Sunday, October 30, 2011

Grammar Meltdown Mistakes, a.k.a Why I Am a Word Snob

As a proofreader/editor, I get a lot of questions from people about the correct way to use words, grammar, and punctuation. I think people are secretly worried that I am editing every word that leaves their mouths (the way that I worry psychologists can secretly see all of my personality flaws); but I am not, truly. I believe that in everyday conversation, it is more important to seek to understand your friend/boss/neighbor than it is to line-by-line edit what they say.

And since I am also a former English major, I'll be the first to say that some rules were made to be broken--as long as they are broken intentionally for an obvious reason. Far be it from me to limit the creativity of innovative novelists and poets and people intelligently expressing their personalities on their blogs. I break grammar/punctuation rules all. the. time.

There are a few rules, however, which--when broken--drive me batty. Batty, I tell you! And for the good of all mankind, I'm here to share them all with you today, and for good reason.

When I worked at the Daily Utah Chronicle, I was the 3rd editor in our assembly line, which on our staff basically meant I was the last line of defense before stories went to press. Mostly, I edited the other editors' work and made sure the hed (headline, to non-news folks) was in working order. One day a front-page story about public health came to my desk. I read through the story, then came back to the top to study the hed. Folks, the "l" was missing. If not for editors, the Chrony would have had a huge, embarrassingly inaccurate headline about pubic health on the front page for all to see and mock. Can you even imagine?

One of my news-ed professors at the U had what he called "meltdown" mistakes. Each time you committed a meltdown error, he deducted a huge chunk of your grade; if you made ten in the course of the semester, I believe he failed you altogether. It was brutal, effective. I can't remember his 10 rules, but I've got my own here for you. These are rules (I have to admit it, however despicable) I judge people by. They are really the only mistakes that bother me enough to make me stop and reiterate the rule in my mind so I do not find myself committing the same error.

1. Confusing "less" and "fewer." Use "less" when describing an unquantifiable amount of something (usually broad and indistinct concepts like love and money). Use "fewer" when you are able to count the item. You have less love and fewer hugs. You have less cash and fewer dollar bills. Frequently, people just use "less." I heard it on one of my favorite TV shows, and it made my heart sad.

2. Making up words. Believe it or not, but "alot" and "alright" are not actually words, ever. "A lot" and "all right" are both correct, as is "already," which means something different from "all ready."

3. Could of/would of/should of. Many people don't stop to think that what they are actually saying is could've/would've/should've, contractions for: could have/would have/should have.

4. Different "than." Should actually be different "from," always. I am different from my next-door neighbor.

5. Good vs. well: I once had a wrong but well-intentioned friend announce to our group once that you never say, "I feel good." She then went on to say that you should always say "I feel well." I cringed. I looked at the floor. I wanted to curl up in the corner and chew my hair. Ultimately, I kept my mouth shut. It is actually acceptable to say that you feel good, if "good" is how you feel. It is incorrect to say "I feel good," however, if what you are trying to say is that your sense of touch is above average. In such a case, you must say, "I feel well" if your word choice is between "good" and "well." I try not to use the word "feel" at all unless it applies to my sense of touch. For an in-depth reason as to why you can answer to someone that you "feel good" or "are good," check out this article by Grammar Girl.

6. Misusing "nauseous" and "nauseated." When you feel sick to your stomach, chances are you will let someone know you feel nauseous. Nauseous is the word to describe something that causes you to be sick to your stomach. "The smell of vinegar is nauseous; therefore, I am nauseated." *Note: I posted this about 10 minutes ago; my mom texted to let me know I forgot the word "that" in my third sentence. See? Even editors need editors. One pair of eyes is never enough. Thanks, Mum. :)

7. The unnecessary "s." Forwards, backwards, towards, aways, anyways. There really isn't anything wrong with the "s" at the end of these words. In the print news world, they are unacceptable, because they take up more precious space--and space is money. I lived by this rule for so long that now I can't stand the unnecessary "s." It just doesn't make sense to me.

8. Mixing up further/farther. Use "further" when dealing with an unquantifiable distance; use "farther" when you aren't. I might be farther along in Wuthering Heights than you are, but there's no question that you're further in love with it than I am.

9. Spelling numbers vs. using figures. This is another newspaper style; to be honest, I'm not sure what the rule is in everyday usage, but it doesn't stop me from noticing it every time. According to AP (Associated Press) style, spell out numbers one through nine. Use figures for numbers 10 and greater. There are several smaller caveats to this rule, but only one notable exception: at the beginning of a sentence. Never start a sentence with figures. If 142 guests came to your birthday party, you'd say "One hundred forty-two."

10. Mispronouncing "escape/especially." Warning: I am going to sound like the most elitist, condescending, stuck-up snob you know when I say the following, but I don't shirk the challenge or apologize for my emphasis when I say with the full measure of my 4'11 stature: You have never once "excaped" anywhere, ever. You just as surely have never "expecially" liked something or thought someone was "expecially" rude for correcting you on how you say the words "escape" or "especially." This is the poor-word-usage equivalent of nails on a chalkboard. If you pronounce these words this way in my presence, it might look like I'm just staring back into your eyes; but what I'm actually doing is having an Ally MacBeal-like fantasy of slapping you across the face and watching your head spin round and round. There is no "x" in either of these words, so don't pronounce them as though there are.

Friday, October 21, 2011

Birthday Week 2011

Mine and Chris's birthdays are just five days apart. And for a couple years now--since I discovered the novelty of the birthday freebie--the weeks surrounding our birthdays have become a mega-celebration. Seriously, folks, if you live near any of these businesses, sign up for their email clubs; they e-mail infrequently and you get heaps of freebies around birthday time. Or consider opening a junk account just for these kinds of e-mails. This year some of the free meals/treats we enjoyed were at:

*Benihana
*Baskin-Robbins
*Rodizio Grill
*Noodles & Co.
*Red Robin

But anyway, this post is not a dedication to the birthday freebie. We had such a fun, crazy week, with all the going out and redecorating projects at home. Chris probably felt like his fall break wasn't much of a break, but I think he enjoyed himself all the same. Since he's not big on cake, on his birthday we had celebratory root beer floats:

(W decided to help Chris eat his root beer float.)




(Then he decided to help me eat mine.)


Monday, October 17, 2011

Renovations: Entryway & Front Bathroom

The woman who lived in this condo before we did was old. And she had old tastes, manifested mostly by the fact that almost every room has wallpaper in it. After steaming off all the junk on the entryway and bathroom, I have come to the conclusion that there is no force on this earth powerful enough to persuade me to wallpaper--ever. That was one of the most disgusting and infuriating projects, and only the desire to tear down more wallpaper that is old and hideous (and all over this house) will induce me to undertake the project again.

See what I mean:

(Entryway--no, we did not steam off all the wallpaper with our humidifier. We were just curious...)

(That's fabric, folks--she took the same fabric she made her drapes from and actually had it wallpapered to the wall. Insanity.)


(Bathroom)

After removing, replacing, and tearing apart this particular area, we ended up with this:





Much better. And while the project is by no means perfect (this was, after all, both mine and Chris's first time removing wallpaper, repairing dry wall, and painting), it is by leaps and bounds better than what it was.


Sunday, October 9, 2011

On the Rebound

It's been awhile since I've seen my chocolate chip cookies. I wish I could say it was going well. But there isn't a night when I don't think about opening the fridge and pulling out the Costco-sized tub of Nestle tollhouse cookie dough for a late-night booty call. And I do mean booty, because that's exactly where it's headed. Once on the lips, forever on the hips.

But in spite of the nightly craving, I'm happy to say I have had only one relapse, and that's because my sister brought some chocolate chip cookies for dessert last week when she came for dinner. I justify. Whatever.


But the truth is, I'm rebounding hardcore. Giving up my one true love was meant to increase the health of my overall eating habits, but I find that what I'm actually doing is trying to find a substitute that hits the spot so very, very well. Cupcakes, cheesecake, ice cream, brownies. You name it, I've probably had a shameful rendezvous with it since forsaking my beloved.

I would LOVE to be one of those people who could take sweets or leave them. The interesting thing is that once I get out of the habit of consuming them regularly, the temptation reduces significantly. If I can just stay away for a week or two, it becomes much easier to not even think about it. Chocolate chip cookies are my gateway drug. They make me feel so good (until I catch a glimpse of my profile in the mirror) that they make me feel invincible. "Eat chocolate chip cookies, drink William-Sonoma hot chocolate, and be merry about it, because tomorrow you'll die--and will it really make a difference?" Such is the dangerous allure of chocolate chip cookies.


Maybe I can do this step by step. Maybe going cold turkey is just setting myself up for failure (Maybe? Um, almost definitely). Maybe I can tell myself that if I refrain all week, I can have chocolate chip cookies on Sunday nights. And the rest will be process of elimination. I'll pick foods to slowly cross off my list. Foods that I eat socially to be polite but don't really care for. Like cake (I say this as 17 chocolate-frosted cupcakes sit on my counter as I await some birthday guests). It really would not be difficult for me to give up cake almost entirely. When I go to some event, I'll just tell myself, "As a rule, I don't eat cake. I don't like it; therefore, it's a major caloric waste." And then once I've gotten used to not eating cake, I can move on to... well, pretty much any cookie that isn't my one true love. Then cheesecake. Then those oatmeal peanut butter bars. Etc.


In the end, it really isn't about giving up sweets for good. It's about self control. Do I think God is going to condemn my love of chocolate chip cookies? Probably not. But He might take issue with my general lack of self discipline regarding my body, my greatest earthly gift. Plus, it feels good to be in control of my body and not the other way around.

See ya later, sweets.

I hope.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Ada, 3 Months

Baby girl was three months yesterday. And since I forgot to do a 2-month update, I'm afraid you're going to have to hear about it all right now. :)

These photos are of Ada in some old jammies of W's. Yes, they are blue, but they are so sweet I just can't help it.



*She is long (23.25 inches at 2-mo. check-up, 80%) and skinny (11.5 lbs at 2-mo., 67%)
*Super smiley
*Eyes are crazy blue
*Hair color depends largely on the lighting. At times auburn, at times blondish, at times brown
*Pushes off on her legs
*LOVES bath time and makes big splashes; last night she soaked through my pants with all her kicking.
*Daddy's girl through and through; though sometimes only Mama will do. :)
*Sleeps like a champ. Sometimes she'll sleep all the way from 8 p.m. to 7 a.m.; if not, she only wakes once at about 4:30.


*Finally got her crib moved into the guest bedroom so she has a real place of her own to sleep, which has helped a lot with getting her into a routine--her evenings are much less fussy since she's getting more sleep during the day.
*Amazing eye-hand-mouth coordination. She's been batting at objects since about 1.5 months, and now reaches out, grabs them, and puts them in her mouth.
*W is far and away the best toy. She'd rather watch his antics (and he loooooooves antics) than do anything else, even eat.
*Doesn't really laugh, but mostly makes a coo/gurgle/squeak noise when she's highly entertained; sometimes she manages a micro-giggle.


*Coos, squeals, and generally chats with me during her waking hours. She loves to communicate. She's going to fit in with me and my sisters/mom just fine.
*Is a very social baby, which is new for me, since W was and still is afraid of pretty much everyone new. We'll get into an elevator; someone else will get on. W will hide behind my legs, while Ada's face lights up with a smile.

I love this girl. She is so much fun to spend time with. She just fits into our little family so sweetly.