Molly (and Polly) are 19th century nicknames for Mary.

I know I've told it before, but I don't care! When I was about five, one of my parent's couple friends were Polly and John. I loved her name so much. Once I asked her whether I could call her Polly. Before her answer was out, both of my parents chimed in unison, "No, you may not ['The horror, the horror!" implied.]" Pouty-pout-pout-pout. Mrs. B would have said, "No," too, but. Wow. I still remember that so vividly. Why so such an impact, little Jen?

My car is now named Polly, though. My niece remembered me telling her that story, and she suggested it when I was mentioning that I still hadn't named my car. Funny.

I'd have been Angus George.

Good think I was a girl, I guess.

I was almost an Allison or a Laura, and really nearly a Rebecca until my mom had one in her class that she claims really was the devil's spawn.

My favorite name of all of my friends' children is Eliza Ruby. I love it, and I don't know why. Neither of those names is one I'd choose, but together, they are perfect to me.

[I'm having trouble with possessives and plurals today]

I think I've said before how my father's mother gave my mother a list of acceptable girls' names for me, and Mom picked the one she didn't hate. I think she had more leeway with my sister.

I can't remember what I was going to be if I were a boy. But Mom wanted Michelle Leann (or maybe it was Meredith).

Mom was almost Karen but another girl was born just before Mom and was named Karen so grandma changed it, then Karen's family moved away.

Mom insisted on naming my brother, he went 3 days without a name (I think it took 2 days to settle on my nephew's name, before they changed it I mean). There was disagreement about his first name because it was the same as: 1 sister's dog, the other sister's ex boyfriend, and 1 of dad's brother's then girlfriend. But my uncle and his girlfriend broke up, the dog died, and the only reason anyone mentions them is for this story.

My dad was a JR and I would have been the III, if I had been a boy.

I always thought that if I ever had a baby girl, I'd love to name her Alicia Marie, after my two grandmothers (Alice and Mary, but better known as Mae).

Interview was OK -- I think my voice sounded shaky for some of it, and I was a little rambley. Seemed OK more or less. I think I probably did medium.

Jen, did you say this was your first phone interview? I remember being super nervous for my first phone interview, but once I had that first one out of the way and knew more or less what to expect, subsequent ones have been easier. Anyway, fingers crossed for you!

My parents considered naming me Greta, which horrified me when I found this out as a kid, but now I think it would be pretty cool.

I've been married for 115.88 Kardashians. Impressive.

Ha! 5.89 for me.

Yeah, it was my first, Kate, and thanks -- good to hear they get easier.

I've never conducted one either, so I have no idea what it's like from the other side, but I've been on one to many muted conference calls with people next to me to be entirely comfortable with their being able to look at each other about me without my being there!

Kardashian's as a unit of marriage time, ah-ha-ha-ha! I love that.