Just did and this is me JUMPING AROUND LIKE A CRAZY THING!!!! WOOHOO!!

Aims, seriously, if they really did choose a name for their child specifically to mess with you? They have problems in the head such that you needn't even bother with a smiting. Air-quote "friends" tend to not stick around; by the time your Maggie is old enough to know that some people have the same names for no reason at all, they'll probably be long gone from your lives. And if they're not, so what. Margaret/Maggie is a lovely name (my best friend is a Margaret!) and it's *your* choice; that's what makes it special. Your Maggie will meet other Maggies in her life. Why they named their kid what they did is not worth a moment more of your energy.

And the passive-aggressive comment about your Christmas card? Screw her. She's just jealous 'cause you're prettier than her.

looking at Ryan pictures. Am ded, of course, from the cute. But, being a non-parent, and in wonderment of the whole mixing two sets of genes together to make a new off spring, I am amazed at how little Ryan's face has so many characteristics of BOTH parents! All the best ones too!

Aimee, I had a very good friend in grad school. When she was pregnant we were talking about names and I told her that since I was a young girl I had wanted to name a child Emily Nicole. You can guessed what she named her daughter. I told her she filched my name. She was truly surprised, hadn't realized until I told her that the name had come from me.

At first I was irked, later I decided it was, in a way, an indication of her affection for me. And then Emily turned out to be the most popular girl's name for the next 5 years and I decided she had saved me from myself. And thus, Frances Lucy was born.

I'll agree with the crowd that it probably she probably didn't intentionally steal the name, Aims, but if you want I can still make snide remarks about baby weight behind her back with you.

ask the sushi chef

I'm not sure if he speaks English or how well or how open he is to sharing. It's a family place. The woman who runs the front of the house likes us, so maybe I'll ask her if he'd be open to sharing his secrets.

The first time I got a pile of sushi, I got a glare from Grandpa (I'm just assuming he's grandpa), but now he just looks a little sly as he gets another roll out of the fridge. OK, he intimidates me.

I have noticed that rinsing the rice makes a big difference, even though Hubby thinks it's silly. And smoked salmon makes a great filling.

You know though, as much and as long as I have mentioned to my friends that if I ever had a girl I would name her Lucy? I'd be annoyed if they chose it.

Maybe not angry, but they would at least get an eyeroll.

While I can be prone to hypochondria, I think I have a ruptured eardrum. For about a week, my ear has felt really full, but I could clear it by swallowing hard or doing the valsalva to pop my ear. But over the past 2 days, it won't pop, my hearing in that ear is quite reduced, and -- most notably -- there's a LOT of (I believe this is the scientific term) Oozy Ick in my outer ear. It's not wax; it's nasty crusty Ick. And when I clean it away, within a few hours there's more.

It doesn't sound like my ruptured eardrum, which was a huge relief of gushed-out liquid at ass o' clock in the morning (I woke up because my pillow was soaked and my ear suddenly didn't hurt, something I recall nearly 30 years after the fact) after a huge, weeping bout of ear pain, but I'd still say call your doctor.

Hmm. So it could be Random Oozy Ick, along with a stuffy ear.

Either way, it ain't normal, so I guess it's the doctor for me.

ION, if you are eating leftover (or fresh) chili, and you ran out of cheese and oyster crackers, I gotta say that cheese crackers are a fabulous substitute.

I need to win the lottery today so that we can stay at the beach forever.