Confessions of a Wannabe Grammarian

April 27, 2007

by Terrie v.B. 

I have a confession to make. I notice mistakes in grammar, punctuation and spelling in written material. My eye is drawn like a magnet to such things, and I am personally offended. The thought that I might miss an error in something that I have written keeps me up at night. I actually enjoy parsing sentences. The parts of speech excite me. The dictionary is my best friend. My own kids call me Mrs. Webster. They know that if they ask me how to spell a certain word and I am unsure of the correct spelling, I am compelled to look the word up in the dictionary. Knowing this about their mother has probably saved them countless hours over the years. I am positive that by now they have even forgotten how to use a dictionary.

Here is a poem I wrote some time ago. In it, I attempt to throw off the shackles of my meticulousness and free myself from the bondage of grammatical perfection. Last week, I saw a woman at church wearing a sweatshirt that read: “Ladie’s Retreat 2005”. Please help me before I do something rash. 

Free at Last

or

I A’int No Grammar Girl No More

 

With pen in hand – a solemn vow,

I cross my heart and promise now,

A slave to grammar n’er more to be.

I shan’t worry a whit to cross a “t”

Nor dot and “i”, nor mentally

Expel an errant apostrophe.

I renounce disdain for misspelled blurbs

And embrace disagreement for subjects and verbs.

I confess ashamedly and recoil

At my penchant and preference

For chewing tin foil

Rather than allow double negatives to spoil

A sentence…(Oh, how that does so make my blood boil!).

I abandon my parsing and quite diagramless,

Depart for a new world void grammar and thus

Forge my own trail, determined to be

A maverick! Abstract! Existential and free!

But one question remains and returns hauntingly,

Will anyone be able to understand me?

 


Kenonaphobia

April 22, 2007

I am the proud (at least most of the time) mom of three big kids. They are what most people would classify as “good kids”. They do not give my husband and I much trouble. We have the normal worries that most parents have… grades, driving habits, messy rooms, things like that. However, all three of my children seem to suffer from KENONAPHOBIA.

What is kenonaphobia? Simply put, this word comes from Greek roots and means “fear of emptiness”. Specifically, in the case of my offspring, this fear manifests itself in a completely baseless fear of empty hair product bottles. For example, the last time I checked I counted six, yes six,  mostly empty bottles of shampoo and conditioner scattered about their shower. Most of these bottles have approximately two ounces of product left in them. Sadly, not one of my children have the courage to completely empty one of these bottles. What could this fear possibly be rooted in? Perhaps they fear that should they use up all of the shampoo or conditioner that there will be no more product available to replace it. As more and more unempty bottles accumulate and new bottles are opened up to replace them, perhaps it is their way of stimulating the economy and supporting the beauty industry. Maybe my kids are engaging in passive/agressive behavior because our house has only two bathrooms and they are forced to do the unthinkable-share one bathroom between the three of them. (For shame!) 

Unfortunately, there is no cure for kenonaphobia. One can only hope to treat the symptoms at best. I call upon the scientific community to come up with a solution. What about a shampoo bottle centrifuge for kenonaphobia sufferers? Would the fun of watching a contraption swing a bottle ’round and ’round in the shower at high rpm’s trump whatever fear that prevents a kenonaphobiac from completely emptying a bottle? Maybe. What about a special holder that sticks to the shower wall that would hold the bottles upside down, forcing the user to finish off the bottle? I did go on line and discover that it is possible to purchase a speical coupler that holds two bottles together, one atop the other, allowing the contents of one to completely drain into the other. But, all of these solutions will only work if the person with problem admits there is a problem. Is there such a thing as Kenonaphobiacs Anonymous?

There is no easy answer. I guess mom, (that’s me), will just have to continue doing what she always does. Simply gather up the half empty bottles and use them all up herself. Not a very glamorous solution, but satisfactorily pragmatic nonetheless. In other words, it works.


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