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My name is Sarah…and I AM a Grammar Geek.

I have always found grammar rules interesting because…Yes, I am one of those people who corrects grammar on hotel and store signs while on vacation. Visits to foreign countries can be a real…well, trip. Even reading a novel is interrupted when I stumble onto a typo. It’s like a Stephen King novel. Everything gets all warm and creepy and the only word I see on the page is the wrong one.

So, when the 13 Trickiest Grammar Hang-ups email appeared in my inbox I couldn’t help but open it. It discusses do’s and dont’s for those of us living here on earth.

Are you a geek? What are some of your punctuation pet peeves? Grammar gone-wrongs? Please share!

Who’s with me?!

What is it about the human psyche that requires 98 percent of the population to stand at the baggage carousel at the airport while waiting for their bags?  I mean you’ve got people on crutches, folks with canes, 3-year-olds standing there.  Does the task really require that every member of the Brady clan stand there to identify the bags?  It’s not like the little tykes are going to heft a 75 lb. bag off the belt, are they?  And the lovely little grandmotherly figure, is she gonna heft that big Prada suitcase on her back or what? 

Common sense should prevail and deem that one (maybe two) per party stand right at the belt.  And even then, if you don’t see your bag in the next twenty  then back off people!  Make room for the poor schlub whose bag is right in the neighborhood.  Let’s start a revolution!  WHO’S WITH ME?!

Spring?! Gimme a Break!!

Well, yesterday was Easter and we had about 5 inches of snow (the most we’ve had all season) so it hasn’t felt much like Spring around here.  Although I was reading the paper the other day and it carried a story from an LA reporter who was chomping at the bit to report about the horrendous escapades today’s college kids experience on “Spring Break”.  It was quite a large article and was, as expected, rather depressing focusing on how much kids drink and then don’t use good judgement (to put it mildly). 

Well, that got me thinking…what about alternatives to the booze and bods Spring Break?  Then I saw another article in a later edition of the paper (buried much deeper and not garnering as much space, unfortunately, but there nonetheless) about students working in New Orleans to help rebuild the city on their Spring Break. 

So, I decided to do a bit of research on alternatives for kids as well as adults.  One such adult has always stuck with me.  Catherine worked with me at a dot.com in the boom phase and used to take her weeks off at Camp Sunshine  http://studenttravel.about.com/od/springbreakvolunteers/qt/alternate_sprin.htm in GA.  I was so impressed with that.  And to further raise her stock in my estimation she married a wonderful guy we both worked with — Kudos to both Cat and Mat, but I digress!  

I found multiple listings when I queried “alternative Spring Break” and “volunteering vacations”.  Cheap tickets even has a section on their site.  Here’s hoping you, too, will be inspired to do something for someone else. 

http://studenttravel.about.com/od/springbreakvolunteers/qt/alternate_sprin.htm

http://www.charityguide.org/volunteer/vacations.htm

http://moneycentral.msn.com/content/Savinganddebt/Travelforless/P87894.asp

Enjoy the daffodils!

Pariahs 101

Last Friday I was getting onto a trans-Atlantic flight with my now 13-month-old daughter.  Evidently, the way to part a crowd at an airport gate is to carry said child toward the gate agent.  Those folks parted like the Red Sea.  You could feel them cringe as they spotted the ONE and ONLY baby on the flight.  They all then began praying the rosary, or so it seemed, that we were not seated anywhere near them.   Perhaps there was a grave error and we were miraculously on some OTHER flight…anywhere else, in fact! 

When we got on the plane (after boarding before the regular lemmings — thank God for some benes, but after the bigshots and big spenders) I casually mentioned to the man behind us that I’d had her volume switch removed prior to boarding and therefore the flight was destined to be a quiet one.  Well, this child was a doll and didn’t bother a soul for NINE, count ’em, NINE hours.  She did finally decide to sleep about 40 minutes from landing, bless her little active heart, but otherwise enchanted most of coach.  What a trooper!