I’m skipping ACCT 560 (Accounting Information Systems) today to study for my BLAW 431 (Business Law) exam. I was supposed to study for it on Friday (but I went to play poker at APL HQ instead; then when we got home, Brian and I watched this Katie Holmes’ flick Abandon). I tried to study for it again on Saturday after working out, but I ended up reading more of my new favorite blog Return to Happiness. Then I blogged some and then it was time to go to our couples massage. Afterwards we grubbed at Wildfire Diner, this new diner that Brian’s parents discovered a couple of months ago. We were going to see Hitch, but decided that our favorite balcony seats (A6 or A7) were probably sold out at the theater since it’s date night and it was already almost 8p. I didn’t want to have to sit anywhere else so we nixed that idea. We just ended up going home and watching Saw (that movie is messed up; good plot twist, though). I decided I would go to bed right after the movie so I could wake up early the next day to study. I planned to study before my workout this time. Didn’t work. I was able to get up early as I planned. That’s not the problem. It’s just that whenever I get on the computer I always find ways to procrastinate. My procrastination method this time was reading more Return to Happiness. I did pay bills though, so I got those out of the way until my next paycheck comes. Anyway, pretty soon it was time to go workout. By the time I returned, I just had enough time to shower and then go to dinner at my in-laws. Dinner, which normally is a two-hour affair, lasted almost four hours. We were there from 5p to a little after 9p. Jason was there so we did a lot of yapping before, during and after dinner. And then we played Phase 10 as I mentioned in the previous post. We got home at 10p and by then I was too tired and sleepy (we had lasagna and pasta always makes me feel sleepy afterwards) to even attempt to crack the books. I thought I would have a few minutes to study at work today but work was really hectic. I barely had time to think! I have lots of things on my to-do list for tomorrow so I really have to study tonight. My only option is to skip ACCT 560, which is okay because it’s a kind of boring anyway. Besides, Jen won’t be there and without her to entertain me I’ll zonk out for sure. She brings crayons for us to draw and doodle with during the lecture. It helps keep us both awake. Anyhow, since she’s not going to be there with her crayons and good humor (yikes, that sounds like ice cream; no she doesn’t bring any ice cream to class; although, that might be an idea for next week), I figured I’d be better off staying home. I know I need to study tonight, but whether or not I get around to actually studying… Well, that’s another question altogether. I’ve already killed much needed study time by posting this blog entry which, incidentally, was only supposed to take two seconds but I ended up writing a whole bunch!
February 28, 2005 | Posted by Ching under School
Jason went to family dinner with us at Brian’s parents’ house last night. As I expected, he charmed the pants off everyone with his sharp wit. Brian’s parents even proclaimed that they’re ready to adopt him. There was mention of him replacing Kevin, Brian’s excommunicated brother. But then David and Donna liked Jason so much that they even joked about him replacing Brian. At any rate, dinner was lively with good conversation. Everyone shared stories. Most of the storied I’d heard before, but it’s always nice when there’s someone new in the group because it’s a fresh story to them. And sometimes they bring a fresh perspective so the same old story is funny all over again. I’m not much of a story teller so I just listened in amusement. Jason kept everyone entertained with his own jokes and childhood stories. Grandma kept Jason on his toes with her own quips, which caused Jason to dub her a “verbal ninja” for witticisms that unexpectedly strike out of nowhere. We tried to play Phase 10 to completion but it was getting late. We decided to quit before actually finishing the game with dad and Brian tied as winners. They were the only two to reach the seventh phase. If you ask Jason, though, he will tell you that he would’ve won had grandma and I not ganged up on him with all the skip cards. But I was merely getting even for he did his fair share of skipping me. I think it’s great that Jason fits in so well and that he gets along with the rest of the family so fabulously. I fear that this might be the beginning of the end, though. Usually, after Brian takes one of his friends to meet his parents he quits communication with them (or vice versa) shortly after. I really hope that’s not the case with Jason. I could see us being friends with him (hobag or not) for a long, long time.
February 28, 2005 | Posted by Ching under Family, Life
I’m going to the Y to workout for a couple of hours. I need to vent some steam. I think I’m going to start immersing myself into regular workouts again so I can take the focus off my shitty homelife.
February 27, 2005 | Posted by Ching under Life
Return to Happiness is my current blog addiction. This guy is amazing. Not only does he have an enormous cock (which he has described in a few entries, and other people have described, and has gotten me so curious that I am :this: close to asking for a picture) but he can write as well. His blog entries are long, colorful narratives that just draw you in and make you want to read more. My current endeavor is to read through all the archives. I’m starting with day one of
The Good Husband (his previous blog, before
Return to Happiness), just as I had done with Kathy’s blog, so I can learn more about the events in his life that led to where he is now. Here’s an
excerpt from The Good Husband to whet your appetite:
At about two in the morning I woke to find Wife’s hands in the front of my shorts stroking me. My hands were on her breasts and we were kissing. I didn’t know how it started and my first thought was that Wife was trying to show me that things would be OK. It was two in the morning remember. We kissed and fondled and were closer than we’ve been in a while. I remember regretting that I’d called my sister and my brother; a false alarm that’s going to cause some embarrassment. Maybe things were getting better. Wife rolled onto her back and lifted her shirt a bit. I took it up over her breast and took her nipple into my mouth. She whispered into my ear. “What if Chris comes home?” (Chris being me, so now you know my name) And then I knew that it wasn’t me. She woke with a start and sat right up. She looked at her clock and at me and in the dark I imagined she looked panicked. The clock was blinking; I guess the electricity must have flickered. She set her clock and lay back down. Her arms were under her pillow and not around me anymore. I fell asleep at three in the morning alone and scared.
It’s good stuff, isn’t it? A real life soap opera? Now do you see why I’m hooked?
February 27, 2005 | Posted by Ching under Web
To the guy who was entering North Y as I was leaving today: You’re working out, not going out. Lay off the cologne. A dab will do. You don’t need to bathe in it. As congested as I was I could still smell you. That’s not a good thing. To APL: I wish that the January 2005 Regional Championship Event (search for Cherrie; you’ll find me easily that way because I’m the only Cherrie right now; 2610004071) wasn’t today of all days. We have a couples massage today at 4:45 PM. I get invited to play in the championship tourney which is at 4:00 PM. Both are equally excellent, can’t-miss events that I would love to participate in. Brian and I had to book our massage four weeks in advance. I had to get lots of points in order to be invited. I wish I could make it, but Brian will kill me if I skip our massage for poker. Now that I know there is a possibility that I could qualify for these things, I’ll try to work my schedule around the tournament dates because I know that you won’t change the tournament schedule even if I ask nicely. To Wayne Brubaker: Why did you register brubaker.com through 2012? I will be dead before it becomes available again and that’s if you don’t renew. Alright, Brian is hungry so we have to go. The rest of the afternoon will be spent at Healing Waters getting massaged. I bet you’d like to be in my shoes right now.
February 26, 2005 | Posted by Ching under Poker
I’m so freakin’ tired of being carded! Remember that incident at the Warren that aggravated me so much that we didn’t end up watching our movie? I had a repeat last night. Not at the movie theater. At APL headquarters this time. The great thing about APL HQ is that they allow 18 year old people to play. At most of the places where we play (which are typically bars), you have to be 21 no matter what. You might not drink alcohol or whatever, but they require you to be 21 to play. Now at most bars, they’re pretty good about not carding me anymore. Loft 150 is the best. I don’t even bother bringing my purse sometimes because I know that Tiffany is the bomb and she won’t ask to see my driver’s license. Of course, after you’ve been there every week without fail for the last three months you’re pretty much a regular. Going back to my story.. While I think it’s great that people under 21 can play at APL HQ, this actually creates a bit of a problem for me. Since they have so many underage players running around, they always (and I mean always) have to card whenever I want to drink. And I can completely understand this because I know, on most days and depending on what I happen to be wearing, I may not look like I’m old enough to drink. I think it’s the baby fat. But I digress… Last night my unlucky ass got assigned to a table with a bunch of young-looking guys. Realize that you have to be at least 18 to play so, a few minutes into the first session, one of the female hosts comes to our table and starts carding the young guys sitting across from me. Now I knew that I left my purse at home and don’t have my driver’s license with me because I had no intention of drinking that night. I actually planned on playing poker sober for a change. Isn’t that something? So anyway, I’m thinking, I look at least 18. Surely she’s not going to card me. She comes across the table and cards the guy to my immediate right. Now this guy happened to be drinking a beer so common sense would tell you that he’s a least 21. I’m thought to myself, you’ve got to be kidding. The guy is really cordial about it, though. He jokes about the beer that he’s drinking and yet he’s being carded to verify that he is old enough to play poker. It’s preposterous, but I give him props for not making a big deal out of it. At this point, I’m worried. If she doesn’t think the guy drinking beer is old enough to play poker, she probably doesn’t think I’m 18 either. My fears were confirmed when, after she was finished with him, she turns to me and asks to see my identification. “I don’t have it with me,” I tell her. “Okay, but you have to show it to me before the next session begins.” Alright, so she was really nice about it. And she’s going to allow me to go home and get it. That’s pretty cool of her. It’s huge inconvenience, but several minutes prior Brian had busted so he’s sitting in the loser’s lounger just drawing. Since he’s not playing, I figured that he’d be willing to run home and get my driver’s license so I can continue to play. No big deal. I just have to convince him to go home and get my driver’s license. I mean, God! How embarrassing is that? I really don’t want to be kicked out of APL HQ because they don’t think I’m old enough to play. I’m almost 30 for crying out loud! In between hands I run over to the loser’s lounge to tell Brian, who is engrossed in his drawing project, that he needed to go home and get my driver’s license. “I’m not going to go home and get your driver’s license just so you can drink,” he says indignantly. “Baby! You don’t understand,” I insist, “You have to go get it. This lady came to our table and carded these boys and she doesn’t think I’m old enough to play!” Brian just has this blank look. It takes him a while to digest things sometimes. And I can’t blame him. It’s ridiculous. How can you not tell I’m at least 18? But since he hadn’t made any kind of attempt to pack his stuff and leave. I reiterate, “They don’t think I’m 18. I need my driver’s license to prove that I’m old enough to play. Otherwise, they’re kicking me out of the game.” I’m kind of overly dramatic anyway, and I thought the situation was so tragic (I must to play poker; I can’t NOT play) that you could really sense the panic and urgency in my voice. I’m thinking, go! Now! Move! Brian, one of the APL hosts, just happened to be in the room preparing chip trays. He overhears our conversation and starts laughing his ass off. Fueled by APL host Brian’s reaction my Brian goes, “Are you serious? I’m not driving all the way home and driving all the way back just to get your driver’s license.” “But I need it or they won’t let me play.” By now I’m pleading with him. Please, please go get my driver’s license already. Brian turns to the other Brian and goes, “You know how old she is.. Can you vouch for her? I really don’t want to drive all the way back home. We live all the way up North.” Note that APL HQ sits at the corner of Lincoln and George Washington Boulevard, which is located in Southeast Wichita. APL host Brian finally regains his composure and he goes, “Alright.” He’s the best! “Show me which one it is and I’ll talk to her,” he tells me as we walk back out onto the vast poker hall. I walk back to my table and share my story of how Brian, the APL host, overheard my conversation with Brian, my husband, and how he busted up laughing. “Brian doesn’t want to go home to get my driver’s license and then drive all the way back. It’s a huge pain in the ass, so he’s trying to get Brian (the APL host) to vouch for me so I can stay and play.” I reassure my table that I’m old enough by revealing to them that I’m almost 30. Granted I’ve got three more years to go, but I’m getting pretty close. I mean, I’m closer to 30 than 20 anyhow. They all say that I don’t look it and they can’t tell. But they all agree that I certainly look at least 18. I didn’t want them to think that we were trying to pull anything. I mean, the other guys had to show their driver’s licenses and everything. I’m all for equality and fairness so I want them to know that I am old enough to play. I want them to know that I get to stay without showing my driver’s license because of the sheer absurdity of the situation, and not because I’m cute and sweet and did my pouty, puppy dog look and I batted my eyelashes a couple of times. How I long for the day when I will no longer get carded. I hope that happens soon because I’m really tired of being in these awkward, preposterous situations. I’ve learned my lesson, though. I’m bringing my driver’s license with me everywhere I go from now on.
February 26, 2005 | Posted by Ching under Life, Poker
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This is a map of the route that we took to work yesterday. Brian’s ridiculous way of getting me to work is marked in red. My suggestion is marked in green. And this is yet another example of why women are far superior than men.
Why in the world didn’t we just take the canal route (I-135), you might ask?
Well.. If you live here in Wichita, you’d know that yesterday was one of the foggiest days ever. As in, you had visibility only up to your nose. Naturally, these crazy Wichita drivers continue to drive recklessly anyway.
Whenever Brian drives me to work, we usually hit the Sonic that is just North of the 37th and Woodlawn intersection. From there we take Woodlawn to K-96, then K96 to I-135 South, exit on 1st and 2nd, and then voila! I’m at work. It’s a pretty short, easy drive.
Not yesterday, though.
There was a car accident that cause cops to block the on-ramp from K-96 to I-135 South. We didn’t actually find this out until we finally crawled to the end of the line.
Since K-96 ends (as you can see on the map), we didn’t have a choice but to take I-135 North. Our original thought was to exit and loop back to take I-135 South but then while driving North we noticed that traffic on I-135 South wasn’t moving at all. It was bumper to bumper and the cars were totally still. Think of LA traffic on a really, really bad day. Like when aliens are about to take over the world like in the movie Independence Day. I-135 South was definitely out of the question at this point.
Brian’s idea was to take I-135 North, which hits I-235, so we could take that freeway South. There’s a Broadway exit on I-235 so I told Brian to get off there. My idea was to take Broadway to downtown Wichita, which is a straight shot. I mean, I figured with the foggy weather conditions as they were, we’ll more than likely encounter other wrecks on the other freeways. Besides, it’s common knowledge that everyone else takes the freeways to work so it gets trafficky during rush hour anyway. Brian insisted on taking I-235 all the way around to Kellogg (US Highway 54) and then taking Kellogg East to the Central Business District exit.
Irked, I go “Can you get me there in ten minutes? I can guarantee you I can get from I-235 and Broadway to my work in ten.”
Brian goes, “But that’s 40 mph with stop lights. We’re going to go 70 mph with no lights.”
Notice how he cleverly avoids saying that he can beat, or even match, my ten minute time challenge. He knows he can’t. He’s just rationalizing at this point.
If it’s trafficky and there’s wrecks, you can’t go your full 70 mph anyway. So what good does using the freeway do? Nothing. It just aggravates me.
As we’re passing the Central exit, I said to myself “We would’ve been there by now had we taken Broadway.”
Just to prove my point I call Nick to find out if Broadway was trafficky. He lives by 29th and Broadway so he takes Broadway to work everyday and it only takes him ten minutes. I got voicemail.
We finally get to Kellogg which, despite the newly constructed fly overs, is trafficky as I expected. Brian begins to realize that I’m right at this point but refuses to admit it. It really annoys the shit out of me when people just can’t admit that they’re wrong.
I told Brian that I will prove to him that my way is better so I’m posting it here. We’ve got both routes mapped up. I must say, it’s pretty obvious isn’t it?
February 25, 2005 | Posted by Ching under Life
February 23, 2005 | Posted by Ching under Sex
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So the Jason-bacon was in a stripper sandwich after poker last Thursday.. And Corey goes, “It’s only good as long as it’s not made with sourdough bread.” I think sourdough is the least of your worries. It’s the cottage cheese that you have to worry about! Ha! Ha! Ha! Brian and I wanted to give Jason the gift of Ridd the next day but we figured that he probably already had some in his medicine cabinet seeing as he’s been ho-baggin’ for years. He’s probably got some other stuff in there, too. I’m making a mental note to take a picture of it for you guys next time I’m over.
February 21, 2005 | Posted by Ching under Life
It doesn’t work either. I play tight, I get knocked out. I play loose, I get knocked out. Absolutely nothing has worked for me. So I decided on Saturday that I would dress in a school girl outfit to play poker on Sunday. Well, apparently that doesn’t work either. Jason says that I didn’t use my costume to its full potential because I didn’t play the part and do the “Hee, hee, hee.. I’m so clueless at this game.. This is the first time I’ve played.. Am I doing it right? Giggles.. Giggles..” APL guy Brian suggested playing “crazy monkey poker” (whatever that means). On Saturday Jason had me read this Bluff article on the way to lunch. It was written by Annie Duke. She was saying that females have an advantage over male poker players because men tend to think with their other brain sometimes. The idea is to take advantage of the “flirters” and to provoke anger and irritation from the “chauvinists” which will help one distract their opponents from their game. Easier said than done. I think it’s because I’m too self-conscious to be anyone else. The outfit was pretty easy, though. I am always adventurous when it comes to clothing anyway. I knew I got it right when Jason’s first reaction was, “Why did you LET her wear that? I was only joking yesterday.” In my defense and taking pride in his accomplishment, Brian retorts “I helped her dress!” Jason goes, “I can’t even look at you!” Well, that’s what you get. I’m pretty impressionable so I’ll go with anything. With me, you really have to be careful what you wish for because I’ll do it. They asked for it! At the coliseum I stuck out like a sore thumb among the hundreds of poker players. Jason had to give me props on the outfit. Even in the parking lot I was getting looks. Inside he commented on the fact that we had yet to pass a group of men who didn’t look our way. I’m thinking they’re probably confused, wondering what the hell I’m doing there. I can surmise that they’re probably saying to themselves, “Is she lost? This is a poker tournament.” That aside, Jason ran into his friend Gary right before lunch. Gary was one of the organizers of the poker tournament that Jason won. Remember when he won $950 for first place? That tournament. I think I may have written about it in the other blog. So Jason was telling Gary how his friend’s wife read the Annie Duke article in the most recent issue of Bluff Magazine and decided to dress up today. Gary was like “Dude, have you seen the Asian girl dressed as a school girl?” To which Jason could only reply, “Yup.. That would be her.” I don’t know if I was a source of embarrassment for everyone or a source of amusement. I seriously hope it’s the latter. I just want to have fun. I don’t want people to be embarrassed to be seen with me. Yikes! Yeah, I’m a character alright. Speaking of character, I think I may be a character in a local poker show. They had me wired with a mic and followed me around with a camera on Saturday. I was pretty boring, though, so I’m not sure if I’ll make the cut. It would be cool if I do. I’ll keep you all posted.
February 21, 2005 | Posted by Ching under Poker
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