At the Urban League Dinner

Brian missed a great opportunity to schmooze some of the big wigs from his company last night at the Hyatt. I was invited to attend the Urban League‘s 51st Annual Equal Opportunity Day Award Dinner honoring Cox Communications last night. It was a magnificent event (just like the banquets they have in soaps). Wichita Mayor Carlos Mayans was one of the dinner co-chairs along with Bank of America Kansas President Robert Allison and Wichita Eagle President and Publisher Lou Heldman. It was literally a who’s who of Wichita corporations. Brian got to miss out on the open bar (which is of no use to him really since he can’t drink), prime rib and amazing desserts. He also missed an opportunity to meet Kimberly Edmunds, the Region VP and General Manager of Cox Communications, his new employer. He hadn’t even met her yet and this would have been a great chance for him to do so. He missed out all because he read the date wrong on my email.. He read the date wrong and said he would not be able to attend so I invited Angie in his place. She had a great time. She even talked to Ms. Edmunds about her messed up Cox account. It’s awesome! Before I left, I introduced myself to Ms. Edmunds, congratulated her and told her how wonderful her company is which, incidentally, is where my husband works. It was very brief and I doubt that she will remember me. However, I told Brian that if he ever meets her, he should go up to her and tell her that his wife met her at the Urban League banquet to break the ice. I told him that she probably will not remember, but hey it’s something to say. It’s better than just stammering. Or worse yet, not even speaking to her at all. He needs to be noticed so he can advance at his job. This will require major schmoozing on his part. Hopefully, she will attend the company picnic in a couple of weeks. We can both schmooze with her then. I’m not much a schmoozer, really, but you gotta start sometime.

I Can’t Help Myself

I just crack myself up. It makes other people’s brain hurt, though. My idiotic comments seem to have that effect on people. In training class today, they made us share our special skill that no one else knows about. I was thinking that I would tell them about my one-handed juggling, but I thought Angie knew about that already and it’s not nearly as impressive or as funny as the skill that I did share. I told them that my special skill that no one else knows about is my ability to flare my nostrils at will. You know me. I’m always trying to be funny. I’m just your regular, average, everyday village idiot really. So I was thinking about the blog-worthy repartee with Brian earlier (this guy hardly ever blogs, so I was really surprised that he blogged about this; I’m always saying stupid shit, but he’s never cared to blog about those other instances before). I just discovered another skill that I possess. I have the ability to make people’s brain hurt just by saying a few choice words. Now that’s talent right there! Better add it to my resumé!

Paying for Some Nookie

I told myself that I would be strong and resist Brian’s pleadings. I told him we wouldn’t get his birthday present until closer to his birthday. Last week he was being a whiny cry baby. He complained that the PSPs were all sold out and he wouldn’t be able to get himself one because they don’t plan on releasing any more until August. Well, they still had a whole bunch at the local Best Buy and at Wal-Mart. It didn’t seem like they were going to run out any time soon. Anyway, Brian and I were talking about it again and since we had time after my waxing today, we ended up just going to Best Buy and getting his presents. Early per usual. One day I will be more resolute and I’ll actually make him wait until the day of his birthday for his present. We got him a PSP with a Spider-man 2 movie, Hot Shots Golf, and Rengoku so he should be set for a while. Hopefully a while equates to at least a couple of months because we spent quite a bit. Oh, by the way, while we were checking out at Best Buy he actually told me that because he is so giddy someone (that someone being me) would actually get laid tonight. “That’s just really sad,” I replied. “I can’t believe I have to buy my nookie!” “I was just kidding,” he said in between bouts of laughter. “You’re not really getting laid tonight!” When he finished laughing he said that since I agreed to give him his present early, he wouldn’t deny me sex for the rest of the year. As in, I can have it anytime I want it and he won’t say no. I just laughed. I think he’s on a PSP high. He doesn’t realize what he is proposing. Two weeks from now he is going to regret ever making such a statement. Anyway, it’s like an early birthday for Brian. He got his presents and then we get to watch Episode III tomorrow. He’s going to be giddy all weekend. Of course, me being me, I’m going to take advantage and get as much sex as I can while I can still get it. LOL. … P.S. No new movie until someone guesses the last one!

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I’m a Dodohead

So I got a 115 out of a possible 120 on my Business Law final yesterday, despite having studied for the exam an hour before I was supposed to take it. I worked on my studied guide on Sunday night and Monday night but never had time to actually read through it until I got home from work on Tuesday. I read through my study guide for like five minutes and told Brian to quiz me. I was so totally clueless that Brian was almost concerned.

“What types of claims does Social Security cover?”

“Ummm.. Old age.. Disability.. And something else.”

Brian does this airplane thing with his hand complete with crashing sound effects.

“What are you doing?”

“Giving you a clue.”

“And?”

“We watch it every Thursday.”

“CSI?” I asked with a perplexed look on my face. Like, what the hell does CSI have to do with Social Security?

“Survivors!” He exclaims rolling his eyes.

“Oh, duh?! That makes sense! Social Security covers three types of claims: old age, survivors and disability. I get it.”

At this point he thinks I am hopeless. And I’m thinking maybe he is right.

“What year was Title VII of the Civil Rights Act passed?”

“He’s not going to ask that.”

“He might.”

“Trust me. He won’t.”

“Give me the year.”

“I don’t know it.”

“You should. It protects you.”

“Well, I know the ADEA was passed in 1967 and the ADA, which protects you, was passed in 1991.”

I didn’t mean to insult him, but he was frustrating me. I didn’t really mean to insult him. I was trying to be funny. Anyway, we both busted up laughing. That’s what makes us so compatible. Brian is probably the only person in this world who gets me. I’m glad that he laughs at my jokes because if doesn’t, no one will.

So I decided to break down and finally share the stupid remark I said at the KANSEL fundraiser. The trivia question was “Elvis had a concert in which foreign country?” Our choices were Mexico, Canada, and Germany. Everyone at the table was rooting for Germany.

You know how I have a knack for saying the dumbest things. I go, “Did they even have planes back then?”

Jackie goes, “What’s wrong with you child?” She’s an older lady, so just picture her saying that. It was hilarious! Brian and I, who are used to my verbal diarrhea both cracked up.

Puhleeeze! I knew they had airplanes back then. The true question is, could he even fit in one? There is no way a plane could transport him all the way to Germany. But then I guess that all depends what era of Elvis’s life we are talking about.

At any rate, the answer was Canada.

So feel free to think I’m an idiot, you all. It’s cool. I’m used to it. I just can’t help the things that come out of my mouth sometimes (or the things that go in for that matter, lol).

Do I need to remind you all of the time that I said “Will you eat my biscuit?” and totally meant it in a non-sexual way? And then last Saturday, when Vinny (the chemical engineer) commented on how I had been rubbing Brian’s eyebrows for several minutes and that the hair would probably fall out soon, I declared to everyone who cared to listen that I liked rubbing things.

The verbal diarrhea is really becoming a problem. I should just try to keep my mouth shut from now on because there’s no telling what will come out of it next. … P.S. Bunz, Jen beat you to the last movie quote. P.P.S. I’m linking to Jen’s Flickr album instead of crankymonkey.com because the site is still down.

Workout Peeves

As you know I’ve been spending a lot of time at the local YMCA lately. I was tempted to blog about this annoying lady last Saturday, but restrained myself. Yesterday, however, something happened that is so appalling that I just have to vent. Of course, since I’m venting about it, I figured that I might as well vent about the other stuff. I spent over three hours working out last Saturday. I don’t know if it’s the heat or just way too much working out or what, but I’ve just been in an irritable mood lately. I stayed for step class after muscle pump so I had my spot already secured. Usually, step class gets pretty full but that day it wasn’t particularly crowded. Probably because it was a nice day outside and with the Wichita River Festival and several graduations going on, most of the regulars couldn’t make it. So anyway, I normally try to give others around me as much space as I can.. Or, put another way, I guess I try to give myself as much space from others as I can. Whenever someone sets up behind me or next to me, I try to move over to give them some room. Last Saturday I ended up in the very back row, and this lady directly in front of me (apparently a newbie who doesn’t realize that you want to maximize your space in step class) was too dense to move forward, despite all the vacant space in front of her. I really should have said something to her, but I figured that she would come to her senses eventually and move up on her own. She was also talking to the person on her right, and so I figured that they were probably together and wanted to be in the same row. I thought that it probably wouldn’t too bad. I’ve had to endure crowded fitness classes before, and survived. I just don’t particularly like being crowded when there’s plenty of space available. What’s not too bad in theory is actually horrible in execution. My newbie assessment was right on. The lady was clueless. We typically go all around our step and, if she could follow along, it wouldn’t be too bad, but she was so totally lost. When we go over and back and I have to be on the front side of the step, she is right there next to me so I can’t do my leg extensions fully. It was really awkward. I didn’t want to hit her with my limbs, so my movements were restricted. It was a total pain in the neck! Literally. Thirty minutes into the class she finally realized that no matter how hard she tried, she’d never be able to keep up. And to think the class is the most basic level! It doesn’t get any simpler! So she left. I was really thankful when she did. I felt like a flower that was moved to a bigger pot. I could finally move more freely. I had a much more enjoyable workout after that. I’m whiny, I know. I try not to be antisocial, but people are just annoying sometimes. Ugh. Anyway, that’s nothing compared to what I witnessed yesterday while doing CORE. I worked out for another three hours last night, doing step interval, CORE, muscle pump and cardio jam. CORE class gets really, really full. It’s one of the more popular fitness classes so it’s always jam packed in the studio. Even though I was in the studio already for the previous class, I didn’t get prime workout space. People just swarm inside before the class is even over and before you know it, there aren’t any balls left and there is no room for you to move. I ended up in the very back almost next to the wall. However, I managed to carve myself some workout space for my mat and my ball. But I had very little room at that. Toward the end of the class, we did some back exercises. When we did the standing bird dog move (similar to the move shown below, but with one arm on the ball, one arm raised parallel to the floor, one foot planted on the floor, and the leg opposite the raised arm is raised backwards parallel to the floor) I saw the most horrific thing ever! A hairy coochie! The woman in front of me was wearing loose shorts and wasn’t wearing any underwear. I could see everything! At first I couldn’t figure out what I was looking at.. I mean, I guess being bald all the time, I’d forgotten what overgrown pubic hairs look like. Then it dawned on me, and I was just shocked! I mean, people, please.. If you’re going to wear loose shorts, wear a compression short underneath it (like normal people) or at the very least wear some underwear! Is that so much to ask? If you don’t like wearing underwear, then shave! LOL! It seems I’ve had only bad experiences in the back row of late. In the future, I’ll try to secure one of the front spots. Maybe I’ll give them a dose of their own medicine one day, grow out my pubes, and get even? Ha! Ha! Ha! That would be funny, but no.. There will be no hairy coochie for this girl.

Drinking Games

I realize now that Amber and Jason are clinically insane. That will be the last time I’ll come over for an innocent game of poker. They almost killed me last night with their drinking games. I was really thinking, “This is great. We will all get drunk and maybe we could get a four-way thing going.” No such luck. I was already long gone and, after drinking almost ten bottles of beer each, they were nowhere near drunk. My plans are foiled again! By the way, I’m just kidding about the four-way part. I had no such plans, Jason and Amber. So don’t get the heebie jeebies on me, okay? Here’s what really happened: Brian and I were just laying around the house after a day full of errands. Around 8:45 pm, Jason calls to tell us that he and Amber are going to stay for the 9:30 pm poker session at Rose Bowl West if Brian and I show up. He and Amber played in the 6:30 pm poker session earlier that evening, but they planned on going to Neighbors if we weren’t going to come. I wanted to go to Neighbors because of the $100 prize money for first place. Jason Dill had won it one night. Brian doesn’t like the place, though. He’s really judgemental about bars and stuff. For instance, he doesn’t like Side Pockets either. The place has cheap drinks and cheap pool. What’s not to like there? Brian said that the game at Neighbors starts at 9:00 pm and that we would never make it. I think the late session doesn’t start until 10:00 pm, but I wasn’t in an argumentative mood so I agreed to go to Rose Bowl West. After all, Jason and Amber were both already there. On the way over there, they called us to invite us over to Jason’s apartment for a four-way poker game afterwards. No money, just drinking. They talked Brian and I into getting them a case of 20 bottles of beer. Brian asked me what I wanted to drink and I couldn’t really decide. I like drinking cocktails at bars and restos. I’m not really much of an at-home drinker. So where is there a liquor store on the way the bowling alley? Jason and Amber suggested driving west of West Street on Central because there’s a liquor store there. We were on 135 getting on Kellogg at this point (stuck in traffic because there was some kind of a car accident). We would have to drive past the bowling alley and go a little ways to get to the liquor store, but Brian said he knows where that is so we wouldn’t be doing much wandering around. The whole drive I’m still trying to figure out what I want to get for myself. I am quite indecisive at times. Traffic finally gets going and we exit on West Street to go North. Then we see Goebel right there, conveniently situated not too far from Kellogg. The map that I linked to is wrong, by the way. It should be located on the right side of the street. But I digress.. As soon as I saw Goebel, I knew what I could buy for myself: lambic. Besides Jacob Liquor Exchange on the Northeast part of Wichita where we live, Goebel is the only other liquor store I know of in town that carries the Lindemans lambic I like. Brian went for the cold cases of beer section and I went to look for my lambic, which I easily found in the aisle where they have all the imported beer varieties and such. I wanted to find them in the cooled section, though, because I wanted it somewhat cold at least. Brian walks out and with a case of beer in hand and starts helping me to look for my beer. A store employee approached us and asked if we need help finding anything. I explained to him that we were looking for fruit beer instead of trying to pronounce the Belgian words on the label. “Are you looking for the Framboise?” he asked. Framboise is probably the most popular of the flavors. I told him yes, that’s it. I explained that I found them on them on the shelves, but I was hoping they had some bottles that were already refrigerated. He directed us to the section, only to find that the Framboise row had not been restocked. They had couple of 750 ml bottles of the Peche, though. He was going to try and talk us into those not realizing that I didn’t need any convincing because I prefer the peach flavor, anyway. “Have you tried this before?” he asked Brian. “No, I’m allergic to alcohol. It’s for her.” “I have tried it and I like it a lot.” “It’s ok,” the store employee said, still addressing Brian. “You should try drinking it out of her navel,” he added as he made an okay gesture with his hand. I guess the fact that Brian was carring a case of beer made his confession that he is allergic to alcohol seem less credible. I ended up taking both bottles and we headed to the checkout counter. The checkout clerk was very helpful and friendly. He informatively told us that we would need a bottle opener and a corkscrew for my beer. We knew this, of course, having purchased the beer before. Brian, thinking that the guy was trying to sell us barware, said thank you but we’ve got some. “I know we’ve got some, but what about Jason?” “He has ours.” “He does?” At this point the store clerk interrupted our discussion and gave us a free bottle opener and corkscrew, just in case. “We should come here more often!” I exclaimed, “I didn’t realize you guys give out free goodies.” We paid, thanked him and left the store. “I probably shouldn’t say that I’m allergic to alcohol while carrying a case of beer,” Brian said on our way out to the car. “Probably. I’m surprised the other guy didn’t ask you if you were trying to kill yourself.” Done with our beer run, we head to the bowling alley for the poker game. Amber was nice enough to put us on the list. Jason got knocked out first, followed by Amber. Brian and I both made it to the final table. Jason and Amber left to go get something to eat right as we got consolidated to the final table. I took third and Brian took second place. He is really excited about this so you may be reading about how he outlasted me (by one freakin’ slot) in his own blog soon. He is still raving about it. On the way over to Jason’s apartment I decide that I should probably eat something if I’m going to be doing any kind of drinking. Just to be on the safe side. Sonic is open until about 1:00 am so we decide to go there. I like their breakfast burritos and it’s about time for breakfast, anyway. Brian orders
a large strawberry limeade for me, probably in hopes of discouraging me from drinking too much. I’m a puker and he doesn’t enjoy having to take care of me when I am soused. But lambic never makes me sick, so he really had nothing to worry to about. It’s the hard liquor that does that to me, and only when I drink several different varieties. Hard liquor is lethal when at least two different kinds mix with my gastric enzymes. Often, the result is violent vomitting as soon as I hit the bed. The way that Amber and Jason play poker as a drinking game is kind of complicated and involves a lot of math. I don’t know whose brilliant idea that was because it’s hard enough to complete sentences when you’re drunk, let alone do mathematical calculations. We played with a set number of chips the way that we normally do except that everytime you lose money in a hand you are supposed to take a drink. When the betting and the blinds go up, the stakes go up as well. You have to take a gulp for every $200 in chips that you lose. I guess the math isn’t too bad, until all four people are in the hand for different amounts and then there is a lot of figuring going on. Thankfully, Jason is quick with his math and he does most of the calculations for us. Instead of worring about it, I just wait for him to tell me how much to drink. Of course, that requires a lot of trust. I’m not sure if you can trust Jason, that way. But seeing as I was drinking my drink of choice and not piss I didn’t really mind having to take a few extra gulps. That is, until I started feeling bloated and couldn’t drink anymore. For the first round, I was still finishing up my strawberry limeade so I was off the hook as far the drinking went. My bladder was filling up just as much as if I had been drinking, though. Brian got knocked out first and he decided to play on the internet as the three of us finished the game. Toward the end of the round, I ran out of strawberry limeade and started on the lambic. I didn’t have to do much drinking though because I kicked ass and won that round. We tried to talk Brian into playing the second round, but he declined so only the three of us played. At this point, I was still digging drinking the lambic so I was losing and drinking a lot. I lost a lot of money when I got knocked out and had to drink a lot. After that, Jason and Amber were heads up. Jason took that round. I was feeling really bloated already. Jason and Amber both drank a lot, but the beer seemed to have no effect on them. They wanted to play another round. I just wanted to lay down. As a compromise, I said I would play if Brian played another round. They managed to take Brian away from the computer and talk him into playing with us. How? I’m not quite sure. On the first hand, while the blinds were still $10 and $20, I raised to $200 total pre-flop. I had Q J suited. Four-handed, any kind of paint is good and is worthy of a raise. Even inebriated I knew my odds were good. I pre-flop raise got Jason and Amber to fold. Brian called the bet. The flop comes A K and something other card. I’m first to act and check to Brian. Brian bets $1000. I think about it for a bit. I know he has an A. So I would need to trip up with runner-runner Qs or Js or hit one of four 10s in the deck for my straight in order to win. What the hell. I figured, first hand, I would still have a lot of chips left – I really had nothing to lose. I decide to chase. The turn comes and it’s a 10. I hit my straight but I decide to check it to Brian. He bets another $1000, and I just call. Jason turns the river card over and it is some other insignificant card that is no help to either of us. I check again. This time Brian, thinking that his A 10 is good, goes all in with the rest of his chips. I called his bet. He rolls over his two pair totally thinking that he has won the hand. Then I roll over my Q J for a straight and he is in total disbelief. It was freakin’ hilarious! Brian didn’t really get to play that round except for one hand. So now I’ve got twice as many chips as Amber and Jason. The rest of the game went pretty easy on me. I folded a lot, specially when I wasn’t one of the blinds, so I wouldn’t have to drink. I was almost done with my bottle and, even after, peeing like three times, my bladder wasn’t holding liquid well. And the bloating was getting more unbearable. Toward the end though, Amber and Jason did most of the drinking. Jason ended up getting knocked out and the game was between Amber and I. I think I won that round with pocket 10s. She had to drink a lot because it was a huge pot. After that I’d had enough of poker and they decide to teach me how to play three man, a dice drinking game. The game has such convoluted rules that I’m not even going to attempt to explain all of it. Almost every number your roll means something. For instance, if you roll a seven the person to your left drinks. If you roll an eleven, the person to your right drinks. If you roll a nine, you start a game of categories etc. There’s only like a couple of numbers that mean nothing at all. You have to do something almost every roll you make. And you keep rolling until you hit a nothing number. How drunk people can remember such complex rules is beyond me, but Jason and Amber seem to manage just fine. They’re like, “Let’s just play and we’ll tell you when you need to drink.” Jason is three man and Amber says that is good because three man always does the most drinking. However, I found that I did quite a bit of drinking, as did Amber. I was like, “I thought three man was supposed to be drinking the most?” Finally, I roll a bunch of threes and Jason had to keep drinking. Finally, I understood why you douldn’t want to be three man. The only way to get out of being three man is to roll a three and then you get to designate some other person to be three man. I think this would be a way fun drinking game for like half a dozen to a dozen people. That way you’re not drinking every two seconds. That night I realized that I’m not much of a drinker because I get bloated really easily. I like having a few cocktails when I’m out dancing because the alcohol evaporates while I’m on the dance floor and that way I have room for more, but drinking a lot while just hanging out and not really doing any kind of physical activity just makes me sleepy. The final game they tried to teach me is war. But we had to play by Jason’s rules and he ruled that your card had to win by three or more for there to be any drinking. Finally I was just laying down on the floor and Brian and I decided that it was time to go home. It was almost 4:00 am when we got home. I planned on getting up early the next day to do laundry and go to the Y for my usuall two-hours of working out on Sundays. I ended up oversleeping and didn’t make it. Laundry is still in progress and I’m blogging instead of working out. I think I may do some exercises around here or workout on the Bowflex if I ever get around to it. I still have to study for my BLAW final which is on Tuesday. I really hate missing my workout schedule. I think there will be no drinking for me next weekend. Besides, we have to be up somewhat early next Sunday because we are watching the 11:15 am Star Wars showing in the balcony and we can’t miss that. Brian is so excited. He actually bought our tickets almost three weeks ago. At any rate, after buying groceries, which we are supposed to do at some point today, we will be officially broke so it’s not like I’ll have money to be drinking anyway. Besides being broke, I’m really too old for this. Remind me that next time.

The Sleeping Dude

Here’s the story with the sleeping dude. We found him sleeping in the little alcove behind the bar at Loft on Thursday. Before the beginning of second session, I went over to talk to Brian who sitting on the couch next to the sleeping guy. Brian was just drawing over there because he had gotten knocked out of the game early. “Who’s that?” “I don’t know. He’s been sleeping here since I got here.” “Did he even play?” “I don’t think so. Must be a college student passed out from studying.. Or he just had way too much to drink.” Chad, Jason, Chris, Brian and I decide to play knock poker over break. In the meantime, several people have come over to check out the sleeping guy. Naturally, I had Tiffany take a picture because he was really adorable-looking in his fetal position. We had complained to Tiffany about turning the A/C down because it was really cold. “He’s probably really cold. Do you have a blanket?” “No, but we’ve got some table cloths in the back!” So Tiffany had this brilliant idea of taking a tablecloth and covering him up with it. The guy didn’t even flinch. We contemplated doing all sorts of stuff to him like writing on his forehead and body. Even mean things like putting his hand in warm water and making him pee himself. That was Brian’s idea, by the way. I just wanted to get a funny picture that could be emailed around the internet with a caption like “Whatever you do, don’t pass out at Loft 150.” LOL. It would be a great publicity stunt for their bar, wouldn’t it? Anyway, second session began so we went back to playing poker, forgetting about the sleeping guy that we were so amused with earlier. As we were leaving, Brian told me that he found out the whole story from Tiffany. Apparently, our speculations were wrong. The guy was some waitress’s boyfriend. However, she worked downstairs at the River City Brewing Co. She was supposed to get off early but I guess she wasn’t off yet when he arrived. He went upstairs to find a quiet place to wait while waiting for her to get off work and ended up falling asleep. Tiffany said that the girl looked for him and couldn’t find him so she thought he left. She left, too. So when he woke up he had to call her to pick him up. I guess he had walked over or something and she was his ride. There were a few people missing from our group, but we still had fun. Chris and I made to the final table together. When I got knocked out in sixth place, he was still playing. Not sure if he won, though. I’ll find out next week.

Good Workout Day

I had a good workout day today. I stayed up too late last Friday and couldn’t get up for my usual two and a half hour workout session on Saturday morning. I made up for it today, though. I did muscle pump with Maria, cardio crosstrain with Pam (which was lots of fun, by the way; it’s a cross between cardio jam and step, two fitness classes that I really enjoy), and finally step with Sarah. All three are excellent instructors. It was a really productive three hours. I’m going to try for a repeat tomorrow. It will be two hours of fitness classes from 5:30 pm to 7:30 pm (advanced step, core, and muscle pump). Thirty minutes of rest, followed by racquetball from 8:00 pm to 10:00 pm. I figured I could either go to Mano’s and play in his cash game (poker) or play racquetball. Brian and I hadn’t played racquetball in quite some time so I chose the latter. Actually, the last time we played racquetball was when I whacked myself really hard on the nose with my racket. I had to take a two-minute time out. Brian didn’t think I could finish the game and offered to stop playing, but I’m not quitter so we kept going. My nose hasn’t been the same ever since. I think I’m going to need to get it x-ray’d though, because it feels deformed now. Anyway, I’m suddenly on this workout kick because Nick has been working out and is making great progress (as you can see from all the gratuitous bicep-flexing on his web cam of late) and I actually have a couple of weeks before summer semester starts. I’ve made a commitment to myself to make the most of it. Speaking of Nick’s blatant showing off, I was reading his blog today when he walks in front of his web cam with his ass-crack showing. I joked that he probably needed some crack spackle. Of course, his doesn’t look gross like the guys in the commercial so he really doesn’t need it. I just like to pick on him. That will teach him to think twice about showing his ass crack on the web. LOL. So anyway, if I’m not here tomorrow night, you all know where I am. I’ll be at the North YMCA working out. Then on Thursday I’ll either be at Loft 150 or Side Pockets. I haven’t decided yet. On Friday we’ll be playing poker at the APL headquarters per usual. Except we’re not going to play the late session this time so that I can make it to the Y on Saturday morning. Feel free to join me at any of these places if you live in Wichita.  

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  • Visiting Molly and Tita Sol
  • I ♥ Virginia Williams
  • Rush Time Machine Tour 2010
  • Our New Cellphones Arrived on Friday
  • Reorganizing My Closet
  • Another Busy Week
  • Ching’s Red Eye
  • Provider Wars: Part 2
  • More of Cass Elliot
  • The War of the Providers!
  • Driving Brian Crazy with My Horrible Singing
  • Spa Therapy
  • Carmen and Nick’s Wedding

• Et Cetera

  • 2005 TV Sighting
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  • Brian and Ching's Travels
  • Brian on Facebook
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  • Brubaker Family
  • Cheap Dates
  • Cherrie Brubaker is Frugal
  • Ching on Facebook
  • Ching on LinkedIn
  • Ching’s Twitter
  • Flickr Photostream
  • Food & Fitness Diary
  • Foodies
  • Live Traffic Map
  • MKMVPA
  • Old Chingay
  • Our Amazon Store
  • Our Wedding
  • Red Hot Pawn
  • Rico Bay
  • Scrapblog
  • The Fabulous Fleshtones
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