National Grammar Day: Earning my nerd status . . . again.

Hi, this is Emily. I bet you didn’t know today is a holiday – it’s National Grammar Day! The nerds of the world are excited. In honor of this blessed occasion, we’ve asked our friend and long-time reader Mary from Giving Up on Perfect to guest post about one of my favorite subjects, grammar. Thanks Mary! Happy National Grammar Day to the rest of you.

When I was in seventh grade, I drew the short straw when it came to English class. See, my middle school had two teachers who taught seventh-grade English. Mr. C was a bushy-haired, polyester-wearing hippie. Ms. B was a severe, frowning grammar dictator.

Everyone wanted to be in Mr. C’s class. Guess which class I was assigned to.

The rumors were true. Ms. B was mean. And demanding. And . . . a good teacher.

Yes, I admit it. I learned a lot in that seventh grade English class. For one, I learned how to recite all the pronouns. We had to memorize them, and really, what’s more fun for a 13-year-old than saying, “He, she, it” as fast as possible? (Try it. See how fun that is.)

For two, I learned to respect the English language. (I had to, or else I would have gotten an eighth hour.) I learned that proper grammar, along with our friends, punctuation and spelling (ah, yes, spelling), were important.

It was good timing, that class with its book reports and parts of speech and red pens, because my glory days were quickly coming to an end.

I’m talking about the days of the spelling bee, of course. Because it’s time to be honest: I’ve been a grammar nerd, a word nerd, a nerdy nerd for a really long time.

Based on this geeky history, which continued into high school with the academic team (Yeah. Go ahead and call it “nerd bowl.” You won’t be the first.), you probably won’t be surprised to learn that I am one of those. Those people who think you should use things like proper grammar and spell check, even in a blog post.

Especially in a blog post.

Today is National Grammar Day, and in honor of this most prestigious holiday (Why isn’t the bank closed, anyway?), I thought about sharing my favorite grammar tips with you. But then I sat down to write my tips, and I realized that so many others have said it before and said it better.

Instead, I’m going to share some fun grammar links with you. If you have even a tiny bit of the nerd in you, check out these sites:

National Grammar Day: From tips to quizzes to podcasts (about grammar! Yay!), this site is full of grammar goodies.
The Grammar Nazi Is In by Doritos for Dinner: I love this, and, as I mentioned, I couldn’t have said it better myself.
The “Blog” of “Unnecessary” Quotation Marks: Need I say more?
The Grammar Blog says it’s been mocking poor grammar since 2007. I like that. I like the mocking. It’s good.

That’s all for today, class. Have a wonderful Grammar Day, and please, for the love of red pens and AP Stylebooks, use your spell check.

When she’s not proofreading ads, editing newsletter articles or writing perfectly punctuated press releases, Mary can be found at her blog, Giving Up on Perfect. And yes, she sees the irony in that blog name when compared to her obsession with all things grammar.

(oh hi, it’s Emily again. I just had to butt in and say how much I enjoyed this blog post, and how much I relate to it. I had a “Ms. B” as well, except mine was a “Mrs. R.” All of you Valley View people out there, say it with me now… am, is, are, was, were…)

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A Pharmaceutical Limerick

I know this is technically not a limerick. It is, however, autobiographical.

*ahem*

Liquor before beer,
Never fear.

Wellbutrin before liquor,
Never sicker.

What do you think? Ok, I won’t quit my day job.

I first discovered this little equation a few months ago, when after a night on the town, I was sick the next day. And by sick, I mean I wanted. To. Die. It was awful. I had, however, imbibed a couple dozen drinks the night before, so I figured it was a run-of-the-mill hangover. Except it lasted all day long and I wanted to die. And it was Christmas Eve.

So I recovered eventually, and a month or so later we had friends over and I had a couple drinks. I’m not under-estimating that – I had two! Or maybe two and a half. But again, the next day, I was sick. I felt awful the entire day until I went to bed.

After that incident I recalled having read cautions about drinking alcohol while taking my anti-depressant of choice, Wellbutrin. I started to think that maybe, perhaps my illnesses were so pronounced because of the medication. That made me a little nervous about drinking at all, mostly because I was scared to feel horrible all day again but also because I wondered what the heck the combination was doing to my body if it left me feeling so bad. In fact, I was so nervous that when we went to Blissdom, I was afraid to get my drink on!

The irony of being unable to drink in a room full of teetotalers holding two free drink tickets a piece was not lost on me.

It was rather tragic.

Fast forward to tonight (or last night, what time is it anyway?). I met a group of friends after work for dinner, and then we went on to see Wicked. Not thinking a thing of it, I joined the rest of the girls (except the preggos, of course) in having a Wickedtini. Dinner was delicious, the company was great, and the show was fantastic.

But as I started my drive home, I realized I wasn’t feeling very well. My head hurt. I was a little nauseated. I was frickin’ HUNG OVER. From one drink! I drank water and took Advil and ate McDonald’s super value meal (ok I didn’t but it certainly would have helped). My husband laughed at me.

I’ve never been super-skilled at holding my liquor (although in comparison to Jenny I have the tolerance of a house full of frat guys), but this is ridiculous. It’s gotta be the medicine.

Either that, or I’m not as young as I used to be.

Yeah, it’s definitely the medicine.

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Cake-troversy

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So you may have noticed from the pictures from Joshua’s birthday that his cake appeared very store-bought and not at all homemade. “Whaaaat?” you say. “How can this be? We all know that Jenny feels that her love for her children is directly proportional to how much she tortured herself making their birthday cake!”

And you would be right. There was a time, oh so recently, when I felt that I had to trash my kitchen and stain my fingers with icing dye to ensure that my children had a fabulous birthday! Like this time, and this time, and this time!

But I was wrong. And I admit that Emily was righttarget (this once.) As much as it HUUURTS.

So around the time of Sophie’s birthday, my friend Cortney was getting REALLY good at making cakes. She had made my birthday cake and it was fab, and I decided, why not let HER torture herself making Sophie’s cake? I really wanted Sophie to have a “Word World” cake but I didn’t have it in me to give it a try. So, I was thrilled when Cortney came up with this masterpiece:
Word World Cake by Cortney for Sophie's bday!

It was AMAZING!! And Sophie loved it. And I didn’t have to make it or trash my kitchen, give myself hives or turn to drink! Score!

So for Joshua’s birthday cake, I once again turned to my cake guru Cortney. Joshua wanted a Super Mario Bros. cake as he loooooves playing that Wii game with his Daddy. So Cortney was commissioned.

(In the meantime, being a true slacker mom, I couldn’t find Super Mario Bros. decor anywhere, and when I checked online, it was too late to order them in time, so I bought SpeedRacer decor. And convinced Joshua it would be totally cool.)

But even cake geniuses like Cortney sometimes have unavoidable cake-tastrophe’s. Check out her post to see what happened to the Super Mario Bros. cake! She texted me about 9:30 the night before the party that it had imploded. So, my wonderful hubby went out to Kroger in the snow around 10:00 to find his boy a birthday cake. He bought the only one he could find without flowers on it, we threw Joshua’s two toy SpeedRacer cars on it, and we called it a birthday cake!

Bobby did have to sit Joshua down and tell him that the Super Mario cake wasn’t gonna happen. He was a little sad, but recovered well, and had a really GREAT birthday!

And I am pretty sure he knows I still love him more than ever.

Although next year, I AM going to get the right decorations on time!! I swear!

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