You are a GRAMMAR GOD!


If your mission in life is not already to
preserve the English tongue, it should be.
Congratulations and thank you!


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I took this grammar quiz that I found on another blog. I wish it would show my score, instead of just telling me I'm a Grammar God. Not that that's bad, I just want to know my score. Did I ace the test, or did some of the questions trick me? I was surprised I was classified as a Grammar God. Now I want to get one of those tiaras I saw at the Rennaisance Fair last weekend. I can see this is going to go to my head. I am a Grammar God, Nya nya nya nya.

Back In Time

I had the most wonderful time Saturday. My sister took me to a Renaissance Fair. It was the best ever. Not that I've been to many other Ren. Fairs. Actually, I don't think I ever went to one before yesterday, but that doesn't change the fact that this one was the best ever. The fair is going to be held every weekend for about a month, so I think I will go back. It was held in a city park, but it wasn't just a big open field. They set it up mostly in the woods, along paths that wound all around in big loops and dips. There were actual buildings, not just tents and booths. They had stages for demonstrations and skits. One was even built like a pirate ship.

The theme of the fair was Lyon, a French town in 1555, and there were people dressed up in period costumes all over the place. There were people who were supposed to be royalty, along with all the servants and lackeys that would be attending them. There were people who weren't even part of the fair dressed up in costumes, just out enjoying the day, pretending to be squires or knights or whatever caught their fancy. If I lived closer, I would volunteer there, or get a job working in one of the booths. It looked like it would be 100% more fun than my job now. Of course, it's only two days a week for a month or so, and I doubt if they pay any more than the jackpot I'm raking in now.

It Just Keeps Getting Better

Saturday I was in a car accident. It wasn't a bad accident. Just a fender bender. I'm all right. My husband is hurt pretty bad. He has a bad back, and this shook him up pretty hard. He is better today than he was yesterday, but I think he still needs to go see a doctor. We don't have any health insurance, thanks to my wonderful job. Luckily we have auto insurance. Of course, our car insurance won't cover our own injuries, but would help a total stranger if we ran into their car, so we have to deal with the other driver's insurance company. They won't do anything until they get the police report and decide if they really have to. So it might be a week or two until he can go to the doctor.

I was about to take him to the emergency room last night. He wasn't very bad right after the accident, but I think he was running on adrenaline. The later it got the worse he felt. By the time we were ready for bed he was having trouble walking, and even standing was hard on him. He was having trouble moving his legs, couldn't lift his feet, just shuffled around. He couldn't lift or carry anything that weighed more than about a pound. He kept saying he was okay, he didn't need any help, but he could barely make it down the hall. This morning he was better, but he couldn't even carry the coffee thermos in from the kitchen.

Link Updates

I decided it was time to update the links in here. I found a lot of really interesting blogs. OZ is full of jokes and cartoons. Good for a laugh and he updates it often. Bond Girl is another good blog. Sort of like a one-person soap opera. I think my favorite new blog is Quick Shtick Writing. You really have to start reading this from the beginning, or end, depending on how you look at it, or you won't understand what's going on. Two people are working together on one story, writing a couple of paragraphs each and switching back and forth. I wrote a story like that with my sister and some friends in high school, passing a notebook to each other during school. It wasn't anywhere near as good as this story. You can guess what kind of masterpiece we came up with. I don't think it survived all these years. Thankfully. Even if I still had it, I don't think I would put any excerpts from it here. It would be too embarrassing. Just imagine a cross between 'Sex and the City' and 'Southpark'.

I Know Nothing

Well, I did the telephone interview yesterday. It wasn't too bad. About as exciting as I expected. I can't tell you any details because it's a big secret. The lady interviewing me told me it was very important not to tell anybody any details about the interview questions. I think it might be a matter of national security. At the end of the interview she gave me a phone number to call to find out if I got the job or not. She said to call today and find out. So, like the trusting person I am, I called the number when I got home. Unfortunately, the other person on the phone didn't have any idea what I was talking about. He said if they were going to give me a job offer they would call me. It sounds like one of those 'don't call me, I'll call you' deals. I hope it's not. He said if I wasn't home when they called they would leave a message, so I checked the answering machine but there wasn't anything from the phone company on it.

On the bright side, I got two messages from a satellite TV company congratulating me on 'winning' a brand new state of the art satellite system. That has to be illegal. I know nobody entered me in a drawing for a new satellite system. Anybody that knows me knows I already have one that I am perfectly happy with. Anybody that doesn't know me wouldn't enter me in any contest. It's just a scam marketing ploy. I'm thinking about calling Ralph Nader, if he isn't too busy running for president, or whatever it is he's doing.