Ahem! Please put your librarian stereotypes away.

Miriam WAS a frumpy old librarian in my elementary school.

Modern librarians, though, are pierced, tatted, and super-cool people.

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Are we admiring the asses while they are applesauce wrestling, cause if so I'm in.

Hi! Skipper McSkippy here.

Rose was my MIL's maiden name so I'll just pretend to be related to Cashmere somehow.

Perkins, I sent you snail mail today. I even put a lawyer joke in there.

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Miriam WAS a frumpy old librarian in my elementary school.

These things stay with you. Lauri was the head cheerleader at my HS, and a complete air head. I have always insisted on being called Laura because of this history.

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For a little bit Leif was wanting to be called "Nick". I just keep thinking...

Nick's the kinda guy you can trust. Nick's your buddy. Nick's the kinda guy you drink beers with. The kinda guy that doesn't care if you puke in his car. Nick

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admires Perkins' tats

admires Sparky's navel ring right back.

Thanks, Laura.

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I think your jacket is there and the people who should be checking it in and making a note of it to your account are out wearing it somewhere.

This same theory explains why my Vicodin was not at the pharmacy last night.

And can I just say that I can't type that word or say it without feeling like I have to explain big bad back injury and massive pain and my four-day supply lasted two weeks so I am not really really really not becoming a junkie. Wow, rants really screw with my ability adequately punctuate. Or, to punctuate at all apparently.

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I have always insisted on being called Laura because of this history.

My father's retort when I was wee (so I've only heard in stories) always that Jenny was a mule or a plane and I was his daughter, so make it the whole long name thankyouverymuch.

I'll go by Jen quite happily and usually -- but I loathe Jenny with the heat of a thousand firey suns for myself. Oddly, it works great for me on other people.

Freelancers shouldn't hem and haw so much when I call for quotes. In trying to come up with enough information for him to throw numbers at me, I just figured out that I can do the job myself. Along with the first little job I was going to toss in for updating some Web site information.

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And can I just say that I can't type that word or say it without feeling like I have to explain big bad back injury and massive pain and my four-day supply lasted two weeks so I am not really really really not becoming a junkie.

Honey, it's okay. My doctor finally wrote me a scrip for 60 Percosets toward the end of the whole face thing, after I burned through 4 scrips for 20 each in about 3 weeks. She was very stern about me taking enough, because I hated feeling like a junkie, too.

The plus side is I now have a fuckload of Percoset. Which I will be forcing on my husband tonight, so he can break the pain cycle and stop feeling sorry for himself.

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Alistair is better than Willie. William is a fine name, and Will, Billy, and even Bill are acceptable nicks for the same. But there's nothing manly about Willie. Too much of a wee association there

Willie Mays? Willie McGee? Willie Wilson? Willie McCovey? Willie Stargell? Wee Willie Keeler?

Heck, four of those six people are HoFers, and that's of 61 Willies (though some were Bills e.g. Bill Foster).

There has never been an Alistair who has played in the majors. Ever. Not by any of the alternative spellings, either.

And let's be honest: Willie McGee sounds like a baseball player. Alistair McGee sounds like...

Come hear the sad story of Alistair McGee
They found him a-floating face-down by the quay....

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Ahem! Please put your librarian stereotypes away.

All the librarians I know are super-cool and sexy people. That's the librarian stereotype in JilliLand.

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