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Posted on November 25, 2004 by under Sex.    

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What Kind of Car are You?

Posted on November 20, 2004 by under Life.    

Brian and I were talking about cars the other day..  You know, since we’re preoccupied about that stuff lately.  He wants to be practical and perhaps get a good reliable used car for me.  I was thinking that if that were the case I’d just wait a couple of years and get the car that I really want.  But then, we don’t think Sunny will last six months, let alone two years!

In trying to think of suitable cars, I asked Brian what kind of car he thought I would be if I were a car and not a person.  He said that I would be a Cadillac XLR.  I don’t even know what those look like so I had to ask him to elaborate.  He goes, “You know.. Classy with nice lines.”  I bust up laughing.  He must be thinking of someone else, surely!  I would never in a million years describe myself as classy.  You’re talking to a girl who picks her nose, likes to sniff armpits, thinks farting the alphabet while aiming it at your spouse is hilarious and burps louder than Shrek.

Anyway, I was thinking to myself that I could get a car to match my personality.  So I asked him, “Can I afford a Cadillac XLR?”  He goes, “Hell no!”  Ack, how can he be telling me I resemble a car that I can’t even afford?  WTF?!

Then he starts thinking, “What did we say I was again?”  I go, “A Suburban” as I burst into laughter.  I remember telling him he reminded me of a Suburban because he’s big and roomy.  He goes, “Oh, yeah..  Because I’m strong and powerful with lots of room in the trunk.”

I go, “You could be a Suburban with a flat tire” just because I like picking on him.  He goes, “Great.  So not only am I big, I’m slow too.  You could say that I’m a Suburban with a flat tire and misfiring piston because I’m a little crazy too.”

And then, of course, I had to bring back the conversation to me..  Because of how self-absorbed I am.  You know how it goes.  Seriously though, I really didn’t buy that Cadillac crap.  I think he must be wanting to get laid or something.  But I digress, I want a car that would resemble my personality so I had him keep thinking.  And then I came up with an idea on my own..  “I could be an RX8,” I tell him.  But he disagreed.  He said I wasn’t fast and racy.

So I still don’t know.  Hmmm..  Now I it’s your turn to ponder the question: if you were a car, what kind of car would you be?  Do you think I would be a Cadillac convertible?  If not, what car do you think I would be?  I’m curious!  Leave the answer in the comments.  I’m hoping we’ll get some interesting ones. =)

UPDATE: I went to the Cadillac website and checked out what an XLR looks like so I know what Brian is talking about.  I gotta admit.  They’re pretty spiffy.  I think I just replaced my dream car!  Lotus Elise step aside.  Ching wants an XLR in blue steel now!  Maybe when I win the lottery!  LOL!  

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Stages of Grief

Posted on November 15, 2004 by under Life.    

You know how good things happen to you sometimes and then shitty things happen to you sometimes too?  Well, this has been a week of shitty things.

On Saturday, I got up bright eyed and bushy tailed, all gung ho for my (now pretty regular) Saturday morning workout regimen.  Step (aerobics) for an hour, then hi/low (high and low impact interval aerobics) for 45 minutes right after than and then PHAT (pretty hips, abs and thights) for 30 minutes after that.  Sarah and I decided we wanted to play racquetball and since there weren’t any courts available at the North branch of the YMCA (where we do our regular Saturday morning workout), we drove to the downtown branch.  We met this lady who was quite a character but that’s another blog entry on its own.  After playing racquetball, we have lunch at this one Vietnamese resto on Broadway.

Sarah doesn’t want to bring Benny food so she tells him we’re at Applebees.  The plan totally backfires.  He wants food.  So we drive to Applebees (on 21st and Rock) to get Benny food.  We drive to Benny’s (Webb and Harry) and bring him his food.  Her excuse for not staying and hanging out is me; we’re supposedly running errands together so we make up things to do.

We go to the 13th Avenue Warren (13th and Greenwich) and get our movie tickets for later that evening (After the Sunset, which is pretty good by the way; Salma Hayek is way hotter than ever before).  Then we decide we want to go check out some workout clothes at Dick’s (21st and Rock again).  Nothing on sale at Dick’s.  We figure there will be cheaper workout clothes at the brand spankin’ new Super Target (21st and Greenwich).  With our morning and afternoon spent, we head on back downtown to YMCA where Sarah’s car is parked.

As we drive to get on the freeway, we notice that my car won’t shift.  It’s going at 5000 RPM and is not shifting.  Sarah freaks out and refuses to let me get on the highway.  This has happened before so I’m pretty used to it.  I’m like, “Whatever.”  The car finally budges and I convince Sarah that it’s okay to get on the highway.  I drop her off and then head on home.

On the way home, I notice that my “Check Engine Soon” light is lit.  That’s new.  Now I too am freakin’ out.  I decided to stay on regular 30 mph roads instead of taking 135 highway.  My route is Douglas to Woodlawn and Woodlawn home.  Slow and safe.

I don’t really drive anywhere.  We are usually in Brian’s car so poor little Sunny (my car, to those of you who are new to my world), who isn’t used to being driven around so much, probably couldn’t handle it and just got exhausted.  Maybe I gave her a minor stroke from all the driving back and forth we did.

Brian thinks that my ten year old car has finally gone tits up.  It’s about time, as far as he is concerned.  He’s been urging me to get a new car for a while.  Now it seems I don’t have a choice.  So let me describe to you the rollercoaster of emotions that I’ve experienced over the last three days, which Brian and I have creatively dubbed the “Seven Stages of Mourning the Demise of Your Beloved but Shitty Vehicle.”

My car is pefectly fine!  I refuse to buy a new car.  I will wait until 2006 when I am out of school.  My car still runs.  Until I am found stranded on the side of the road and I am among the creepy hitchhikers desperately trying to hitch a ride home, I shall not consider buying a new car.

What the fuck?!  How can this shit happen to me?  Why couldn’t it wait just two more freakin’ years?!  Two years!!  Is that so much to ask?!!

What are we going to do?  We are poor and we are broke.  We can’t afford another car payment?  Let alone another insurance payment!  I haven’t had a car payment in so long, I don’t even remember what it’s like!  How are we going to live?  What are we going to buy food with?  Does this mean I can’t shop whenever I feel like it anymore?

I can’t believe my car has finally crapped out on me.  My car that I’ve had since – forever!  My car that I drove to South Padre in..  My car that has had at least five different people get speeding tickets in..  My car that has witnessed countless road heads (and other perverted sex acts that shall remain unnamed)..  My car that drove me to Wellington to get my first tattoo..  My poor little decrepit, incapacitated baby..  Boo hoo!  Waaa waa!  You get the idea.

We are going to be fine.  I’m going to be fine.  I can let go.  Granted Sunny is priceless and has immense sentimental value but I’ll survive.  We can get rid of her.  We’ll make ends meet.  We’ll get something cheap and practical and really nerdy (like maybe a Hyundai or a Kia) and we’ll budget, budget, budget.  Less eating out.  No more Armani.  No more Healing Waters.  We can do it.  We’ll still have food in our bellies and I can have a more reliable car to drive and a new car to desecrate with my perverted sex acts.

This means I get to pick one out!  Which is just like shopping for clothes only ten times better!  I’ll get to have a CD player (since the 10 disc changer in Sunny quit working a couple of years ago), power windows, power locks..  Maybe even a sunroof?  And they come in such juicy colors!  How fun!

So while we’re picking out cars, I guess we could check out one of the brand new MR2 Spyders..  Or maybe a Mini Cooper convertible?  Or a Nissan NSX?  BMW M3?  Or maybe even a Lotus Elise!!  Holy shit!!

All of that in the span of three days!  Can you believe it?

[ P.S. I was just reading through this blog entry when I came to the realization that this would mean no more video games and no more sex toys and no more of a lot of things!  I think I’m back to the ANXIETY stage again.  Yikes! ]  

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Halo 2

Posted on November 9, 2004 by under Games.    


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Needless to say, Brian got his way.  He got Halo 2 today.  I won’t see him again for another two weeks!

And to think he texted me earlier today to say he was horny.  Well, now that Halo 2 is in the picture it’s buh-bye Stanley!

How sad my life is!

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Busy Day

Posted on November 7, 2004 by under Life.    


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Today was one of the busiest days ever.  Brian and I got up at 10:30 AM so we could meet our trainer at the Y.  Got done with that at noon, got gas for my car and more cash for tipping the massage therapists, grubbed at Arby’s and then headed to Healing Waters for our couples massage.

Got there with plenty of time to spare, (our appointment was for 1:00 PM) so we chilled for a bit.  I really enjoy sitting next to the fire, in the warm and comfy robe and nubby slippers.  Our appointment was for an hour and a half of the couples aromatherapy massage this time so we were there until 2:30 PM.  I told my friend that I would meet her at 3:00 PM to discuss our group project so after changing and checking out and scheduling our next appointments (bikini wax on December 19 and another hour and a half couples massage on January 9) we were running very, very late.

I had asked Brian the other day if he knew how to get to Barnes & Noble out West and he said he did so I trusted that he knew where he was going.  On the way, I call my friend.  Her husband answered.  I guess it was her home phone number that I had.  He said she wasn’t home because she was meeting one of her friends from school.  This was good sign.  It meant that she went to the bookstore.  I was worried that she had dropped the class because she didn’t show up last Thursday.

So anyway, we get off on Dugan and it suddenly dawns on Brian that he was going to Best Buy.  I guess he had Best Buy on the brain instead of Barnes & Noble.  He’s like, “It’s okay we can get back on the highway.”

We are running very, very late but I do my best to remain calm.  Finally he takes me to New Market Square.  I’m like, “What the fuck?!  There’s no Barnes & Noble here?!  This is Borders!”  At this point, I’m flipping out because it’s 3:30 PM and we don’t know where the fuck we are.  I’m this close to crying.  I get frustrated really easily, as you can probably already tell.  I’m thinking, “I can’t believe this is happening to me.”

I called Jen’s husband again.  I’m like, “Did she tell you where she was going?  Did she go to Borders or Barnes & Noble?”  He’s like, “She didn’t say.”  He has no clue where the Barnes & Noble is on the West side so no help there but he did give me her cellphone number which I didn’t previously have.  So that was really good.

In the meantime, Brian has called information to ask for the address of the Barnes & Noble in West Wichita.  Come to find out, there isn’t one.  At the same time that this is going on I’m calling Jen.  She confirms that she is indeed at Borders.  Sigh of relief.  Great, we are at the right place.  Thank the Lord!

We do our thing there and we get done around 4:45 PM.  I’m starving and want to go somewhere to eat.  We had full intention of going to Philippine Grille until Brian pointed out what time it was.  And I had promised both Henry (Brian’s boss) and Ashley that I would meet them for racquetball at 5:00 PM.  So now dinner is scratched and I’m changing into workout shorts while Brian is driving.  We get to the Y around 5:10 PM.  Brian just dropped me off.  He uses every excuse not to play these days.  But that’s cool because Henry and Deb came so we got to play doubles with them.  It was fun.

We got done at 7:00 PM and promptly went to Chipotle to pig out.  Now I’m home and I’m sleepy.  I don’t feel like doing homework so I’m blogging.  Yikes!

I think I’m going to turn in early tonight.  Have a good evening ya’ll!

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