I miss you guys!

I just got back from a 6 day stay in Atlanta, Georgia. I went for the Christening of my newest little cousin, Nicholas (BTW, he is the cutest baby ever!). The Christening turned into a mini family reunion as I stayed with cousins that I haven’t seen in over seven years! Most of my cousins live in Trinidad, with the exception of two cousins that now reside in ATL, and I haven’t seen them since my last visit to Trinidad in 2000. I didn’t realize that so much time went by. The last time that I saw them they were little kids. Now they are full grown men who are strangely very mature. It felt good talking to them face to face instead of typing out words and smiley faces on Messenger and hotmail.

We filled each other in on what’s going in our lives, we reminisced about my last trip to Trinidad and we spoke about our plans for the future. I loved every minute catching up with my cousins. We didn’t spend that much time doing touristy things, but I got a little taste of what life is like in Atlanta. I’m soo going back.

When my six days were up, I had to say goodbye to my crazy cousins (I think I laughed for 6 days straight—my family is hilarious!). I didn’t breakdown like I usually do. Yes, I really hate saying goodbye. I did choke up a bit when we reached the airport and I had to leave. I guess not having family in Toronto finally got to me and it was hard to leave the warmth I felt from my family. As I stepped into the airport, I promised them that I will visit them on a regular basis.

Things that make me smile when I think about the trip:

1. Watching Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle with Devon, and subsequently eating White Castle burgers at 1AM 2 days later
2. Taking a picture with those crazy southern boyz in the food court
3. Watching my aunt completely spoil her first grandson
4. Getting lost in ATL and driving all over the city
5. Being around my cousins (I’ll be looking for you in December, Dominic!)

Until my next entry,

peace & love

michelle

What Not To Wear….

I practically had to drag myself out of my house to go shopping a couple of days ago. Yes, I am that sole female that actually hates to go shopping. I have more fun shopping at Staples than I do any mall!

However, I really needed to go shopping because my lack of summer clothes was finally getting to me. Also, I look pretty weird wearing a cardigan and dress pants in 35C temperature. I thought that instead of complaining about the fact that I have no clothes, I should at least go shopping.

The one thing that I really wanted to buy was a nice pair of jeans. The kind that I could wear with platforms or funky wedges. I went to a store that is known for their denim and enlisted the help of a very knowledgeable, yet chatty salesperson. I told her what I was looking for and she located a couple for me to try on. As I walked to the change room she said, “I want to see them, so please show them to me!” Okay, you know I didn’t want to do that! Going through the hassle of trying on jeans….and then having an audience? I wasn’t down with that….but I did show them to her once I put them on. The first one showed off all my curves (which I am proud of), but I found them way too tight. She said that they were a better fit than the ones that I was wearing. Okay, true my jeans were quite baggy….they are comfy!

I tried on the next pair which did fit better, but were still tighter than anything that I wear. The chatty salesperson—along with everyone in the change room said she liked it and that it hugged me in all the right places. She said that I wore my jeans too big and I needed to celebrate my curves. I honestly felt like I was one of those fashion-challenged women on that makeover show, What Not To Wear.

I pranced around in the jeans for a few more minutes. I checked out the booty view and realized that they were the ones for me.

I’m happy to say that I bought them and I can’t wait to rock them.

Until my next entry.

peace & love

michelle