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You Mean This Isn’t Cousin Tracy?

Posted on December 31, 2011 by Ching under Confessions.

I wanted to share with you guys something funny that happened to me the other day while I was running errands. Ever since I found out that Juliana at Quick Stitch (the alterations specialists that Brian and I rely on) made barefoot sandals several weeks ago, I’d been thinking about getting one made for cousin Tracy because it would be perfect for her wedding in Jamaica in March. I needed to get her okay and her shoe size, though.

So while Brian was getting his massage on Wednesday, I asked my in-laws for Tracy’s phone number so I could check with her. I was thinking that this could be the “something blue” for her to wear at the wedding. I don’t think I was explaining it to her very well though, because she was thinking that I was buying her actual shoes (perhaps she got this impression because I asked for her shoe size) and she didn’t want to wear shoes because this was going to be a beach wedding. She tried to be open minded about the whole thing and suggested that I send her pictures of what I was talking about before she agrees to it.

Anyway, the first phone number that I got from my mother-in-law didn’t work. I guess it was the phone number to Tracy’s old house that she sold now that she and Jeff are living together. Finally, I got her mobile number from my father-in-law. Although, there was some other number I had on my phone that was listed as Tracy McConnell. I ended up exchanging several messages with a stranger before I realized it was the wrong number. I deleted it from my contacts list immediately so as not to confuse myself in the future. But, this was too funny not to share so I’m posting it here.

I did talk to the real Tracy McConnell and she loves the barefoot sandals idea so now I can get one for her. She is so sweet, so I really wanted to do something special for her. I’m glad she consented to letting me take care of the “something blue” part. I asked Juliana to make custom barefoot sandals for cousin Tracy using blue beads and I’m super excited for the finished product. I hope that she really likes it.

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Date Night with Flip and Ching

Posted on May 29, 2011 by Ching under Confessions, Sex.

This is what happens when we have an hour to kill before our movie…

Date night is sometimes awkward for Brian and me because we are both out of practice. Actually, if you ask Brian, he’ll tell you that never went on dates. So it’s not that he’s out of practice. He didn’t get any practice at all.

As you know, Brian has been getting in better shape and looking fabulous lately. He looked absolutely sexy in his fitted Express shirt and jeans last night. I couldn’t resist telling him, “You look so sexy tonight, I can’t wait to f*** you later.” You guys know that I don’t really cuss because it sounds very awkward when I do it, so I don’t ever throw the f-bomb around. The only time I say the f-word is when I’m using it to say what it means in the literal sense.

Anyway, I had to pause and laugh after I said it because it made me realize that this cannot be a date. Only married couples (or couples who have been together for a really, really long time that they’re practically married) can get away with saying something like that. I told Brian if someone said that on a date, the date would probably come to a screeching halt. Brian agreed but he was thinking if the woman said that on a date, they’d probably just skip the movie and go back to his place or her place and proceed to have sex. First of all, I can’t see a woman saying that. I could picture a guy saying it, but then his date would think he was an arrogant jerk, end the date and never want to see him again. I was thinking that the outcome would probably be the same, regardless of who said it. Brian believes otherwise, though. He agrees with me that things would go very badly if a man were to say it, but it would be perfectly okay if the woman were to say it. Really? That’s kind of a double standard. Don’t you think?

When we got to the movie theater, I insisted that Brian open the car door for me to let me out. We usually just jump out of the car simultaneously when we arrive at our destination. Not tonight, though. I stayed in the passenger seat and patiently waited as he came around the car to my side and opened the door. He goofed around a little bit by locking the car, attempting to open it and failing, and then turning around and acting like his was going to just leave me sitting there. We had a good laugh about that, when he did finally help me out of the car.

“Listen,” I told him. “I am considering this to be a date and, if you do really well, you will get laid.” That’s when he promptly started with the I’ve-never-gone-on-a-date crap. Really? Excuses already? LOL.

After we bought our movie tickets and were headed to the auditorium, I asked him if he wanted to go out dancing after the movie. He said it would be midnight and too late to go out dancing, blah blah blah. I corrected him by telling him that midnight is actually when most people show up at the clubs and then I had to give him a lesson on dating. I said, “When you’re out on a date and you’re trying to get laid, you have to agree to everything that the other person says (well, maybe not everything; but try to be agreeable). So when I asked to go dancing just now, you’re supposed to say ‘Sure. Whatever you want, baby.’ And then magically, we don’t end up going dancing after all because we’re having sex instead. When you say no, it makes me think that you’re a party pooper and it makes me not want to have sex with you.”

In case any of you are wondering how Brian fared last night, he passed. Sometimes, if you look hot and positively ravishing, people will have sex with you anyway despite how badly you suck at the dating thing. That’s why good looking people rarely have problems getting laid. Just ask my sister. LOL. I’m kidding, Jenni! You know I love you! 😉

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Speaking of Speech Impediments…

Posted on March 2, 2011 by Ching under Confessions, Family, Life.

Remember how my biological father didn’t know that I had a speech impediment just like his when I was growing up? I can’t really blame him since he didn’t really know me well enough to know how much we had in common. He knew of my existence, but I didn’t know of his until I was about 11 or 12 years old. I didn’t actually get to meet him until I was 21, and we only spent a couple of weeks together. Not long enough to really get to know one another. And, I’d already lived in the US about five years when we met. I think moving to the US is what cured me.

Well… My speech impediment isn’t really cured. It’s just less evident. Somehow I don’t have much of a problem when I’m speaking English. It’s only apparent when I’m speaking Tagalog. Honestly, I would have completely forgotten about my speech impediment if things didn’t remind me of this flaw every now and then.

A lot of people don’t know of this flaw until I tell them. Actually, I don’t even think Brian knew until a few years ago when he was trying to learn how to speak Tagalog. He asked me to pronounce one of the words for him because he had trouble saying it. I read it to him, and then read it to him again because he looked confused. It didn’t seem like he was getting it so I had to say it a few times. Finally, he was like “Baby! There are no L’s in this word?!” So I had to explain to him that my R’s sound like L’s or W’s whenever I speak Tagalog.

I told him how I was tormented by all my friends and classmates growing up because of this. They would always make me say words that they knew I wasn’t capable of saying properly just so they could laugh at my expense. Para (which sounds like pawa when I say it) and araw (comes out as either awaw or alaw) were two words that I’d be asked to say frequently.

“Great! I’m learning to speak Tagalog from someone who has a speech impediment,” Brian said, a little frustrated. “I’m going to sound like a retard!”

“Trust me,” I told him. “If anyone makes fun of you when you’re speaking Tagalog, it won’t be because of your R’s. It’ll be because of the way you mispronounce everything else.” LOL.

Anyway, it’s just in Tagalog that I have a problem saying R’s. I don’t have the same issue with English words. I think that’s mostly how I’ve gotten by without people being aware of my speech impediment. That is, of course, until I tell them. When I’m inebriated I tend to overshare.

I found myself in such a situation that night we were at Stacy and Jeff’s for the sushi party a couple of weeks ago. I’m not sure how we got into the subject of speech impediments, but I ended up sharing mine. I confessed it almost like I was at an AA meeting, “Hi, I’m Ching and I have a speech impediment.”

Well, not quite but sort of…

And then “Say something! Say something!” inevitably followed. I had flashbacks of my tormented childhood when I’d actually oblige my tormentors and say the words that they’d ask me to say. There was really no point in me saying some Tagalog words because none of them would know whether or not I was pronouncing the words correctly. However, since I’d put myself out there, I felt the need to explain.

The only way I can describe it is that many of the R’s in Tagalog sound a lot like the double R’s in Spanish. I cannot say those at all to save my life. So that’s how I described it to these folks I’d just recently met. They were like, “I can’t say the double R’s in Spanish either.”

So I was like, “Maybe you’d have a speech impediment too, if you had to speak Tagalog.” LOL. Maybe I’m just meant to be American. I do tend to fit in a little better here. Well, not really. Most of the time I don’t think I fit in anywhere. I do feel less out of place. At least, I don’t have a speech impediment in English!

Now, the accent… That’s something else altogether that I may never be able to overcome. LOL.

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Shallowness

Posted on September 4, 2004 by Ching under Confessions, Life.

I should probably work out. But I think I’m going to play on UB for an hour. Brian will come home around noon. We’ll grub and then rest a bit. I’ll probably work out, if I can get motivated enough, and then shower and go to work. Put in my time from 4p to 8p and then see if Brian wants to go out (rolling my eyes) later. I think if I bribe him with dinner at Carrabba’s he just might. I took out cash yesterday and everything! I didn’t even get to use it. =(

It’s been a while since we’ve gone out dancing. It’s been a month, I think. I don’t have too much homework yet so I better take advantage while I still can. But now the dillema is what to wear to work so that I don’t have to change later.. I think I might just have to change after work. Even though it’s a weekend there will be a lot of people working and I can’t set a bad example since I’m in leadership now. =(

You’re probably thinking that my life is so shallow and my worries are nothing. I wish that were the case. I have to talk about mundane things to keep from talking about the real issues going on in my life that I am unable to discuss. Like how someone complained about me on our integrity hotline.. I won’t go any further because I’m not allowed to talk about it. Besides, I may still be under investigation. Who knows? Better be safe than sorry. Remind me in a few months. Hopefully, I’ll have survived the ordeal unscathed, I can tell you the story and we can all laugh about it. At this particular point in time, though, I’m not laughing. The opposite is actually true. I cried. I cried a lot on Thursday. That’s when I found out. I think I was mostly in shock. But it was also partly because my feelings were hurt. How could anyone do something like that? After I go out of my way to be nice to everyone?

It was good, though. For a while there I had forgotten that I had feelings, too. I’d gone on for so long being indifferent. It was an awakening.

I also realized that I am so careful and nice to everyone and because of all of the energy that I expend doing so, I end up being crabby and cranky when I come home to Brian. He takes the brunt of my frustrations and he doesn’t deserve it. So I guess, this situation (though unpleasant) is a blessing in disguise. It’s good because it has helped to open my eyes. Look at me, always finding the silver lining!

Then there is that other thing. Something that I created on my own. Is it boredom? I think it’s more than that because I’ve got lots of :toys: to combat my boredom. I think it’s because I haven’t been shopping. Maybe? Normally, I’m always shopping online. Lately, I’ve been more creative with my free time. No shopping. So from a financial standpoint this is a good thing. There are some negative aspects, though.

I think I will need to reassess the situation in the next few days. I’m sure I’ll find other things to do that will have less negative externalities. I may just go back to shopping. After all, it does give me a lot of satisfaction. I don’t know.. But now that I’m thinking about it, I’ve got some planning to do.