Would it be totally wierd to put it on?

I think it's weird because it's too close - like I would wear my boyfriend's sweatshirt, ot a close friend's, but otherwise no.

I got thrown in the pool by a bunch of (really hot and cut) Marines in Rio de Janeiro and one of them gave me his Marine sweatpants to wear home. I totally had a little crush on him forever.

I changed my name when I married Hec for a conglomeration of half-assed reasons (my birth name has been spelled and pronounced correctly without extensive coaching by maybe three people ever; not-great relationship with my father's side of the family; Hec's first wife didn't change her name and I was by God going to be the anti-her; and a completely stupid notion that it would signal to Emmett that I was a part of his family, his tribe, not a weird-named interloper invading his territory -- he absolutely could not have cared less, as it turned out, and the only thing that redeemed me from interloper status was bringing Matilda into the world, and he still couldn't care less about my name).

I'm not sure I would go through the hassle of changing it again if I had it to do over, especially since the whole thing has highlighted for me just how much I utterly don't care about my surname one way or the other. My first name is my name; my surname is a useful identifier for bureaucracies and such.

Also, call me Jackie and I will cut you.

ION, Hec is off doing the Emmett commute and I just showered, loaded up the laundry bag, and took the recycling down. It took about 15 minutes, and, because there's no baby-proofed room in the apartment, I had to leave Matilda in her playpen for the duration. She sobbed and howled the entire time. Clearly audible from the ground floor of the building (we're on the third floor), brick-red face, streaming eyes and nose, wails of utter despair. She's now nestled contentedly in my lap playing with her toes and mine, and I feel partly like the shittiest mom in history and partly woeful and resentful. How the hell is this going to work? How will anything ever get done?

I got thrown in the pool by a bunch of (really hot and cut) Marines in Rio de Janeiro and one of them gave me his Marine sweatpants to wear home. I totally had a little crush on him forever.

Shoooot... after that story I have a little crush on him forever.

Hey - NICOLE!!! I'm in DENVER!!!! Well, the airport and for another 30 minutes or so - but I'm Muppet waving in your direction and getting some mighty odd looks.

That reminds me. If I ever have disposable cash again, I really want Muppet DVD's. I need me some Gonzo and Animal.

Oh, ita -- The Boy wanted me to thank you for the shoe link yesterday.

Oh, and I did my push-ups on my toes instead of my knees!

Which sort of rocked.

They weren't very deep, and I dropped a knee on our holds between sets, but they were on my damn toes.

Oh, and I did my push-ups on my toes instead of my knees!

Does this mean that Trudy will be able to kill people with her little toe soon in addition to ita being able to kill people with her pinky? Awesome.

Related to killing: A professor has just asked one of those questions that would require me to prove a negative for every civil law country in the world. Kill. Me. Now.

Teppy, I'm glad he liked them. He was totally the first person I thought of when I got over the "Oooh! I totally can't wear those." reaction.

Does this mean that Trudy will be able to kill people with her little toe soon in addition to ita being able to kill people with her pinky? Awesome.

I am far far far from ita's killing ability.

But I do enjoy kicking.

A lot.

Its like, one day, all my testosterone showed up...

(Actually, I think Cass goosed it with the race cars)

She was Winters and he was Neufeld, so now they're Winterfeld.

I don't even know these people, and yet I will never forgive them for missing out on the opportunity to be the Neuters.

Ex-Mr. Jen and I thought briefly about combining our names, but nothing really appealed: Koseich? Teiski? Keich? (The latter of which, given the way his last name was pronounced, would have sounded like an anti-Semitic slur.) Um, no thanks.

So I just took his name, because like JZ no one has EVER been able to spell or pronounce my strange, multisyllabic pseudo-Polish last name, and I thought it would be easier to take a shorter, unisyllabic pseudo-German name. I learned quickly that fewer syllables != ease of pronounciation, and I spent just as much time spelling out a shorter name. Plus I kept thinking everyone was talking about my mother-in-law when they referred to me as Mrs. HisLastName. So I gave up and took back my maiden name long before we divorced.

Now I'm just holding out for a guy named Smith.