"The Criticals"

     On the sitcom “My Wife and Kids”, an American sitcom of an African-American family growing up in Hartford, CT, the family of five takes a vacation to Hawaii to celebrate the honeymoon of Michael and Jay Kyle. Michael, who does not believe in heavy packing, refused to bring anything but “the criticals”, a small bag of items that would get him through the vacation. Which got me to thinking about what my criticals are.

Almost everyday, like clockwork, I have to run back into the house because I forgot something critical but I have gotten myself into the habit of just leaving them in my “Colombia Bag”, which is a satchel that one of my professors picked up for me in Colombia.

It’s pretty fly and tends to go with almost every outfit. (Thanks Dr. G and Baby G) It has all of the necessities in it so I can just grab it and go regardless of outfit or location of event. If it’s the event is too dressy, I can just leave it in the car and still be prepared for anything.

These are The Ten-ish Criticals in my life. 
1. Denim Jacket– If I’m not wearing it, it’s in the car. Most definitely a critical!
2. Mytouch 3G– Complete with Black Coach Case, To-Go Bible and Sudoku
3. Gold Studs– Even if I’m not wearing them they are in the bag.
4. Rayban ClubMasters- CRITICAL!
5. The Cup– Which never has coffee in it. Always some kind of fruit drink and it seems to be bottomless.
6. Audrey Hepburn Planner and Dreamsicle Notebook– If I don’t write it down, it doesn’t happen.
7. Red Pen, Mechanical Pencil, Black Ink Pen with Post it Flags– DUH plus post its
8. Blistex Chapensticken
9. Vera Bradley Sittin in a Tree Wristlet– Contains ID, Debit, Change, Coupons (Always a necessity)
 10. The Grand Poobah of Emergency Bags– IPod, Camera, Bobby Pins, Safety Pins, Feminine Products, Nail Polish, Bandages, Ibuprofen, Smelling Salts (Dont Ask), Gauze (Don’t Ask), Permanent Marker, Hand santitizer, Shout Wipes, Tissues, SD Card, Back up Blistex and Gold Earrings, Mini Scissors and Usually a Sewing Kit and Granola Bar. Everyone should own one of these in-case-I-get-stuck-on-an-island bags. =]

"Today’s gonna be a scorcher!"

“Ladies and Gentlemen, today’s gonna be a scorcher so bring your parasols out”- Generic meteorologists for the eastern seaboard.

So I adore living in North Carolina so much so that I said to heck with the city of brotherly love and made this my unofficial home. I love it that much here. As such I try to accept it for it’s low points (lack of civilization) as well as its high points (cheaper cost of living).

And more recently, the high points of the weather! The temperature tomorrow is suppose to be a high of 100 degrees Fahrenheit around four pm. Four in the evening and it’s going to be 100?! God stopped paying attention to the thermostat and as such it’s going to be devil’s-drawers hot out.

To combat said heat, I am trying to convince the fiance/grouch muffin, that we need to go back to our roots, also known as, the outdoor pool at Keith Hills Country Club. (If you know us personally, you know we met there third day of freshman year in undergrad).

The thing is, I don’t have a suit! So in my haste to make my way to the pool, I needed to look for a tastefully crafted and “inexpensive” alternative to the raunchy, brightly colored string bikinis of the Pacsun wearing seventeen year olds who frequent these locations. I tend to lean towards one pieces as well as halters. They flatter my curvy figure.


aaaaaaand last but most certainly not least. My dream swim suit! May have to “invest”.