes some people feel-- they feel hope and that's never a bad thing. Many believe this to be the Christmas Star while robed scholars argue such a thing never existed. So, what do I think? I like to believe it is the Christmas Star. When I noticed it last week I made my wish. One of the many reasons I love Christmas is because I'm reminded of the magic, and at times it can be so magical that it will make you believe again in things, things you may have stopped believing in.

In a few short days I’ll be jetting off for my annual winter vaycay and will be on blog hiatus until the New Year. ADIOS to my sweaters, coats, hats and gloves and ¡HOLA! to my itty-bitty bikinis, sunblock, shorts, mini skirts and open toed stilettos. For me there is no better way than celebrating Christmas with swaying palm trees, warm ocean breezes, a rum runner in my hand, silky sand in between my toes and best of all.....dancing under a Latin moon. A white Christmas doesn’t cut it for me.

Reading through my fellow bloggers posts I know some of you have been wrestling with various personal turmoils and your hearts are feeling heavy. Just hang in there, 2012 is right around the corner and with a New Year comes a fresh start and new opportunities.

Regardless of your faith and belief I hope the magic that I always feel during this time of year touches you in some way shape or form making your hearts a little lighter.

Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays & May You Have A Sparkling New Year! Salud!!

May You Find Your Light in 2012.
I Wish You Love, Light, Serenity & Happiness.
Shine On & Twinkle On.
Peace Out.

XOXOXOXO,

Cocaine Princess
~x

A Hippopotamus Lives In My Head

2011-12-16T00:01:00.013-05:00

Cocaine Princess here.

It’s almost as if I have the never ending Christmas List. Just when I think I’m done, I’m not. On Monday I ventured back to the mall after practically shopping my brains out on Saturday from sunup to sundown. Christmas shopping at the mall on the weekend is like going into battle. Although I keep an upbeat and cheerful attitude it can be a little bit of a challenge when you’re being pushed, shoved and elbowed without receiving so much as an “I’m sorry.” One thing I’m thankful for is how so many of the malls this season are offering valet parking. I hate having to waste time circling the parking lot looking for a place to park. Anyways, two of the presents I needed to cross off my list involved a celebrity. Perhaps you’ve heard of the musician who goes by the name of Justin Bieber? A Justin Bieber bed in a bag {bed sheets, pillows, comforter etc. with his face on it} and a life size wall decal of him. The bed in a bag was a cinch to find but the decal proved to be nothing more than a pain in my tush.

And it wasn’t just any Justin Bieber wall decal but a very specific one of him wearing white pants, purple tee with a white hoodie and a bubble caption over his head with those 3 famous words: “Never Say Never.” I’m going to go off topic here for a brief moment: Has anyone heard the duet he did with Mariah Carey? Ugh! Why Mariah? Why did you ruin one of my favorite Christmas songs, All I Want For Christmas by re~releasing it as a duet with The Biebs of all people? Was Barry Manilow not available? Sheesh! Getting back on topic: I looked far and wide and either the item was sold out or stores only had a much smaller size available. Just when I was about to give up a heavenly angel surrounded by a luminous glow appeared before me and showed me the way. And by angel I really mean a store employee at Hot Topic who suggested I try Home Depot. Guess what? He was right. Talk about a Holy Christmas Miracle! The home improvement center had a fully stocked inventory in their paint department. Hmm, Home Depot is definitely one place I’d never thought I’d see myself shopping in for gifts. Boy, what a cold and drafty place.

One evening the school where my sister teaches held their annual Christmas pageant. Since I had nothing else better to do and because sister invited me I swung by the place. Nearly 3 hours sitting in an auditorium watching pint size people perform in a variety of holiday skits while in~between the choir dressed in festive looking robes delighted our ears to an assortment of classic Christmas carols in which everyone including yours truly joined in on, all except for one that is-- a song called, “I Want A Hippopotamus For Christmas.” Until that night I had never in my entire life heard of the song. When the pageant was over I questioned sister about it and according to her it’s very popular among the little ones. I googled the words: “I Want A Hippopotamus For Christmas” and had no idea just how popular this song is. And here I thought I was aware of every Christmas tune! I was baffled how this song eluded me throughout my entire childhood. I went over on youtube to view the original recording by Gayla Peevey and oh good grief, doing so turned out to be a huge mistake because now that hippo song is stuck on damn replay in my head.

The song refuses to exit my mind. It's like one of those occupy protestors who refuse to move from their tents. The hippo has taken up permanent residency in my head and it will not go away. I could be reading, watching TV, even listening to music when all of a sudden Miss Peevey's voice comes bursting into my head at full blast. Holy snap it's even happening now as I blog out this truly remarkable post! Someone please make it stop!! I suppose posting the video has only made matters worse, right?

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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

UPDATE: Home Renovation Fiasco

2011-12-09T00:12:00.006-05:00

Cocaine Princess here.

Do you recall an entry I posted about “Contractor Guy?” You remember, it was about a bone-idle contractor my sister hired AND paid in~advanced {without my knowledge} to re~tile our laundry room BUT instead he left apart of our house in a dismal mess. In case it slipped your mind click here to refresh your memory.

Ta~da!! He completed the job.

BEFORE:

ALMOST DONE:

FINALLY DONE:

I truly didn’t believe it was possible and given Contractor Guy's work habits I was convinced he would finish the job around spring 2012.......

but then again this is the Season of Miracles, right?

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15 shopping days left until Christmas. Has anyone completed their list? Me? Hmm, it appears my list this year is never ending or at least it seems that way. Just when I think I'm done there's still always that one more gift I need to buy for that someone.

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

Whatever your plans are have a spectacular weekend.~x

XOXOXOXO,

Cocaine Princess

Part 2: What's Not To Love?

2011-12-02T00:07:00.000-05:00

Cocaine Princess.

As promised in yesterday’ post here is Part 2. If you missed it click here.

To review:

Speaking of the mall....

To Be Continued. Trust me this is a great segue way into part 2 that will be posted tomorrow, so hang tight.

Part 2: What's Not To Love?

Last weekend I was at the mall. My arrival happen to coincide with a Grand Parade Arrival For Santa Claus. I like to believe all this had something to do with my mere presence. Never underestimate the power of a Colombian Princess! Coincidence? Hmm, no. Perfect Timing? Definitely.

Had it not been for the extremely loud marching band I wouldn’t have had a clue about it. I was too pre-occupied trying on a sweet little dress. It had been quite some time since I had seen the Big Guy’s arrival. Usually when I go to the mall during this time of year his workshop will already be set up and Santa will be sitting on his throne with a mile long line of eager kids waiting to sit on his laps. I can still recall the exhilaration I would feel the days leading up to witnessing Santa’s grand entrance at the mall and of course the preparation– picking out the perfect outfit was just as important as writing out my list! I remember standing in line, clutching mommy’s hand and while holding my list in the other I would be bursting at the seams until those feelings were replaced by butterflies in my stomach upon hearing the sound of bells and the words “Ho, Ho, Ho” in the far distance. And the nearer the sound got the more those butterflies would flutter around. Nowadays I feel the same way when Fashion Week rolls around each year or when I receive the Neiman Marcus Christmas Catalog. I’m not going to lie, those same butterflies that once fluttered in my stomach returned for a brief moment upon hearing those magical jingle bells.

The particular mall I was at decided to throw a parade not just in honor of one Santa Claus but also the several different Santas that are celebrated through Europe.

Santa's Band Of Merry Elves:

The parade began with Holland:

Russia:

Serbia:

Slovak Republic:

Hungary:

Poland: Hey look it's The Grinch!! Out of all the countries in the parade I found Poland to be the most lively.

Portugal: {I thought it was interesting how each European Santa paraded past American Eagle Outfitters}

Ukraine:

Croatia: Take a look at the little girl's face in the picture below this one. Boy, she seems happy, doesn't she?

O'Canada:

Spectators watching the parade:

Check out The Grinch’s pimped out jacket!!

The crowd by the elevator-- when the parade was over we decided to head up to the upper level for lunch as did everyone else:

While waiting our turn the country of Poland kept us entertained AND I got my pic taken with The Grinch!

Santa's Workshop:

Lunch was in the food court at A&W. No big shock that my sister selected this delightful establishment. I decided to try their Fiesta Burger Combo: lettuce, tomato, cheese, jalapenos and spicy “fiesta” sauce. Olé!

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I saw this Santa at another mall and while taking his picture the Holly Jolly Guy asked that oh so popular December question: “Have you been naughty or have you been nice?” I, of course replied,“NICE.” I tried saying it with a straight face but couldn't and began to giggle.

I said it before and I'll say it again, being Naughty feels sooooooo Nice.

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

Whatever your plans are have a stellar first weekend of December.~x

XOXOXOXO,

Cocaine Princess

Part 1: What's Not To Love

2011-12-01T01:22:00.005-05:00

Cocaine Princess here.

Happy December 1st My Lovely Ones.

I can finally breathe a sigh of relief. December has arrived. Excuse me while I do my Happy Dance in honor of this merry and festive month. November, the last few years has been an emotional month for me to get through, you know the kind where you don’t have the strength to get out of bed? I’m happy to report I made it through the last 30 days.

I love the month of December. What’s not to love? Here are a few of my reasons for loving this month:

Sweet Smooches Under The Mistletoe
No explanation needed.

Winter Vaycay
In a short little while I’ll be jetting off to the tropics to spend Christmas Vaycay with my best friend. Memo To Self: Pack more bikinis!

Candy Cane Crackle Ice Cream
I love the taste and smell of mint in the winter and this special flavor is only available during the month of December. The combination of peppermint candy pieces mixed into vanilla ice~cream is not only refreshing but delightful.

Chocolates And All Things Sweet
Each year my sweet tooth looks forward to the Signature Holiday Collection by Godiva. I’m not sure what the connection between chocolates and Christmas is but no matter where I go I see boxes of chocolates and for someone like me who meticulously watches what they eat-- out of all the months of the year the 12th month is the most dangerous. A few red and green M&Ms here mixed with a few Hershey’s kisses there and throw in a slice of cheesecake with Candy Cane Crackle Ice Cream on the side, December can somewhat seem like a guided missile destroyer of diets. Then again what would this cheerful time of year be without indulging in all things sweet, right?

The Fireplace
It's no big surprise I'm not a fan of cold weather but there is a lovely feeling of coziness that comes from curling up in front of the fire while I'm watching a movie and sipping on either hot chocolate or a fine glass of red wine.

Holiday TV Specials
One of the many things that takes me back to my childhood is watching the classic animated specials, and although I’m an adult I can never tire of watching them year after year: The Grinch, Charlie Brown & his pitiful looking tree, Frosty The Snowman, Rudolph The Red Nose Reindeer, the entire Rankin~Bass Holiday Collection etc. Did any of you notice how this year they began airing in November? P.S. I love when Burl Ives as the snowman sings “Holly Jolly Christmas” in Rudolph.

Christmas Music
It’s not officially the festive season until the Peanuts theme or Mariah Carey’s “All I Want For Christmas” is blasting in and out of every store at the mall. I always find myself humming Elvis’ this time of year and of course Bing Crosby’s classic “Mele Kalikimaka.” Speaking of Mele Kalikimaka--

Watching Holiday Movies
A few of my favorite: National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation, Home Alone 1 & 2, Elf and The Holiday.

Whimsical Decorations & Twinkling Lights
Our entire indoor and outdoor decorations went up during the first week of November but there was a slight problem. When we took out the lighted plastic Santa from the storage room his head was lopped off! It was really strange. Neither sister, housekeeper or I knew what could have led to this tragedy. Hmm, unless there was a sadistic plastic Santa serial killer on the loose? We just chalked it up as one of those freak accidents. The problem was solved after we sent housekeeper to the local department store where she picked up another one.

Holiday Parties
Who doesn’t love get togethers with friends and family? Maybe this is a girly thing {or quite possibly it’s just me} but what I enjoy most is the glamorous side of attending holiday parties. Getting dressed to the nines, applying black mascara with flecks of gold glitter and lip gloss that shimmers in the light.....

Shopping For Gifts
Some may cringe and perhaps you’re saying you’d rather have a root canal but I absolutely love shopping for gifts. It doesn’t bother me the least going from one store to the next or even from one mall to the next. Yes, the malls are filled with frenzied crowds. Yes, you may get pushed, shoved and elbowed by cranky shoppers and Yes, finding a good parking spot can be aggravating but I view all this as part of experiencing the Holy Joys of Yuletide. Besides, seeing my loved ones faces light up when they open the perfect gifts I bought them makes it all the worthwhile. An added bonus: Let it be known that the mall can be an amazing place to experience the sights, sounds and scents of Christmas. The over the top and eye~catching decorations, the sound of the choir in their colorful sweaters singing in the center court, cinnamon and pine scented candles, cheerful wishes from store employees to the beeping sound of the debit card machine when I punch in my numbers all adds to the special atmosphere of the holiday season.

Speaking of the mall....

To Be Continued. Trust me this is a great segue way into part 2 that will be posted tomorrow, so hang tight.

P.S. Remember to make your December Wish.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

November 27th

2011-11-27T10:02:00.004-05:00

Mom,

"While you, dear Mother, rest and sleep,

Your loving memory I'll always keep.

I keep in my heart the love of the past,

For there it was planted forever to last.

Together in the same old way,

Would be my dearest wish today.

Loved with a love beyond telling,

Missed with a grief beyond all tears."

Mom,

I don't need a certain day to remember you. Each day, throughout the day there are constant reminders of you but out of all the days of the year, November 27th hurts the most because it was the day you left this world.

Te amo. Le falto. Le necesito. Deseo que usted estuviera aquí.
Amor por siempre,

XOXO
Princesa Colombiana
XOXO

Texas Horseshoe Of Rings

2011-11-25T00:08:00.010-05:00

Cocaine Princess here.

One weekend sister and I were coming back from the city when she spotted a newly opened “Lone Star Restaurant” so we decided to stop in for a bite to eat before heading home. In most situations when I write “we” it means “me” but this time “we” means my sister.

If you recall I’ve eaten once before at this Tex~Mex establishment with those sweet but cheeky The Boys Of Summer, only that location was in a building where another eating house {forget the name} had gone out of business and therefore didn't have that oh so Texy vibe to it.

Upon walking inside we were greeted by a cowgirl wearing a plaid shirt, bandana and jeans and taken to our table. A lovely wooden bench with seats-- Thank God the seats were padded!!

Once seated, a fresh basket of tortilla chips and salsa on the side were brought to us and then we were given our menus.

Browsing the menu I was a tad disappointed to find those tasty taquitos were no longer available.

Appetizers: Texas Horseshoe Of Rings:

“A stack of golden onion rings served up hot & crispy, with Chipotle Jalapeño Ketchup and Ranch dipping sauce on the side.”

When they say ‘crispy’ they ain’t kidding! In fact they were a little too crispy for my taste.

Main Course: Santa Fe Chicken Sandwich:

“A 5 oz. Southern-fried chicken breast served on Cheddar jalapeño flatbread with Jack cheese and brushed with garlic and fire-roasted pepper mayo.”

I wound up ordering the same entre as last time but instead of regular fries I went with sweet potato fries. I’d never tasted them before and thought I’d take a walk on the wild side and try them. Big mistake that turned out to be. I didn’t like the taste nor did I care for the garnish pickle. Also, I would like to point out the chicken breast was a little over-cooked and the fire-roasted pepper mayo was extremely mild. I'm not sure what planet it was considered to be fire roasted.

Dessert: Texas-Fried Ice Cream

“A traditional Texas favorite! Vanilla ice cream dusted with cinnamon sugar, rolled in toasted corn flakes and deep fried. Served in a pool of chocolate sauce and topped with whipped cream, crumbled pecans and a cherry.”

One word: Simply Amazing! Oops that's two!

I took a couple of pictures of the interesting western decor:

Who doesn't like looking at a picture of a tombstone while they eat?

Did I mention there was wood everywhere, I mean everywhere....including the chandelier. If you look close it's actually a wagon wheel.

Sign to the rest~room. I tried taking a pic of "Cowboys" but there was a real sharp glare and the pic didn't come out very clear:

Cowboys drinking in a saloon: Wonder what important issues they are discussing?

You couldn’t help but get soaked up in the atmosphere of the Wild, Wild West when looking at all the decor but then the year 2011 would set in when every so often I’d look out the window and see cars in the parking lot or when I turned my head to the left where the bar patrons were watching the hockey game on the plasma and cheering along.

Unlike the last time I didn’t have too much of a good time. I had just an "okay time," not that I don’t enjoy spending time with my big sis because I do {when she’s not lecturing me that is} but from the minute we walked inside to the car ride back home all we could talk about were those 5 boys from the Lone Star state who stayed with us during that one summer.

To quote them:

"The only place to eat authentic Texas cuisine is in the state of Texas."

Hmm, I miss them.

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

Whatever your plans are have a loving weekend.~x

XOXOXOXO,

Cocaine Princess

Home Renovation Fiasco

2011-11-18T00:07:00.034-05:00

Cocaine Princess here.

I like to think of myself as a calm and rational person but truly I'm about to blow a frigging gasket and the fault lies totally with my sister.

Last month our neighbors were doing some renovations in their home. One day the contractor went around the area drumming up business by leaving his card in mailboxes. I guess he was afraid people wouldn't catch the massive sign with his name and number sitting on my neighbors front lawn.

Sister wanted to redo a section of the laundry room with new tiles and decided to hire him. I wasn't too keen on this for 2 reasons.

1} I'm cautious on who I let inside the house. 2} When I googled his name I couldn't find anything on him.

I suggested to sister she either 1} Do a thorough background check or 2} Hire a licensed professional with a good reputation and who is in good standing with the Better Business Bureau.

I don't know about you but doesn't the second one seem to be the best choice?

Sister assured me she had spoken with our neighbors who were satisfied with his handiwork. I mentioned to "A" that getting one person's opinion wasn't enough but she went ahead and employed him.

CG aka Contractor Guy {don't you just love these cool and clever names I come up with?} guaranteed us the job would take no longer than 3, 4 days tops.

It's been 2 damn weeks and in those 2 damn weeks this is all the work he has accomplished.

It took him half a day to remove the old flooring and prior to doing so he moved the washer and dryer into the foyer, where they still remain along side with the towel cabinet. That area of the house is in such a chaotic mess that I doubt Home Decor Magazine will be ringing our doorbell anytime soon to present to us their annual Best Home Decorating Award. I suppose all that hard work must have really wiped him out because CG didn't return back until 2 days later.

You really ought to see this guy work– if that’s what you can call it. One day I was determined to keep my eye on him. I turned my back for a mere moment --POOF-- he was gone only to mysteriously re~appear hours later and worked for a grand total of 20 minutes.

This individual gives new meaning to the phrase "slacking off." If he's not gabbing on his phone he's drinking coffee-- excessively large amounts of it because he's constantly using the main floor bathroom and leaving the toilet seat up. My God, when you're done doing your business seriously how hard is it to put the seat down and close the lid? You already know about my strict no shoe wearing rule, right? Housekeeper laid a painters drop cloth sheet in the foyer leading to the bathroom since taking off and putting on his work boots every time was "a bit of an inconvenience for him," so he told me. Hmm, here's a thought: quit drinking so much damn coffee! Even though a sheet is covering the tiles in the foyer the sound of those work boots inside my home makes my ears want to bleed. He walks like a clumsy horse AND if that isn't bad enough Contractor Guy smokes. By now my Lovelies are aware of the 2 rules I have in my home-- No Shoes and No Smoking. During this portion of my post I would like to re-iterate that I have absolutely nothing against smokERS. Hey, most of my friends smoke. It's the smokING part I have a problem with. I can't stand the smell and it does a real number on my eyes. In a nutshell Hell would have to freeze completely over the day I permit anyone to smoke in my home. I informed the lazy contractor he could only smoke outside either on the sidewalk or in the middle of the driveway and absolutely no where else on the property. So you can imagine my surprise when I walked into the garage one day to find the floor resembling a stinky ashtray. Everywhere I looked there were cigarette butts including several on the stairs that lead to the door inside. I would have given him hell, Colombian style but once more POOF he was gone. I was beginning to think he was actually a magician who does home repairs in his spare time.

We made numerous attempts to contact him by leaving messages on his phone but this s-o-b didn't return any of them.

Sister questioned our neighbors if they encountered the same problem with CG. Guess what? They did. So they were satisfied with his handiwork but not his work ethic-- well gee, you didn't think sharing that little gem of information might have been important?

Didn't I tell sister that getting one person's opinion wasn't enough?

Totally fed up with Contractor Guy's unprofessional behavior I made it clear to "A" that if she wasn't going to I would be more than happy to take on the roll of The Terminator and terminate him. I figured leaving a message on his phone stating he was F-I-R-E-D was the only way to get this lazy slob's attention and he would come running back to complete the job and get paid. And that's when sister dropped a bomb on me: She already paid him.......IN FULL.

My reply upon hearing this news?

ME: Why the hell did you do that?!

Answer: According to the neighbors if you pay CG cash you'll get a significant discount.

Oh my God! Can you believe my brilliant university educated sister who has a double major paid CG beforehand and he has yet to finish the job! Now his behavior made total sense! All in the name to save a buck which has resulted in nothing but one massive headache. But oh wait it gets so much better. Are you ready for it? Here it comes: There's no paper work to verify payment not even a written receipt. I don't think there was even a handshake. The only 2 people who were involved in this cash transaction was sister and CG. My only part in this home renovation fiasco was choosing the tiles. I couldn't believe what she had done! You know they say every cloud has a silver lining and the silver lining in this scenario? The Princess lecturing her older sister over her mistake. After receiving 100+ lectures from "A" the tables had finally turned! The student had become the teacher! What's done is done," is what sister now says. Believe you me if the roles were reserved I would have received the mother load of all frigging lectures.

By some miracle we were able to reach Contractor Guy. He promises he'll be back next week to finish up the job.

He promises....yeah right! At the pace he works it’s in all likelihood I’ll be posting an update sometime next year.

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

Whatever your plans are have a tremendous weekend.~x

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

Guy With Rash

2011-11-11T00:18:00.012-05:00

Cocaine Princess here.

Last Sunday I visited a town called “Idiot-Ville” and I was speaking directly to its mayor AKA Guy With Rash. Allow me to explain:

This past Sunday I was catching up on a few TV shows I had DVR’ed during the week. One of these shows included “The Jerry Springer Show.” Many of my lovelies are aware I love this train wreck of a talk show. It’s nothing more than mindless entertainment that I enjoy watching. It was quite an intense episode: a stripper was forced to choose between two lovers....one of whom confessed “HE” was actually a “SHE.”

Halfway through the episode I decided to check my phone messages. It was nearing 10am and was a little concerned I hadn’t heard from Valentina yet seeing how she sends me several texts on the hour. When I went to retrieve my phone I saw the battery was dead. I grabbed my re~charger plug and when plugging it in I saw the green glowing fluorescent light didn’t go on–- you know the one that indicates the phone is recharging. I tried using another outlet......hmm, still no green light. Obviously there was something wrong.

I called up the company’s tech help line. My call was answered at the 20+ minute mark. I informed tech person the problem who in turn informed me the problem was most likely with the charger port, and suggested I take the phone back to point of purchase so the store could send it to their repair facility.

After I got off the phone, I dolled myself up and headed out the door. The wireless store was located in one of the bigger malls in a city near where I live. How fortunate for me as it gave me the perfect excuse to go to the mall. Like I really need an excuse, right? I assumed I would be in and out of the store in under 5 minutes: Drop off the phone for repair, provide my signature on a few pieces of paper and bim-bam-boom-be-done and on my way to do a little shopping. But of course in situations like this I’m usually if not always wrong. And I was. In total there were 3 employees. 2 of them were busy with customers and the 3rd was sitting behind the counter doing nothing.

I approached the counter and proceeded to explain the problem I was having when asked “can I help you?” I will refer to the employee as “Guy With Rash.” As you continue reading you’ll understand why. I specifically stated “my phone isn’t recharging when I plug it in” and “tech support is saying the problem is with the charger port.” His reply:

GUY WITH RASH: Did you try plugging it in?

I paused for a moment and thought to myself, didn’t I just mention when I PLUG my phone in? Hmm, perhaps he didn’t hear what I had said. I repeated my words and answered his question:

ME: Yes I plugged it in and when I did the green light didn’t go on.

GUY WITH RASH: You think it might be the battery?

ME: I don’t think so.

GUY WITH RASH: It’s quite possible it’s a battery issue. How old’s your phone?

ME: Under a year.

While asking his next question he began to scratch his abdomen region in a weird up and down motion.

GUY WITH RASH: Where did you buy it?

ME: Here at this store.

Sheesh, why do you think I’m here?

GUY WITH RASH: Are you sure?

ME: Yes I’m sure. Why?

Shrugging his shoulders, Guy with Rash explained he’d never seen the phone. I walked over to the middle of the store to one of the display tables where low and behold there was my exact phone along side with several others. Like a Price Is Right model I pointed to it. His reply:

GUY WITH RASH: Hmm.

In return I inquired how long he had been employed? Two months, he replied. I could be mistaken but shouldn’t all workers be familiar with what products are available in their store?

GUY WITH RASH: I still say it’s the battery but you think it’s the charger port?

ME: That's what tech support's diagnosis is and given the fact the re-charger light doesn’t light up I would have to agree with them

With the phone now in his hands he once more began to scratch his stomach. All I could imagine he had some type of rash underneath his blue cotton shirt with the store’s name embroidered in the upper left hand corner. He kept on insisting it was a battery issue and was very firm about it, almost as if he had a bone to pick with the tech department people and was hell bent on proving them wrong. His next question left me beyond speechless.

GUY WITH RASH: Where’s the battery located in this phone?

Oh....My.....God. It was clear the employee with a potential rash under his shirt also had the IQ of a raisin. I looked directly into his eyes to see if his pupils were of normal size. Could he have perhaps taken a couple of hits of something before starting work? It was the only logical explanation I could come up with. Where’s the battery located?! As with most electronic items you’ll find the battery on the inside. I instructed he turn over the phone and slide the back cover off. I was almost certain I would have to draw him a diagram so I took it upon myself to remove the battery. Judging by the look on his face he seemed so surprised I was almost tempted to ask where he thought the battery was.

With my battery out and a new one in its place he turned on the phone......or at least he tried to.

GUY WITH RASH: I think there’s something wrong with your phone because it’s not turning on.

He attempted several more times turning it on by pressing down the button.....oh did I mention it was the wrong button?

ME: That’s because you’re pressing the volume control.

GUY WITH RASH: Oh. So how do you turn this thing on?

It was bad enough he didn’t know the battery's location but now he didn't know how to turn the phone on?! Holy crap! I was curious what exactly the requirements were to be hired at this particular wireless store? Hey, can you tie your shoes? If the answer is YES you’re qualified to work for us! Then again the simple task of tying shoes may have been very hard for someone like Guy With Rash to accomplish. I realize at that precise moment the smart thing for me would have been to politely ask if I could speak with another employee – preferably a knowledgeable one but by some miracle he was able to find the power button all by himself. I guess the effects of whatever he was smoking were beginning to taper off. With the phone now turned on he stated:

GUY WITH RASH: Told you it was a battery issue.

I really don’t know what the hell was wrong with this individual. I kept telling him from the start I was having charger issues. He didn’t seem to grasp the concept the problem I was having wasn’t with the battery. I explained for the umpteenth time about the green light not appearing and since the new battery was at 50% I suggested he try recharging it.

As he went to plug it in he made a shocking discovery.

GUY WITH RASH: Um, did you know your charger port is loose? You’re not going to be able to recharge your phone unless you get it fixed.

I realized I wasn't at the mall but in a town called “Idiot-Ville” and I was speaking directly to its mayor AKA Guy With Rash.

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Last Friday I posted an entry about the awesome time I had at the Duran Duran concert.

On Tuesday their latest single Girl Panic! was released and the video is simply brilliant. It features Naomi Campbell, Cindy Crawford, Eva Herzigova, Helena Christensen and Yasmin Le Bon. The real members of Duran Duran appear as supporting staff (bellhops, waitstaff, chauffeurs and press), and Domenico Dolce & Stefano Gabbana (as in that Dolce & Gabbana) even make cameos as fashion editors.

Check it out:

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My loyal and dear readers it’s finally Friday.

Today’s date is very special: 11/11/11. A date that comes once every 100 years and many believe this day to be extra lucky so get out your wish list my Lovely Ones.

11/11/11 is also Nigel Tufnel Day.

More importantly 11/11/11 is Remembrance Day. Lest We Forget.

Whatever your plans are have an incredible weekend. ~x

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

Fab 4: A Bloody Good Time!!

2011-11-04T00:28:00.018-04:00

Cocaine Princess here.

I can't believe how quickly this past week went by and although I've been getting between 3-4 hours of sleep a night, I had a real good week. Monday was Halloween and we had a good haul of trick or treaters come by. I was expecting to see zombies after zombies and there were a few but I was surprised at the number of vampires and Disney Princesses and of course there's always at least one Captain Jack Sparrow. We also had several groups of teenagers who came as themselves. Some even took the time to get into the spirit and wear a costume, for instance one boy wore a hoodie and dark sunglasses.

Halloween 2011 had me on official candy dispensing duty. I had such a hard time deciding on a costume that I just decided to get dolled up:

"Would you like something sweet?

** As most of my lovelies are aware I have a strict No Shoe Wearing Policy inside my home. I'm only wearing my stilettos to complete the look for the picture. As soon as the pic was taken the heels came off and I was barefoot for the remainder of the night.**

Hmm....there was something I wanted to blog about-- an event I attended last week but if only I could remember what it was. Sheesh, lack of sleep has apparently given me amnesia. Oh wait, I remember! Last Thursday {Oct 27th} I saw Duran Duran in concert...AGAIN!! This was their 2nd appearance in the city in the last 6 months. If you recall sister and I previously saw them on Easter Monday at a club venue. This past summer The Fab Four From Britain announced the "All You Need Is Now" full scale world tour and being a die hard fan I of course had to see them AGAIN!!

Unlike the last time, this concert took place in a large arena but the way the arena was set up was a seated venue style theater and made for marvelous acoustics. It was a 2 hour show and 21 songs were performed. As the Brits say, "I Had A Bloody Good Time!

I took this shot upon arriving at The Air Canada Centre:

We headed inside and picked up our tickets and VIP passes that were waiting for us at will~call. I went the VIP route because well, I'm a Princess and that's how I roll. The VIP package included premium seats.

I was lucky to get Floor Seats: 3rd Row, Center. I was incredibly happy to not only be so close to the stage but getting seats in the dead center. Why? The answer is quite elementary my dear lovelies: Dead center means I'm in direct view of Simon "Luscious" Le Bon.....my favorite DD band member.

Duranie Fans were let in at 6:30pm. Once we were escorted to our seats, to avoid the rush after the concert I headed to the souvenir stand. Sister suggested that I wait til after the show but when have I ever listened to her?

I bought a programme....

....and 2 shirts. I was a little disappointed with the tees that were being offered. I was hoping it would have the city and dates of the tour but those weren't being offered-- only plain ones with the DD logo and the title of their newest album.

The concert began at 7:30pm. Opening for DD was the band "Neon Trees" a band I had never heard of.

A shot of the stage being set up:

They turned out to be quite good and the reception from the crowd was positive. Lead singer Tyler Glenn {the guy with the mohawk} let the crowd know their biggest musical influences were Depeche Mode and The Clash-- which explained why they looked and sounded very 80's. I recognized one of their songs, "Animal" only because it serves as background music for a car commercial.

Animal

Oh oh I want some more
Oh oh what are you waiting for
Take a bite of my heart tonight

After their performance the lights went back on. At this point I left my seat to get something to drink for sister and I. To be precise I bought 2 bottles of Coke at $5.00 a piece. They also had beer in plastic cups selling for $12 bucks. On the way back the stage was being set up for the Brit band and I was curious to know how these 4 enormous masks were going to be incorporated into the show. Read on to find out.

I bet you're wondering what this next shot is about, right?

This is a picture of a woman who was sitting to the left of me {sister was to my right} and in her hand is a $12.00 beer in a plastic cup. It was her 2nd one. She guzzled at least 4 before the show even began and I know this not because I was keeping track but because each time she got up to leave she stepped on my delicate toes nearly crushing them. If you look on the floor you'll see one of her empty cups. Anyways, I'm not sure if it was because she was tipsy or maybe it was just an accident but she spilled some of her boozy suds on my leg that trickled all the way down to my pedicured foot.

At last, the lights went down and the crowd roared:

The music began and I could see the band members emerge from the stage....one in particular:

Oh be still my latin heart! It was Monsieur Le Bon and he was still rocking his beard-- oh yeah!! Simon wore a metallic wine colored blazer, black dress shirt, black sparkly jeans with black and blue runners.

The band opened up with a song from their new album that I absolutely love, “Before The Rain.” While the song was being performed black and white images from Europe during World War II appeared on the backdrop.

Before The Rain

Oh, rise, you promises broken
Call my lovers by their names
Lost hearts and words
That are spoken to the wind
Which blows before the rain...

Dominick Brown {who replaced Andy Taylor} was simply awesome on the guitar during the performance:

Planet Earth

Look now, look all around, there's no sign of life
Voices, another sound, can you hear me now?
This is planet earth you're looking at planet earth

Crowd singing along:

Looking at the image on the screen can you guess what song this is? Think 007:

A View To A Kill

Until we dance into the fire, that fatal kiss is all we need
Dance into the fire, to fatal sounds of broken dreams
Dance into the fire, that fatal kiss is all we need...

All You Need Is Now

It's all up to you now
Find yourself in the moment
Go directly to the voodoo
Now the channel is open

John Taylor and to the left is Chasity:

The idea behind this song came from John after he read a report in the paper about a driver in Germany whose GPS system had sent him the wrong way up the Autobahn. On the backdrop were images of machines and robots- "the idea that we are so reliant on machines to run our lives and that they drive us crazy."

Blame The Machines

I’m driving up the autobahn
Losing my way as the night gets long
The headlights shining in my face
Scream out the danger of this place

Nick Rhodes on keyboard:

Simon dedicated this next song to all the ladies in the house. It wasn't performed during the April show so I was on cloud nine that it was included in this tour's set list because it happens to be my all time favorite song and hearing it live was absolutely divine. Simon's voice oozed with so much sensuality it gave me goosebumps.

Come Undone
Words, playing me deja vu
Like a radio tune I swear I've heard before
Chill is it something real
Or the magic I'm feeding off your fingers

Safe {In The Heat Of The Moment}

How ‘bout you and me get down?
Babe I know you’ve been around
Unmake your bed

Duet with back~up singer Anna Ross. This song has a neat disco-kind of beat to it. A huge shiny disco ball was lowered onto the stage. You can sort of see it on the right hand side of the pic.

Reflex

The reflex is a lonely child just waiting by the park
The reflex is in charge of finding a treasure in the dark
And watching over lucky clover isn't that bizarre
Every little thing the reflex does leaves you answered

Can you partially see Simon-- he's the blond on the left telling a fan {black jacket} in the front row to sing the Reflex chorus with him.

As he {and the crowd} sang, the masks came alive. Throughout the show they projected different band faces and various images.

This next song is absolutely brilliant. The title is cool and the lyrics are sexy:

The Man Who Stole A Leopard

I make you mine
I thought that I could resist
But the leopard in you
Silently preyed on me

If you're familiar with this number then you know the song ends with a spoken part by British journalist Nina Hussein. She appeared on the backdrop doing a news report about A Man Who Stole A Leopard:

Simon dedicated this next song to "all the guys who have been dragged to the concert by their wives or girlfriends."

Girl Panic
In a girl panic, that’s driving naked through my mind
It’s a crush panic, she’s got me atomized
In a girl panic, the midnight traffic in her eyes
Like a hypnotic, and I am mesmerized

Is There Something I Should Know?
Please please tell me now is there something I should know
Is there something I should say that'll make you come my way
Do you feel the same cause you don't let it show

At every Duran Duran concert I've attended it's always the same thing-- I have a hard time getting pictures of drummer Roger Taylor. This was the only one clear shot I managed to get. See the cute Froggie?

Tiger Tiger

Musical portion.....

Saxophonist Simon Willescroft:

Careless Memories

Fear hangs a plane of gunsmoke drifting in our room
So easy to disturb, with a thought with a whisper
With a careless memory with a careless memory

Nick, John and Dominick:

John Taylor admitted to his fans he was a twitter addict and encouraged fans to send out tweets with the hashtag #duranlive

I sent out a tweet and whether or not it was shown I'm not sure. The tweets were being posted and displayed on the screen at a fast pace.

Leave A Light On

Whatever you say
Even if I wait a lifetime
I know, I swear, if you leave a light on,
If you leave a light on for me

Simon explained after learning about the death of his good friend Michael Hutchence {lead singer of Inxs} he needed a way to “exorcise his grief.” This is how Ordinary World came about.

Ordinary World

Papers in the roadside tell of suffering and grief
Fear today forgot tomorrow beside the news of holy war and holy need
Our's is just a little sorrowed talk, just blown away

Notorious

No no notorious, notorious no no notorious
I can't read about it burns the skin from your eyes
I'll do fine without it here's one you don't compromise

Hungry Like The Wolf

Mouth is alive with juices like wine
And I'm hungry like the wolf
Burning the ground I break from the crowd
I'm on the hunt I'm after you

Reach Up For The Sunrise
Put your hands into the big sky
You can touch the sunrise
Feel the new day enter your life

Happy Birthday Simon!!

One of the best part of the night was being able to celebrate Simon’s birthday. After a brief musical interlude the band returned on stage without Simon.

John asking: “Where’s Simon?”

After a few minutes Simon appeared and said the people in the back wouldn’t let him come on stage. Seconds later his birthday cake was rolled out. Simon replied: “I knew something was up tonight.” Fans at the top of their lungs sang “Happy Birthday.”

I had a feeling he was going to do it but then thought, nah.

Ooops I was wrong-- he did!!

Toweling off the icing:

Simon stated: “I can't f#cking believe I did that to myself!”

Following the cake incident was an awesome mash-up of the song Wild Boys with Frankie Goes To Hollywood's song Relax {Don't Do It}

Wild Boys/Relax

Wild boys never lose it
Wild boys never chose this way
Wild boys never close your eyes
Wild boys always shine

Finale:

Rio

Her name is Rio and she dances on the sand
Just like that river twisting through a dusty land
And when she shines she really shows you all she can
Oh Rio, Rio dance across the Rio Grande

The band saying thank you to the T.dot crowd. They received a well deserved and hefty applause with a standing ovation after the concert was over but then again everyone was on their feet singing and dancing for the entire 2 hour show!

Of course Simon "Luscious" Le Bon returned for more applause!!

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The "I Told You So" Moment:

Remember the T-shirts I bought? Scroll the page up if you've forgotten already. When the concert was over, outside was a guy holding a cardboard box and inside it was full of Duran Duran concert tees, with the city and dates on them!

The ones I bought earlier cost me $60.00. ($30 x 2) Guy selling them out of cardboard box-- $10.00. Sister looked at me and said, "I told you to wait, didn't I darling?"

One More Thing:

A close up of Simon's pants and shoes:

On the drive home all I could think about was the following quote: "The best feelings are those that have no words to describe them."

That about sums up my experience at the concert.

I blogged an entry a few months back about my love of music and how important it is to me. I also posted a quote from Plato that I do believe is worth repeating:

"Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything."

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

Don't forget we turn our clocks back this weekend......ahh.......an extra hour of sleep.

Whatever your plans are have a superb first weekend of November.~x

XOXOXOXO,

Cocaine Princess

Boo!

2011-10-31T00:24:00.007-04:00

Bloodcount: I am a vampire!
Bugs: Oh, yeah? Well, abacadabra! I'm an umpire!

Cocaine Princess here.

I love Halloween! How can anyone not love this day? For me October 31st and Christmas are the only time out of the year where I get to feel like a little girl again. Decorations went up the same time as Harvest including the skeleton wrapped in chains that's attached to the lamp post, the severed hand covered in blood that's firmly planted in the urn on the porch and of course the gigantic lighted plastic pumpkin sitting in the middle of our front lawn that glows brightly with the flick of a switch.

I'm not sure what's more fun? The days leading up to Halloween or Halloween itself? The entire month of October has made me giddy with excitement. One thing I love doing this time of year is scaring myself silly by watching horror movies that have invaded the airwaves during these last few weeks. We all have that one favorite horror movie that regardless of how many times we may have seen it and even though we know precisely what's going to happen next, it still can make the hair on the back of our neck stand up and make us want to scream out~loud.

Last week I saw 2 awesome horror movies:

From the creators of Saw and Paranormal Activity, "Insidious" is a story that centers on a couple whose son inexplicably enters a comatose state and becomes a vessel for ghosts in an astral dimension.

"Insidious" isn't filled with blood or gore but instead with scenes that will "scare the crap out of you." It's like being in a haunted house-- you feel your muscles get tense, you breath a little faster as your heart races not knowing what's lurking around the corner. I haven't been left this scared since watching "The Strangers." My only mistake was watching it at night. If you love horror movies you'll definitely enjoy this one.

I'm a fan of HBO's True Blood Anna Paquin but had no idea she made a film in 2007 called "Trick 'r Treat."

"Five interwoven stories that occur on the same block, on the same night. A couple finds what happens when they blow a jack o' lantern out before midnight, a high school principal has a secret life as a serial killer, a college virgin might have met the right guy for her, a group of mean teens play a prank that they take too far, and a hermit is visited by a special trick or treater."

I loved this film! I guarantee you will not be disappointed with this one. This DVD is now on my "Movies I Must Watch On Every Halloween" list.

Of course one can't write about Halloween without mentioning chocolates. The bite sized chocolates are the best. I recently came across this bag full of heaven.

We bought a few bags including one for the pantry. Ohhh baby! Do you have any idea how hard it is to find Baby Ruth here? Hmm, I wonder how many bite sized Baby Ruth I would have to eat in order for it to equal one whole chocolate bar? Unless I enter The Twilight Zone I won't be finding out anytime soon.

While I'm on the subject of Halloween treats, I'll never understood why some folks give out "healthy snacks" on Halloween: raisins, fruit related items and even frigging dental floss. Hmm, I wonder if these are people who think going to the dentist is considered a good time? Good grief, tell me what little child enjoys receiving that?! If any of you insist on handing out the above mentioned items then you are begging and most certainly deserve getting your windows egged and your house toilet papered. You've been warned.

As soon as the sun sets tonight the neighborhood will be flooded with children in costumes darting from one house to the next and I'll be on candy dispensing duty. I'm looking forward to see what the little ones will be wearing. According to my sister {as told by her students} the most popular costume this year is anything zombie related and for us that even includes a zombie hockey player after all we are a hockey nation.

One thing I find interesting is when we are young we love Halloween but then during our teen years {I wasn't one of them} Halloween suddenly isn't cool anymore but when we turn into adults that thrill of Halloween we felt when we were young returns back to us. With that being said it's not like we don't get teens who come around trick or treating because we do, I just wish they'd put more imagination into their costumes. They're dressed in regular clothes and when I question "what they're suppose to be?" I always get the same answer: "I've decided to be myself for Halloween." Gee, how long did it take you to come up with that brilliant idea?

Of course there are some folks in this world who believe Halloween is evil and demonic and therefore it should not be celebrated. I have 3 little words for you folks: Get A Life.

So my Lovely Ones, what are some of your favorite Halloween movies and candies?

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My Loyal and Dear Readers,

Happy Halloween. May your Day Be A Bewitching One. Boo!~x

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

Pre-Schoolers and Whiskey

2011-10-28T01:10:00.001-04:00

Cocaine Princess here.

I took this picture one morning.

Is it just me or don't these little kids look as if they belong to a baby prison chain gang rather than a pre-school?

I snapped this picture during Thanksgiving Weekend at the LCBO. Sister needed to pick up a couple of drinkies for our dinner. The guy you see in the snapshot was setting up a display for the store's "Whiskey Rocks" promotion which included sampling. He asked if I wanted a drink.

ME: No thank you.

WHISKEY PUSHER: You're right, it's only 10:30 in the morning.

A customer nearby:

CUSTOMER: It's 5pm somewhere in the world. Pour me one.

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My Lovelies, do accept my apologizes for the short post. Another busy week and time didn't permit me to post my usual smashing Friday entries which I all know you wait and crave for. Next week I've got a really good entry. Well I think so!

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

Whatever your plans are have a devilish weekend.~x

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

Doomsday 2011 & Marty McFly

2011-10-21T00:09:00.017-04:00

****SATURDAY OCT.22nd UPDATE: Harold Camping In Custody!!

"Representatives of Family Stations issued a public apology Friday evening to the families of eight college students after admitting that an embarrassed and disgruntled Harold Camping attacked them with his cane in Golden Gate Park. “What Mr. Camping found,” one officer on scene described, “was a group of over 20 college students face down on the lawn. He must have believed that his rapture had begun. When he realized that he’d happened upon an elaborate display of planking, he just went nuts. At this time, we are placing Mr. Camping on a 72-hour mental health hold. None of the students were seriously injured, and no one’s pressing any charges at this time.”

****FRIDAY EVENING UPDATE: The Rapture was predicted at 6pm. It's 6:30pm and I'm terribly confused. "Has the Rapture happened because if it has the afterlife looks a lot like my family room or.....have I been left behind?"****

*****UPDATED: It's after 1pm and so far it' quite calm. According to reports "The Rapture" will take place 6pm EST. Hmm, I may as well enjoy that slice of chocolate cake in the fridge. I've heard trying to find food in post-rapture era can be hard*****

Cocaine Princess here.

Have you heard? The world is coming to an end.....AGAIN.

According to that nut-job-- forgive me, that wasn't very nice after all I was told at a young age it's not nice to call someone names. Permit me to start over.

According to the "self proclaiming crackpot false prophet Harold Camping," the world is coming to an end today. I'm not sure of the exact time. If you recall he predicted The Rapture would take place on May 21st, 2011 at 6pm. Months leading up to the Rapture, Camping openly stated with his message of Rapture that Christians would no longer need their money. He asked for donations for the ministry, and help spreading the word of the impending Rapture. Many of Camping's 200 million believers sold their possessions and emptied their bank accounts to pay for billboard advertisements and travel on a cross~country tour to inform people about Judgement Day.

On the specific day of May 21st, 2011, I was at the mall shopping with sister and looking at patio furniture. Click here to read that fascinating post appropriately titled: "If Judgment Day is Tomorrow, There Goes My Long Weekend Plans!"
When 6pm arrived I didn't hear any trumpets blaring, the floor beneath me didn't open up nor did I see anyone ascending in an upward motion. In other words, Doomsday turned out to be a major dud. Many of his followers were devastated when the world didn't come to a crashing end. So what was Harold Camping's excuse?

The religious idiot disappeared for a couple of days, only to resurface on Family Radio Network to claim that May 21st had been a spiritual apocalypse. "For the next five months, except for the elect (the true believers), the whole world is under God’s final judgment. To accomplish this goal God withheld from the true believers the way in which two phrases were to be understood. Had He not done so, the world would never have been shaken in fear as it was.”

Oh well, there you go--> sounds like a perfectly rational excuse to me!

I'm not sure who I find more crazier? Harold Camping, the people who actually were disappointed the world did not come to an end or the people who emptied their life savings? To be honest I feel pretty sorry for those who were bilked out of their money.

Camping didn't return any of the money saying, "I don't have any responsibility. I can't be responsible [sic] for anybody's life. I'm only teaching the Bible."

Is it me or does anyone else find this to be one of the biggest religious scams in history?! 18 days after firmly stating there would be no refunds Camping suffered a stroke. Hey Harold, do you know the definition of KARMA?

This will be Camping's 3rd Doomsday prediction. The first being on September 1994, then May 21st and now today, October 21st. Hmm, could it be the old "Third time's the charm?" Nah!

This time I will be the devastated one if the world does come to an end for two big reasons:

1} I'm seeing my all time favorite group Duran Duran live next week in the city.

2} What will I do with the tons of Halloween candy I bought?

Let's just say I'm not cancelling my plans for Saturday. I'm more than certain the world is not coming to an end today. How do I know?

If it did, Marty Jennifer, and Doc would of never been able to travel to October 21st 2015!

I can't wait to hear what excuse the nut~job conjures up tomorrow, October 22nd aka "Make Fun Of Harold Camping Day."

So, all this end of the world talk has me thinking of the following quotes:

"Live every day like it's your last."

"Dream as if you'll live forever. Live as if you'll die today. ~James Dean"

Let's suppose today was your last day. What would you do?

If by chance anyone of my readers works in an insane asylum, please do the world a favor and lock up Harold Camping.

And if there is anybody out there who will be utterly disappointed when the world remains perfectly in~tact no worries, there's always December 21st, 2012 — when the Mayan calendar seems to indicate the world will end.......again.

By The Way: It's a little after midnight and so far all is calm and I'm still here on earth....If that should change during the course of the day I'll post an update.

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My loyal and dear readers, it's finally Rapture Friday!

Whatever your plans are have an amazing weekend and celebrate life.~x

XOXOXOXO,

Cocaine Princess

Truth or Dare

2011-10-14T00:00:00.012-04:00

Cocaine Princess here.

Why is it always so hard to get back on schedule after a long weekend, especially a weekend that was filled with food, food and more food?! This past weekend we celebrated Thanksgiving. Up in these parts Thanksgiving arrives a little earlier than my neighbors down south. It's always observed on the second Monday of October.

We don't remember or pay tribute to pilgrims. There are no football games, no big parades {although I do love watching The Macy’s Parade during the US Thanksgiving} nor is there the next day shopping frenzy known as Black Friday. Our version is pretty simple: we give thanks for a successful harvest, a custom that dates back to ancient European festivities that celebrated the bounty of the harvest and enough food to survive the winter.

Although we are commonly referred to up here as the Great White North, the weather during Harvest weekend turned out to be shocking and spectacular. People were wearing shorts and tees and not sweaters! It’s very rare I have anything pleasant to say to Mother Nature especially during the fall~winter months but the lady deserves a heavy round of applause for bringing us temperatures as high as +27C.

Over the holidays sister and I were invited to two different dinners. Monday was our turn to hold Thanksgiving Dinner. Over the course of three days never in my life have I ate so much. I now fully understand the phrase “food coma” and “I think my stomach’s about to burst!” We had a cozy group of close friends that came over, one of whom brought these absolutely awesome bottles of wine.

And did I mention the sinful desserts from Godiva? Yes my lovelies, not one but two boxes of Red Velvet Truffles and one box of Chocolate Éclair Truffles. Wine and truffles......the perfect pairing!

How cool are the bottles? The wine is from Legends Estates Winery located in Niagara~On-The~Lake. Legends President Paul Lizak wanted to make a wine bottle to catch the attention of newcomers and advocates alike and came up with the idea to create a tattoo wine label. He contacted local Niagara Falls tattoo artist Bob Paulin, whose artistic work has been featured on Live With Regis and Kelly. “Legends Estates President Paul Lizak describes inspiration for the product as “…always trying to create a unique wine package that offers something new.”

“In Wine There Is Truth; In Truth There Is Wine.”

Like wine in the glass, Truth is fluid, forever changing, and open to interpretation, nothing exists in reality except for Truth. We've stayed true to the essence of each grape used to craft this white blend. Discover Truth revealed in the fresh fruit flavors with spice. Well~balanced to be easily enjoyed, this is one Truth you'll want to share.

"Truth is sheathed in a bright green bottle sleeve and bears the image of an angel. Like wine in the glass, the basis of Truth is found in its fluidity, forever changing and always open to interpretation."

Tasting Note: Pale straw; floral, watermelon and citrus aromas; dry, light body; soft fruit flavors.

Flavor: Experience fresh and fruity flavors mingled with hints of soft spice.

“Live to Dare~Dare To Live”

Deep down, we all possess the desire to Dare- to be bold, brave and adventurous. Indulge your darker side and Dare to drink this red wine blend ripe with notes of red berries and hints of spice. Enjoy this Dare on its own, or make it a Double Dare for two....

"The lightness of Truth is accentuated by the bold flavors of Dare. This Dare is about indulging your darker side, as the devil across the front label suggests. The deep red package perfectly projects the characteristics of this red hot blend, which are rich with red berry flavors and layers of spice."

Tasting Note: Ruby red color; raspberry, strawberry, cranberry, and cedar aromas with a touch of spice; dry, medium bodied; fruit replays on the palate with soft tannins to finish.

Flavor: This medium-bodied red is ripe with notes of red berries and spice.

Like the spooky and cool wine goblets? I think they fit in quite well.

Even though there has been pain and heartache, I’ve been very fortunate and I'm thankful for being blessed with such an amazing life, {knock wood!!} but it would mean nothing without having good health and being surrounded by my loved ones-- something I am truly grateful for and appreciate every single day because without them my life would be empty.

I also am thankful I had a shoot one week earlier rather than one week later otherwise Thanksgiving Weekend aka 3 Day Food Fest would have meant me eating a salad and washing it down with a can of Slim~Fast.

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My loyal and dear readers it’s finally Friday.

Whatever your plans are have a phenomenal weekend. ~x

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

Part 7: “Sex Is Natural, Sex Is Fun, Sex Is....”

2011-10-07T00:37:00.000-04:00

Cocaine Princess here.

To Review:

Question: Is playing footsies considered flirting or just good old fashioned fun?

While pondering this serious question it happened again. Seriously I was beginning to get a little ticked off! I was wearing open~toed stiletto sandals and I was concerned the polish on my pedicure tootsies were getting scuffed and......

this time the individual wasn't shy in letting me know who they were.

Hang on to your seats Lovelies as you’re about To Find Out WHO it was!! You know, if this was a weekly television series at this exact moment a commercial would be inserted.

“Sex Is Natural, Sex Is Fun, Sex Is Best....”

AKA Part 7: I Giggled......Perhaps I Shouldn't Have?

It was sister. She called my name several times in a row but I didn’t hear it. I guess she thought by kicking me and I’m going to use that word instead of playing footsies since it was neither husband or the wife, that would get my attention. I was off in my own little world and didn’t hear my name being called at all since I was a tad pre~occupied reading Valentina’s never-ending messages. I decided to turn my phone back on and had it on vibrate on account of a horrible scenario that kept playing over and over in my head: Shortly after arriving I texted Valentina the name of the bistro. I was almost certain if I didn’t turn my phone back on our waiter would approach me to say, “Excuse me miss, but there is an urgent long distance phone call for you.”I know that may sound a little crazy and extreme but remember this is Valentina I’m talking about. Valentina if you’re reading this-- you know I love you girl. Besitos! I’m not going to lie, my curiosity was peaked as a part of me wanted to know exactly what type of questions the new girlfriend of his name who shall not be mentioned was asking about and why? I texted a query to Valentina but my finger was hoovering over the send button. As curious as I was a part of me felt it was best to “leave it alone.” I decided to come back to earth and rejoin the others at the table. The wife had asked me a direct question, “if I was enjoying my summer?” From what I was told the question was asked by her three times in a row, and for this reason alone sister felt that I deserved a kick? I was sitting directly across from her. Good grief! She easily could have just tapped my hand or even grabbed it. I smiled while nodding my head and replied, “Yes.” The wife had a look on her face as if I was in the middle of telling her an amazing story and had abruptly stopped for no reason. I turned to her husband who more or less had the same look on his face. Sheesh, was my answer of “YES” not sufficient enough? Pfft! Apparently not! I explained although the summer months are usually a slow time for me I was passing my time quite nicely and looking forward to the fall~winter season, for work that is. Finally a look a satisfaction came across their faces. At that point I hadn't checked on my pedicure yet and in case the polish had been nicked, I sent a telepathic warning to sister “there would be hell to pay.”

Question: Are you disappointed it was neither the husband or the wife? I ask because of some of the comments I received especially where many of you thought it was the wife inviting me to a Ménage à trois. The thought of this extra curricular activity may get some of your blood pumping in more ways than one but my thoughts on the matter? I do believe George Michael said it best: “Sex is natural, Sex is fun, Sex is best when it's....one on one.” To be honest they didn’t really look the type. Then again I’m not sure what qualifies as a type of look that would indicate a couple is into, well you know. I mean it’s not like they go around holding up a sign, right?

I’m going to have to end this post here and yes I know I haven’t gotten to the Giggles part yet. I also understand a few of you may think I’m dragging this post out. I’m sorry you feel that way but if time permitted me to post 2~3 entries a week I would and therefore this amazing series would have ended several weeks ago. I do however appreciate each of you stopping by and reading my entries.

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It’s our Long Weekend up here. Harvest Time aka Thanksgiving. A day where we give thanks to the farmers for all that they do. If there are any readers from The Great White North: “Happy Thanksgiving.” If not: “Happy Thanksgiving To Me.”

My loyal and dear readers it’s finally Friday.

Whatever your plans are have a beautiful weekend.~x

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

Part 6: I Giggled......Perhaps I Shouldn't Have?

2011-09-30T04:30:00.003-04:00

Cocaine Princess here.

I was up late one night, no thanks to Mr. Sandman and while scrolling through my awesome blog entries I realized I hadn’t posted Part 6: I Giggled......Perhaps I Shouldn't Have? What can I say other than oopsie. I realize part 6 should have been posted weeks ago but I’ve been a little busy. Fashion Never Sleeps! To review, I left my lovelies hanging with this edge of a seat cliff~hanger:

I texted her {Valentina} back. My phone was lying in my lap. I was texting with one hand and eating with my other. Yes it’s true, the Princess can multi~task.

RE: “Are u done yet? & What r they like?”

--No, still eating & sister's friends are ok.

Just as I was about to hit Send I stopped. Why you ask? Well my lovelies, I felt someone playing footsies with me under the table.

Part 6: Flirting or Being Playful?

I looked up to see who it was. All three-- sister, the wife and the husband were staring at me. Okay, I think it’s safe to say I could scratch sister off the list so that just left the couple who each had a wide eyed look and a smile on their face. Oh boy! I let out a nervous chuckle as I tried to determine which out of the two it was. Was it the wife? If so I wasn’t too sure how I would break the news to her I wasn’t interested.

“I’m flattered but I don’t swing that way,” had a nice let down ring to it.

If it was the husband:

To quote Austin Powers “Oh behave!”

Hmm, perhaps I was making something out of nothing. Whoever it was could it be they were just being playful?

Question: Is playing footsies considered flirting or just good old fashioned fun?

While pondering this serious question it happened again. Seriously I was beginning to get a little ticked off! I was wearing open~toed stiletto sandals and I was concerned the polish on my pedicure tootsies were getting scuffed and......

this time the individual wasn't shy in letting me know who they were.

To Be Continued.

My lovelies, I'm going to have to stop here. I'm beyond exhausted from lack of sleep yet I'm too tired to fall asleep. Does that make sense? I'm blogging this entry on my laptop and for all I know I could be dreaming that I posted this or maybe I am awake. Who knows?

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My loyal and dear readers it's finally Friday.

Whatever your plans are have a fabulous 1st weekend of October. ~x

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

Autumn & The Muppets

2011-09-23T01:34:00.005-04:00

Cocaine Princess here.

Have you ever had one of those weeks where you’ve been so busy you don’t know whether you’re coming or going and then there’s all the stuff in-between? That exactly describes how this week has been for me. Fittings, shoots, trunk shows, parties– hey, those parties are all work related. These past few days it feels like I’ve overdosed on fashion. Anyways, I apologize for not posting my usual spectacular Friday entry.

My lovelies, Welcome to the First Day Of Fall. The season that includes the scent of apples and cinnamon, walking over crackly leaves on the sidewalk, mornings that have a slight crispness to them and of course one of my favorite days "Halloween." Autumn also marks the beginning of Fall Foliage Tours. In a short while tour buses filled with city folks aka Leaf Peepers will be making their rounds and marveling at the sight of the bright and colorful leaves. Currently the leaves are in transition mode turning from green to yellow.

Due to an incident last year I’m not sure our neighborhood will be included in part of the tour. A group of teens thought it would be amusing to give the folks on one of the tour buses that drove through the area a view of the full moon in broad daylight-- five to be precise. And no, I’m not referring to astronomy either.

What’s your favorite thing about fall?

So I bet you're asking yourself at this point how The Muppets fit into this post, right? Read on my lovelies:

Today marks the 75th Anniversary of Jim Henson. RIP Mr. Henson. Thanks for the laughs.

“Who said that every wish would be heard and answered when wished on an evening star? Somebody thought of it and someone believed it, and look what its done so far..."-Kermit, The Rainbow Connection”
― Jim Henson

I’m a big fan of Swedish writer Stieg Larsson- the brilliant author behind The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo. Say hello to The Muppets: "The Pig With The Froggy Tattoo."

Man, how I love those crazy Muppets!

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My loyal and dear readers it's finally Friday.

Whatever your plans are have a sweet and amazing first full weekend of Fall.~x

XOXOXOXO,

Cocaine Princess

4 Years Ago Today....

2011-09-20T01:24:00.000-04:00

Cocaine Princess here.

Break out the bubbly and release the balloons because it's time to celebrate. Yes my lovelies, it's the most wonderful time of the year. No, not that time of the year when that jolly fellow in the red suit tries to shimmy his way down the chimney. It's that other wonderful time of the year: "MY BLOG'S ANNIVERSARY"

Excuse me while I pause to sing this song and do my happy dance. Feel free to join in.

"Happy Anniversary To Me,
Happy Anniversary To Me,
Happy Anniversary Colombian Princess,
Happy Anniversary To Me"

Today my little blog turns 4 years old, Wow! Where does the time fly? I posted my premier entry on September 20th 2007 at 12:17am.

Most of my blogging {like this entry} is done in the late hours because as most of you are aware by now I have a bitter relationship with Mr. Sandman– and that’s okay. I do my best writing at night, my mind seems much clearer and free from most distractions.

With the exception of my best friend Valentina, when I started posting I wasn’t sure if anyone would be interested in reading what I had to write but that’s not why I started blogging. I blog because of my love for writing. I love the freedom of being able to express my thoughts in written form and some-days that includes just posting a song. I do however have days when I simply am unable to express my thoughts. No matter how hard I try my thoughts will remain stuck in my head and when I try releasing them into words, instead of the words flowing they will be jumping all over the place. We all have those days, right? You know when you’re just so full of emotion everything comes out all wrong.

I can’t say I have a favorite post seeing how each one is near and dear to me but I do know there hasn't been anything that I've written that I regret since every word I have written has come directly from my Latin heart, and although it may seem I share quite a bit there are things I prefer keeping to myself.

During the course of 4 years I have formed a group of awesome readers whose blogs I quite enjoy reading. I also have my share of haters. If you don’t like my blog that’s okay, we’re all entitled to our opinions but what I don’t understand is the need to leave unpleasant comments. Seriously, why are you reading my entries if you hate my blog so much? While I’m on the subject of comments-- to the individual who sends me daily drug rehab facility information through my blogger comment form– as much as I appreciate your concern, please realize I don’t have any type of drug problem. I think it’s fair to say you really haven’t read through my posts. Perhaps you think I do on account of the name, “Cocaine Princess.” Allow me to explain-- I originally wanted to title this blog “Colombian Princess” but my best friend convinced me to use Cocaine Princess. She said and I quote, “its sounds cuter.” I disagreed with her but I thought I’d give it a try.

My loyal and dear readers, I sincerely thank each and everyone of you for taking time out of your day to drop by to read my blog and I appreciate the comments. And the ones who leave comments/questions that have absolutely nothing to do with my posts-- spammers, chain letter senders-- you know who you are-- you don't get any of my love. Peace Out.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

Can Politicians Read?

2011-09-16T00:18:00.007-04:00

Cocaine Princess here.

Posted beside our doorbell is a sign that reads: "No Soliciting {Including Political and Religious}" so you think that would stop canvassers from ringing our doorbell, right? Sadly the answer is no. When the bell rings I check the security monitor first. Usually it's a pesky salesperson or someone who's spreading news from the Good Book. Depending on my mood I'll either do one of two things: 1} Ignore the doorbell or 2} I'll speak directly though the intercom to flat out say, "Thank you but I'm not interested. Have a nice day." I find option #2 quite amusing because the person on the other~side of the door will always look up to the sky as if the voice of God is talking to them. It's really quite funny. I will however make an exception for the little ones who are selling cookies or chocolates for fundraising purposes.

Monday, I was on my way out to run a couple of errands. When I exited the house through the front door to my surprise standing on the porch was a young guy who by the looks of it was just about to ring the doorbell. He wore a golf style shirt with khakis. In one hand he held a clipboard and in his other he was holding several pamphlets.

GUY: Hi, my name is ___________ and I'm canvassing on behalf of political candidate ___________. How are you this afternoon?

It's currently election season here or as I like to call it "When Politicians Knock On Doors Season." If only I had left 10 minutes earlier I could have avoided all this. As the old saying goes, 'timing is everything.'

ME: I'm fine and kind of in a rush. I have somewhere to be.

I wasn't really in a rush that day but I thought by saying it he would get the hint I was pressed for time. Guess what--- guy with clipboard didn't get the hint.

GUY: Others like myself are pounding the pavement to get the word out and remind people to vote next month. How did you vote in the last election?

The politician he was canvassing for is someone I don't support. Had I told him I was affiliated with another party I knew he would try in his own sneaky way to convince me to come on over to the other side and so to avoid all that I figured if I told him I supported the politician he was working for he would hand me a pamphlet and be on his merry way to bother the other residents on the street. But what happened instead? Stupid me said another candidate's name! It was obvious the connection from my brain to my mouth wasn't functioning properly that day. I immediately realized my mistake and even muttered under my breath, why did I say that? Whether he heard those 5 words I'm not sure but he continued.

GUY: Recent poll results indicate his {the politician I support} popularity is sliding. What are your thoughts?

I'm not going to lie-- my response was a shoulder shrug followed by one little word.

ME: Hmm.

He turned his clipboard towards me and typed in Times Roman Font was a list of items.

GUY: Which do you believe is the most important priority for the government--1 being Most Important and 4 Being Least--- tax and regulatory burden that discourages job creation, affordable education, harnessing safe, affordable energy to power our communities or a strong economy?

Sheesh, talk about a boring question. Now if he had asked me something more interesting like: "Who do you think will be John Galliano's successor now that the House of Dior has sacked him?" or "What do you think about the current fashion trends this season?" I would have been more than happy to strike up a pleasant conversation with him. Hey, I may have even invited him inside and instructed housekeeper to prepare a nice spread of food. I'm in photo~shoot mode so I would have opted for a can of Slim~Fast. Anyways, here's what my response was:

ME: I think they're equally all important. Don't you?

Ha! I thought I'd turn the tables on him by answering his question with a question. Personally I dislike it when someone does that to me {answer my question with a question} but politics was the last thing on my mind so I was hoping by deploying this tactic clipboard guy would simply agree with me and then say "thank you for your time" and be gone! Instead what did he do? Read on.

GUY: I have with me ________.

Yes my lovelies, guy with clipboard didn't just have pamphlets with him but he also had the man he was promoting......live in person!

On cue the politician appeared from around the corner. He strutted his way up the walkway and onto my porch. I couldn't help but wonder what he was doing all the while? Combing his hair? Rehearsing his speech? Freshening up his breath? He extended his hand forward and introduced himself:

POLITICIAN: Good afternoon. My name is __________. Let me tell you what I plan on doing in these parts and what my party would do if they are elected........

Oh dear God, where's a tranquilizer gun when you need one? Come on let's face it, Canadian politics {with the exception of the Québec separatist movement} is about as exciting as watching paint dry. I ask my readers who live across the border a question: When was the last time any political news from up here dominated the front page of your newspaper or when was the last time your favorite prime~time show was interrupted on account of a "Special Report" from the Great White North?

As a general rule and not to mention polite manners when speaking/listening to someone it's said one should look into the persons' eyes, listen carefully to what they're saying and smile at the appropriate place. That's exactly what I did but every couple of seconds I broke eye contact to shift my eyes into the direction of the No Soliciting sign. When that didn't work I decided to purposely lean against the door with my hand pressed up beside the sign. I noticed several times him looking at the sign but the chatty politician continued to babble on and on, which now brings me to the title of this post:

Can Politicians Read?

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

Whatever your plans are have a sensational weekend. ~x

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

It's After 1:30am.....

2011-09-15T01:41:00.003-04:00

Cocaine Princess here.

It's after 1:30am and I'm having trouble sleeping tonight. Yes, yes I know, what else is new, right? I've got the yawns, my eyes are watery yet I'm so tired I can't drift off to slumber~land. Instead of channel surfing I decided to do some youtube.com surfing.

I'm totally loving Adam Levine's duet with hip hop group Gym Class Heroes:

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

"You've All Heard Of A Pub Crawl, Right?"

2011-09-09T03:45:00.011-04:00

Cocaine Princess here.

Last night a monumental event took place, "Fashions Night Out." What is Fashions Night Out, you ask? You've all heard of a pub crawl, right? Well, Fashions Night Out is a shopping crawl!

Brief History: "Fashion's Night Out started in 2009 in New York as a celebrity-studded way to lure shoppers into stores during the recession, but it's turned into a global shopping party. Retailers around the world — from upscale boutiques to suburban malls to online retailers — are embracing the event, which coincides with the start of the fall fashion season. The genius behind this worldwide shopping event is Vogue editor-in-chief Anna Wintour. "

Yesterday could not come soon enough for me. I honestly felt like a little girl waiting for Christmas. You know that "excitement is building feeling" and you're holding your breath in anticipation.... Two weeks ago my friends and I planned ahead what malls and stores we would be shopping in. Unfortunately not every retailer was participating in the event but thankfully most of our favorite stores were. After getting myself all dolled up-- as one needs to be for these events-- we left to take part in what can be best described as a fashionistas' dream come true. Or to quote my sister, "A shopaholics dream come true." The hours of shopping were from 6pm~11pm. Many of the stores provided complimentary champagne and truffles. Nothing like getting customers tipsy, right? I didn't have a drinkie but I did help myself to one of the delicious truffles as my sweet tooth insisted that I do.

I didn't return home til after midnight nor did I come home empty handed. All the boutiques and stores had their latest fall looks. I bought several pieces of knit skirts and ponchos for those up~coming chilly days but my favorite piece:

I bow down to the Fashion Gods because this seasons most popular look {straight from the runways in Paris} is body hugging clothing and animal prints-- leopard in particular.

Say hello to my newest addition: Hervé Léger for Max Azria.

A black mini dress with a leopard print sweetheart neck.

Nobody does body hugging dresses better than Hervé Léger after all he did create the bandage look. Can't wait to wear it!

One of the major rules for Fashions Night Out is to wear comfortable shoes and so I wore the most comfortable shoes I own......my stilettos!

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My loyal and dear readers, it's finally Friday. Put on your dancing shoes and do your happy dance.

Whatever your plans are have a superb weekend. ~x

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

"Ann & Nancy, Why?"

2011-09-06T17:32:00.018-04:00

Cocaine Princess here.

Earlier today I saw a commercial.

Product: Swiffer 360 Dusters

Description: A man stuck inside a computer keyboard and a Swiffer duster is used to remove him as the song "What About Love" by Heart plays.

I love so many songs from the 80s including this one. I had an 80s music loving mama. What an absolutely brilliant song, the lyrics are deep and so full of emotion. To hear this classic ballad being used in a commercial for a cleaning product all I have to say is, "Ann and Nancy, why?"

There are 2 other Swiffer commercials I came across on youtube.com featuring the same ballad. You can view those by clicking here and here.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

"It's What Younger Siblings Do"

2011-09-02T00:00:00.005-04:00

Cocaine Princess here.

Sorry for the short post-- been a busy week!

Can you believe the last long weekend of summer is here?

Although the grass and leaves are still green and the weather is still hot, during these past 2 weeks I’ve been noticing the subtle, little changes indicating Fall is around the corner: not hearing the birdies chirp in the early morning, the position of the sun and the way it shines is a little different and not to mention the sun has been setting a little earlier. I really am not looking forward to Fall because it brings us only that much closer to wintertime. However I am excited about the up coming Fall/Winter fashion season. It’s one of the busiest times for me.

During the entire months of July and August Mother Nature spoiled us with record~breaking temperatures. It’s been one very hot and dry summer. Weather~guy has called for humid temperatures this weekend and here’s hoping the scorching weather remains all September long.

September also signifies Back To School so sister will be returning once again into the classroom to teach and nurture a brand new crop of little ones.

All week long I’ve been annoying her by acting like a human calendar by reminding her exactly how many days are left until she goes back to work. She requested that I stop and when I flat out refused sister questioned why I kept bugging her? My reply:

ME: It’s what younger siblings do!

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Monday is Labor Day and part of my long weekend plans include going to the movies. I’ll be finally getting around to see “Fright Night.” Has anyone seen it? I watched the original a couple of years ago so it’ll be interesting to see how the remake compares. Also opening this weekend, “Shark Night 3D.” Both movies seem good enough to sink my teeth into. So my lovelies, what are some of your Long Weekend Plans?

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My loyal and dear readers, it’s finally FRIDAY-- aka HAPPY DANCE TIME!!

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

XOXOXOXO,

Cocaine Princess

Part 5: I Giggled......Perhaps I Shouldn't Have?

2011-08-26T00:03:00.007-04:00

Cocaine Princess here.

To review:

The ice cubes that were neatly stacked in my Coke were beginning to look like toothpicks by the time sister’s friends arrived at the restaurant. We never did find out what the "unforeseen emergency" was. “A” asked if everything was okay and according to their reply it was. Before husband and wife even sat down they picked up the menu and began to scan over the items. Hmm, whatever the "unforeseen emergency" was certainly gave them quite an appetite!

I couldn’t help but think of one cheeky scenario of what it could have been.

To Be Continued.

Part 5:

Everything on the menu looked savory however I decided to skip the Chef’s Special: Rack of Lamb with Madeira Wine Reduction Sauce. The way our waiter raved on and on about it one might have come to the conclusion he slayed the lamb by hand and stomped on the grapes himself! Random Thought: I can’t help but wonder why some waiters insist patrons order the chef’s special? Is it because they receive a type of bonus? Or do all the waiters in the restaurant secretly hold a contest amongst themselves- whichever waiter gets the most chef's special orders sold wins a prize? If either one was the case I thought to myself, “Too baaad Mr. Waiter, the Princess doesn’t eat sheep. {To baaad– get it? I think it’s funny!} I ordered the house salad and for the main course: penne alla vodka in the most delish tomato creme sauce I’ve had in a long time.

It didn’t take very long for the trip down memory lane to commence. My contribution during any part of the conversation was kept to a minimum because the topics were of no interest to me: reminiscing about their days in university, professors, parties, pulling all nighters and old boyfriends-- which I’m quite sure the husband of sister's friend must have enjoyed hearing about.

For appearances sake I put on one of those silly, happy looks on my face to make like I was paying attention to what they were talking about. At one point I found the conversation to be so boring that I had trouble staying awake and I couldn’t decide whether to jab myself in my thigh with the fork or knife in order to keep my eyes open. Believe me, I came close a couple of times but didn’t want to ruin my outfit with little, pointy holes. I was wearing silk and my outfit would have been totally ruined. Against my better judgement I turned my phone back on. Call it an act of desperation. Before turning it on I guessed whether or not there would be a text message from Valentina. Definitely yes! The number of messages? Hmm, more than 5. I was correct in guessing there would be a message from her but was incorrect in how many. Only 2.

“Are u done yet?”

“What r they like?”

I texted her back. My phone was lying in my lap. I was texting with one hand and eating with my other. Yes it’s true, the Princess can muli-task.

RE: “Are u done yet? & What r they like?”
--No, still eating & sister's friends are ok.

Just as I was about to hit Send I stopped. Why you ask? Well my lovelies, I felt someone playing footsies with me under the table.

To Be Continued....

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Yesterday not only marked Day#14 but it also was the last day of Perseids Watching. 14 faithful days of waiting and I didn't see one shooting star. I didn’t expect to see any Wednesday night on account of the extreme tornado warning our region was under. With all the frantic news coverage it was almost as if the world was coming to an end. Thankfully the tornado didn’t make touchdown although Mother Nature put on quite an exciting lightning show. According to environment reports 1,000 lightning strikes hit every 2 minutes.

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

Whatever your plans are have a first class weekend.~x

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

Monday to Thursday

2011-08-19T00:00:00.010-04:00

Cocaine Princess here.

It's been one of those busy weeks for me so for my Friday posting I leave you with a rundown of some of the exciting things that happened to me Monday to Thursday. Enjoy.

Monday: The Chocolate Milk Crisis:

Those of you who know me are well aware of the fact I favor chocolate milk over regular milk especially when it comes to eating cereal. Monday morning I filled up a bowl with Corn Pops and retrieved the plastic pitcher from the fridge which seemed a little light. When I tipped it over the bowl the amount of moo~juice that came pouring out was barely enough to cover one Pop! I looked at the shelf where the milk bags are always kept and to my horror I saw only bags containing regular milk. What the heck happened? Did housekeeper forget to buy the Princess her chocolate milk?! If so, housekeeper who was upstairs dusting would have to put away the Swiffer and head on over to the grocers at lightning speed. I looked at the bowl-- the Corn Pops looked so naked and lifeless. How could there not be any chocolate milk?! What would have been worse if I had been out of Diet Dr. Pepper bottles too! I put the pitcher on the counter, shut the fridge door and with the bowl of cereal still in my hand I walked over to the kitchen table where sister was enjoying her breakie. In a panic stricken voice I exclaimed:

ME: We’re out of chocolate milk!!

Sister put down her fork and knife. I won’t go into detail what she was eating but all I can say is her meal should have come with a note that read: "Warning: May Cause Coronary Attack." Leaning back in her chair and while doing the whole Macaulay Culkin hands on the cheeks thing she exclaimed back:

A: Oh my God we’re out of chocolate milk! That’s terrible! Tell me what should I do-- alert the media or call 911?!

I made a mental note of asking her at a later date if she ever tires of teasing me.

A: Just calm down and look on the third shelf and tell me what you see.

I headed back towards the fridge, re~opened the door, bent down and when I did what did my peepers see? A bag of chocolate milk. Hmm, I guess housekeeper must have put the milk on another shelf. I pulled out a bag and placed it into the pitcher and after snipping off the bag's corner with scissors I filled the remainder of the bowl. Ahh, what a delicious sight watching all the puffy, round yellow corn balls float around in a sea of chocolate milk.

Tuesday: The Appointment

I had a doctor's appointment. Please no worries, it was just one of those routine check ups and I'm happy to report all is more than well. Knock wood. While I sat in the examination room I took this picture that was taped on the cabinet door.

P.S. The picture was taken with my cell phone.

Wednesday: The Black~Out

We’ve been having record heat setting temperatures so it was bound to happen: Wednesday evening our region experienced a power outage from the hours of 7pm until 2am. Lucky for us we didn’t have to stumble around in the dark looking for a flashlight. Our sockets are equipped with emergency reactor lights that automatically turn on when a power failure occurs. The path leading from the foyer to the family room was lighted in such a way that it resembled an airport runway landing. There’s nothing worse than having a black out during a hot summer night....although it does make a good excuse to eat ice cream which I allowed myself to have. The last time our area experienced a black out was two years ago and 9 months later a record number of babies were born. Hmm, I guess that’s one fun way to kill some time until the power comes back on, right?

Thursday: Princess On A Perseid Mission

My lovelies, have you heard about the Perseids? If the answer is yes, awesome! If not, you’re about to get a mini astronomy lesson: "Every year in August, the Earth passes through rock and dust fragments are left behind by the comet Swift~Tuttle. As these small particles collide with the Earth’s atmosphere, they burn-up, often creating a startling streak of light across the sky, aka shooting stars. The term “Perseid” refers to the star constellation of Perseus. The best time to view them is around the peak date, August 12th-August 24th where 50 or more meteors per hour can been seen."

I've been on “Perseid Watch” since last Friday but there was a problem because of the full moon. Although the moon looked so lovely and luminous a full moon and meteor observing are not best friends and made observing difficult. I didn’t have much luck the next night either because the atmospheric conditions were not in my favor, heavy cloud coverage. Thank you Mother Nature.

Monday:
When darkness descended Monday I went out on the patio and observed how absolutely clear the sky happened to be. I was positive beyond a shadow of a doubt that this evening would be the night. I was anticipating to see a shower of bright and beautiful falling constellations, therefore I had all my wishes lined up and ready to go one right after the next. So, I bet you’re wondering how the mission went, right? Two words: Mission Failed!! There were a couple of times I thought I came close but to my disappointment it turned out to be nothing more than airplanes.

Thursday:
Yesterday marked Day #7 of me being on Perseids Watch. For 7 damn straight days in a row I haven't seen one shiny object shoot across the sky. Last night as I lay stretched out comfortably on the lounge chair and while staring up at the brilliant galaxy I came to the conclusion that I’d probably have a better chance of having some type of Close Encounter Of The Third Kind than seeing or catching a falling star. Dear Universe, all I'm asking is to see just a glimpse of one. I don't think that's asking for too much. Oh well, I have 5 days left and I'm keeping my fingers crossed....

During this past week I’ve had but one song stuck on replay in my head. The song is featured in one of my favorite movies. A song that always brings a smile to my heart each time I hear it-- those are truly the songs {and movies} I enjoy the most and it ties in perfectly with this post.

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

Whatever your plans are have a terrific weekend.~x

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess

The King & The Queen

2011-08-16T00:00:00.000-04:00

Cocaine Princess here.

Today August 16th marks the 34th anniversary of the passing of Elvis Presley. Even though he was way before my time I still enjoy watching his films and listening to his music. One of my favorite songs by Elvis is “Can’t Help Falling In Love,” from the 1961 film Blue Hawaii. It's such a beautiful and meaningful song with lyrics that speak volumes. The song has been re~recorded many times by a multitude of singers but no one does it better than the King himself.

"Rhythm is something you either have or don't have, but when you have it, you have it all over." ~Elvis Presley

As we celebrate the anniversary of one icon we celebrate the birthday of another, Madonna. The Material Girl turns 53 years old. I remember the very first time I saw her in concert. The opening act were The Beastie Boys......Ahh memories. One of my favorite live performances by Madonna was performed during her last world tour in 2008. On stage with her is Gogol Bordello and the Romani-Gypsy Arkady Gips. Madonna mashed her song "La Isla Bonita" with their version of “Lela Pala Tute.”

"A lot of people are afraid to say what they want. That's why they don't get what they want." ~Madonna

Long Live The King & Queen.

XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess