July 31, 2004

I could give birth to a pizza baby right now

I just had the best pizza of my entire life. DiGiovanni's--thank you. The wait for a table was slow, the server was incredibly busy, but the food was SO worth it.

Excuse me, I need to lapse into a food coma now.

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Helen Wilson

I went to my friend Helen Wilson's art opening this evening. I tried to find some online pictures of her more recent work, but this and this (scroll all the way down) from a few years ago are the best I can do. Currently, she's really into huge (5' tall x 8' wide) babies with knowing eyes and expressions. Originally, her stuff really freaked me out, but now I own a few pieces (NOT giant, creepy babies) that I love more each time I see them.

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July 29, 2004

Go Teresa!

This post sparked a serious debate in the Ensie-Frinklin household. I disagree completely with Frinklin's idea that the wives of high level politicos need to "fad[e] back into the shadows."

Why shouldn't Teresa Heinz Kerry get a say? She should know John Kerry better than anyone else. She probably has more influence over him than anyone else. I want to know the complete package. I realize a lot of people (often men, I've noticed) completely freaked out over Hillary Clinton (who I alternate between admiring and hating, at times) being such a large part of the Clinton presidency. I think First Ladies are a huge part of the presidency, and always has been. Hillary just made it more obvious. Being married means that you are a team, and being the president requires an enormous amount of support, understanding, and inspiration from your spouse, just as anything else does.

I realize in this day and age it isn't fashionable to depend on your spouse, or even to admit to listening to them about important decisions. It's considered codependent and needy to lean on someone. I often wonder if we might just be a little better off if we DID lean a little more on those people we're supposed to be life partners with. Without that sort of commitment, what's the stinkin' point to getting married (straight AND gay couples included, thank you)?

So, go Teresa! (and Laura, too!) Call me sexist, but I want to hear a woman's point of view.

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My candidate might be a little dull, but at least he's not evil

Saw Kerry speak tonight and I made up my mind. Kerry it is! (if you listen faintly, you can just hear Frinklin's head exploding)

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Amish In the City

I'd like to think I'm better than your average reality show viewer. But I'm so not. I watched Amish In the City last night and I LOVED every minute of it. The Real World with the Amish.

A few notes:

That Reese guy bugs. Lord knows I love my gay men, but he is obnoxious.

Is Ariel the dumbest person alive? Cows from space? Eggs are chicken abortions?

Randy should be a model who never opens his mouth. I don't want to hear that voice or see those teeth.

Kevan. What's up with your name? We all know your name is Kevin. Don't pretend you're special with your "Key-Vaaan."

The rest of the cast will remain on my "good list" until next week when I will reassess.

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July 27, 2004

Intelligent Sex Ed

I love this idea. "Peer pressure" used positively.

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No Murder Pact

Living in California (and listening to talk radio like the old person I apparently am), I hear WAY more about the Scott Peterson trial than is probably healthy. My heart breaks for LaciÂ’s family.

And now thereÂ’s this Mark Hacking character who bought a mattress before he bothered to call in his wifeÂ’s missing person report. Oh, and he completely lied about graduating from college and being accepted to med school.

Can childish men please stop killing their pregnant wives?

When does one come to the decision that killing your wife is a better option then, say, divorce? I understand that divorce can be extremely painful and destructive to all sorts of personal relationships. However, murder and a death sentence can disrupt your life just as well if not better.

Frinklin and I actually had a brief discussion before I agreed to marry him. A “no murder pact,” if you will. We vowed that no matter how terrible our relationship could be in the future or how ugly a custody battle might be over our future unborn children—we wouldn’t kill each other. While we did it in jest (yes, I’m aware I have a dark and possibly evil sense of humor), it’s starting to drive me crazy just how often people see murder as the best way to end their marriage.

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July 26, 2004

Invitations

My Mom came over this evening and spent several hours with me picking out a wedding reception invitation and all the trappings that come with it. Who knew this process was so difficult? We've decided to go with this design because it's simple and pretty. It's all about the casual, and if you don't believe me, please see this entry to review my wedding attire.

In other news...my Mom saw both hands for the first time tonight. And...she liked it! I don't want to edit myself for anyone, so I was hesitant about telling my parents about the blog. But, she liked it. And she liked my writing. And she said she's going to read the archives. So, HI MOM!

I'm so glad I never tried to plan an actual wedding, as this invitation thing alone has exhausted me. I have looked at every hideous wedding theme and design in existence.

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July 24, 2004

Comic-Con International 2004

Frinklin and I attended Comic-Con today at the San Diego Convention Center. We skipped the three hour registration line we stood in last time and were scanned, tagged, and viewing really, really bad amateur art just minutes after walking through the doors (I so wanted to link to some really, really bad fantasy art there, but I’m afraid of the consequences of such a link. There is no shortage of bad fantasy art out there to choose from—feel free to Google “bad fantasy art” and see how many nightmarish images you come up with). Pre-registration is the only way to go.

I love comics. I especially love independent, oddball comics. While Frinklin goes for a lot of the big-tits/big muscles/big explosions stuff I head to the Small Press Pavilion. I buy mini-comics by the handfuls for 50¢ a pop, I search out publishers like Slave Labor Graphics, and I revel in obscure new finds.

A few of my favorites today:

· egg story by J. Marc Schmidt is absolutely fabulous. Who knew eggs went through such angst over their lives? Who knew an egg could have ninja aspirations?
· Domestic Abuse by Jeremy Lambros is genius. The dramas and anxieties of everyday objects are simply illustrated with maximum impact. This is one of those comics you either get or you don’t. I’ve added him to my permanent links with a banner he supplied. He updates his site daily with a new comic. How I love this one.
· Martin's Misdirection by James Burks is just as great as last year. His art is wonderful and I love Thurston. Thurston for President!

I also want to give a round of applause to those who dressed up for the Con. Well done. Well done. Especially that guy dressed as the Green Lantern. And that other guy dressed like Aragorn. And the 17 or so Legolas elves. And the 300 Jedi. Kudos to you all. Except for you, girl wearing the creepy fur-kini. You know who you are.

P.S. Where were you Tyler? IÂ’m waiting for my next installment of Stylish Vittles. I realize you have a life and all, but I need to know what happens!

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July 23, 2004

If we give gay people rights, then everyone will want them!

I love Lynn for posting 12 Reasons Same Sex Marriage Will Ruin Society.

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I did not fire Dr. Chiropractor

But he's still on thin ice.

We discussed my treatment and decided to keep going. I figured he would counter my, "I feel worse now that before I started seeing you," statment with the "Your muscles got used to carrying your body a certain way for 27 years, so now they're a little PO'd that you're making them change," argument.

After further talks with Frinklin and my Mom, I decided to stick it out until at least the 6 month mark. It helps that he spent a full half hour with me today. My neck can twist all the way to the left again!

While there, I was asked about a particular torture-device Dr. Chiropractor uses to shake your hips loose from your body (or something along those lines). The asker was a very large black man, well over six feet tall. When I mentioned to the Doc that his office was full today, he said he had begun treating some professional atheletes. I'm not a huge sports nut, but I'm a fan of my local (and traditionally sucky) Padres and Charges, so I asked it the tall black man was a Charger.

"No," he replied, "He's a Raider."

The look of horror on my face must have been significant. I was shocked that he would betray San Diego by assisiting our greatest football rivals. The Doc quickly followed up with, "But he's retired!"

He better be, Doc. He better be.

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I'm going to talk about periods now

Is Playtex® trying to piss me off? I love the new ad:

A woman is sitting on a bar stool with men clustered around her. She is laughing and smiling. Apparently, she is extremely confident (you’ll learn just why she is so supposedly confident momentarily). An insert in the top right hand corner of the ad shows a cute little baby in diapers with a clothespin on his or her nose. Next to the baby are the words “Pads don’t just feel like diapers.”

Hello?

So…the girl in the ad is confident because her period doesn’t smell like baby poop? Baby poop? Seriously? I hate to get really personal for a moment but—I’m pretty sure I don’t smell like baby poop—menstruating or not.

Dear Playtex,

Don’t you think acknowledging the fact that women DON’T smell bad during their periods would make women more confident than introducing some bogus “deodorant tampon?”

Oh, wait, how silly of me. That would expose your entire Deodorant Tampon Division as lying rat bastard. Hope I didnÂ’t give away their secret.

Your customer nevermore,

Ensie

Feel free to contact Playtex directly and explain how you (or any women if you don't happen to be one) DON'T smell like baby poop at:

Playtex Consumer Affairs
PO Box 701
Allendale, NJ 07401

888-310-4290

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July 22, 2004

Dr. Chiropractor and Me

I have the day off from work tomorrow. Yay!

I have to drive to an appointment with Dr. Chiropractor at 8:30 am! Right next to my work! An hour away from my house! Suck!

Dr. Chiropractor and I will be having a heart-to-heart tomorrow morning. He doesn't know this yet, but he will, soon enough. Since beginning my chiropractic treatment several months ago I am out several hundred dollars, but I feel as though I'm nothing but one big hurt. If it's not my neck, it's my chest. My back is sore, and I don't see much of a change in the hump. My hips are probably still 3/4 of and inch off.
What am I paying this man for if he's not doing anything? I've become bottom-priority girl at his office. They didn't even bother to tell me that they are no longer seeing patients on Monday mornings. I showed up, and no one was there. I found out a week later.

This is not good.

I don't want to be a quitter, but unless Dr. Chiropractor wants to step up, he's fired.

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How I Feel About Big Boobs (by someone who knows)

(I already know I will regret writing this before I even see my Google referrals tomorrow. Megan, this better be worth it)
I've got some big boobs. They're in proportion to my body, so they don't look completely out of place, but they're there. I can't hide 'em. Can't shrink 'em. Can't see my feet.
A lot of people spend a lot of time wishing that they had big boobs. Let me tell you right now - you donÂ’t. Not really. All it would take is just one day (possibly less) of having them to make you realize that you donÂ’t really want them.
Now, let me be clear; I’m not talking about gravity-defying, unnatural, freakish boobs of the silicone or saline variety. I speak of the natural and God-given chest trophies that so many of us are endowed with (often at an unusually early age - thanks for that double whammy!). Fake boobs are a whole ‘nother thing. Trust me. I’m an expert; I live in Southern California.
IÂ’m also not talking about you girls with Cs strapped to your chest, OK? Cs are pretty average from my understanding. IÂ’m sure a few will disagree, just like there will be those Triple-N sisters out there who argue over my classification of my own DDs as large. I feel for the larger ladies, but I can only speak for myself when it comes to this issue.
For those who lament their itty bitty titties, let me enlighten you as to the truth of big breasted-ness:

I have NEVER spilled a single drop of food on my lap. EVER. I do, however, have plenty of splotches and blotches on the chest area of many of my shirts. Do you know how to get catsup out of polyester? I dream of owning snow white T-shirts.

There are about three places I can purchase bras that fit. Lane Bryant, Sears, and JC Penny. Since I began boycotting JC Penny a few year ago (itÂ’s a long story for another day) my options are pretty limited. On a side note to Lane Bryant, why do you carry size 28 underwear (which well over twice the size I need), but you only carry bras with cup sizes of DD or less? WouldnÂ’t you expect a woman wearing size 28 panties to need something a little more substantial? IÂ’ve always wondered about that.

Can I get a sports bra please? Come on people! We can send satellites to Saturn, but we canÂ’t create a well-fitting and (this is the key) supportive sports bra over a C cup. How am I supposed to exercise without uni-boob (the melding of two breasts into one unit carried at the center of the chest) or quadri-boob (the bra becomes so tight it cuts your boobs off at the top and causes extra boobage to spill out the top)?

Just because I can fit into a size 14 doesnÂ’t mean my boobs can.

Face it, big boobs are like pets. You canÂ’t ever forget about them. You have to take care of them, moniter them, check in on them regularly. If you donÂ’t, who knows what could be going on! Big boobs have a life of their own. If you donÂ’t keep an eye (and a bra) on them, theyÂ’ll run away, and youÂ’ll find them years later, hanging at your knees.
I envy the A-Cuppers who can throw on a shirt over bare skin. Revel in that feeling of freedom for me!

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Dykes to Watch Out For

I feel like such a rockstar! I wrote to one of my favorite comic authors/artists, Alison Bechdel, who allowed me to use one of her Dykes to Watch Out For images as a link:

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Small victories. You have to celebrate the small victories.

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July 21, 2004

How My Memory Works

Earlier today I had a hilariously funny post planned. It was so funny, you would be laughing right now. However, in between the time I watched Hulk Hogan say something weird on VH1's "I Love the 90s" and now, my brain stopped working. So now, the only part of the post I can remember is this:

If I ever see Hulk Hogan say...um...somthing...funny....again, it'll be too soon!

It just isn't the same. Maybe someday I'll think of it, and then it'll be really funny.

Really.

I swear.

Dammit.

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July 20, 2004

Never Ceases To Amaze Me

God, my neighbors are stupid.

Male Neighbor directly across the street seems to have an unlimited supply of money for all sorts of toys. In the past few months he has purchased a (very large) truck, a Spa (still sitting in their driveway), a dunebuggy (to keep the other one company?), and a brand-new BMW 325xi. Approximately one week after purchasing the shiny, silver Beemer, it disappeared and has not reappeared.

I heard that shortly before the car disappeared Male Neighbor was bragging that was happy to "scare the crap out of anyone willing to take a ride."

Since the car vanished, I have seen Male Neighbor hopping on crutches several times, apparently nursing a broken femur. Ow. His wife broke three ribs and needs plastic surgery.

Apparently the BMW 325xi doesn't corner quite as well as he hoped at 110 mph (or so a little bird told me).

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And the Other Half

All archives are posted, although I was more than a little embarrassed over the first few posts. I've tried to remain faithful, however, and I have not edited them (much).

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July 19, 2004

Half the archives are moved

And it only took me and hour and a half. I'll do the rest tomorrow.

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July 18, 2004

There's something special about the first time

Big ups to Miss Apropos for giving me my very first referral on MuNu.

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