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Heh. Go look up your name on Babynamer and click the “drawbacks” link (if you get one). Mine are pretty funny. For the record, I’ve never gotten “Kiss-stine,” “Kris-stink,” or “Kristeeny the Meany.” I have been known to bristle at “Krissy” though. And there was that kid in the second grade who made me cry in gym class when he kept calling me “Krispy Wheats ‘n’ Raisins.” Go to hell, Donny Miller! (Link courtesy of PCJM.)

Updated to say: Allow me to introduce my husband, “Hot Rod”. HA!

I know I spend way too much time on AskMeFi, but this is such an interesting debate: “If I say to you, “The 5 o’clock meeting has been pushed forward 1 hour,” what do you understand the new meeting time to be?”My immediate response was 4:00. The Snook said 6:00. And then we argued about it all the way to work this morning. What do you think?

AskMeFi gems I’m bookmarking for future reference: “Which comic books do geeky chicks like?” and “So what’s the deal with Britney Spears’s breasts?”

Yet Another Thing You Don’t Hear in Indiana…
Me: Man, it’s freezing out! Where the heck did this cold weather come from?
Snook: Antarctica.
Me: Oh.

We’re officially halfway through NaBloPoMo, and I’ve just been cruisin’. Hell, half the time I have to refrain from posting more each day. I’ve been surprised at how many people seem to find it difficult though. I’ve been following Rashenbo’s reviews and it seems like fully a third of the participants are out of the running. And Fussy linked to this complaint by someone who claims they nearly had a NERVOUS BREAKDOWN from blogging. Really? Am I doin’ this wrong or somethin’? Let’s just take a deep breath, folks. You don’t have to approach every post like you’re going for the Pulitzer. It’s okay to be silly and fun sometimes. (She says in justification for her verbal – and typographic – diarrhea…)

Blog-birthday boy Kevin pointed me to this trailer for the upcoming Charlotte’s Web movie, and while I can see his point about the Hollywood voices being distracting, I still predict I’m going to love it. I also predict I’m going to cry a lot. I can remember the exact day I read the ending of that book, sobbing at the babysitter’s before school. Even Dakota Fanning can’t ruin that.

You know how you can try really hard at something for a long time and be sorta okay at it, but then you introduce someone else to it and they’re a friggin’ natural, and then you’re torn between being happy for them and being frustrated that it’s so hard for you? Yeah, well that was this morning ALL OVER. The Snook went out this morning for a run with the Nike kit while I did my workout DVD. I sorta knew he was faster than me, but since we almost always run together I never knew just how much faster. Folks, he finished his 5K in, like, 27 minutes AND posted an eight-minute mile! I HAVEN’T RUN AN EIGHT-MINUTE MILE SINCE HIGH SCHOOL. So on one hand, yay, go Snookums, you speedy Gonzales, you! On the other hand, I’m starting to feel less like a training partner and more like an ANCHOR. (No, I didn’t upload his run; if I did I’d never hit another Personal Best!)

Kel has discovered myspace. Hey, that’s one more friend for me! (I log in to the site about once a month. I’m pathetic.)

How to Piss Me Off
Me: So I was talking to this guy at knitting the other day–
Jerk: Was he gay?
Me: Excuse me?
Jerk: Was the guy gay?
Me: Why in the world is that relevant to the story?
Jerk: I’m just curious!
Me: Well, how in the world would I know if he’s gay?
Jerk: Come on.
Me: As I don’t plan on having sex with him anytime soon, I consider it to be NONE OF MY BUSINESS.

What is it with people? Am I the only one that thinks this question is one of the rudest things to ask somebody? (Unless you’re trying to pick them up, that is.) I wouldn’t ask a new acquaintance how much money they make or how much they weigh. Why is it socially acceptable to ask who they sleep with? GAHHHHHHH. (Not to mention the implication that all men who knit are homosexual. DOUBLE GAAHHHHHHH.)