English Major here. Now, I don't remember when it started, but there's been a rule out for sometime now that in a sequence of events (three or more), you don't have to add that extra comma before the word "and." For example:
I couldn't believe she walked, talked and smelled like a man!
While I think that's great and all, I just can't seem to shake the comma! But then I've noticed that I've been adding commas everywhere in my writing. I'm one to write like I speak. I speak not only dramatically, but I usually digress with extra little tid-bits that aren't always necessary, but are deemed interesting enough to add them. It's something I catch every now and then, but just haven't gotten too serious enough about to give myself some harsh criticism. I add comas as I pause in thought. Though, I also use the "dot, dot, dot." But...perhaps, when, it, starts, looking, like, this...I'll, do, something, about, it...
In other news, my little 5 month old has lost two teeth already. Surprise, surprise! Apparently, his breed goes through a lot of teeth in their life. The first one I found by stepping on it--in my socks. The second one, Harley seemed to realize that something just fell out of his mouth as he investigated and played with it. TMI? Get a dog!
Recently, whether my vision is getting worse or not, it's starting to bother me that I can't see certain things. Movies aren't as interesting to me because they're not clear. I get nervous driving in new territory because I can't read the signs till I get close enough to them. I'm almost sure that my vision didn't just all-of-a-sudden "go bad." Foolish child I was--I had encouraged bad eyes. Why? I actually wanted glasses. Didn't the kids with glasses get teased with names like "four-eyes" or "nerd?"
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| You try brushing a dog's teeth. It's not easy. |
Perhaps I was into fashion-forward thinking, supposing they looked hip. Or maybe I just wanted to look more like Dad or Anna. Well, for whatever reason, if only I were so lucky to get glasses! I used to wear Anna's old, round, pink frames with no lenses. Believe me: very cool. Though, not satisfied with "play" glasses, the logical thing, then, was to pretend I couldn't see so I could get my very own glasses (with lenses). Making sure my "bad vision" was known, I walked right up to the clock, face to face, and read aloud the time, or bumped into a wall and said, "oh my! I didn't see that wall there!" It was supposed to render comments like, "oh wow Sarah, your eyes are bad. We should get you some glasses." But after my ridiculous, numerous, failing attempts to prove that my good eyes were bad, I gave up. However, I'm convinced all that has finally caught up to me--only now, (you guessed it!), I don't want glasses. I think I got my first pair of glasses when I was about 15, and I wore them a lot. I eventually switched to contacts. Once I started having problems with those, I went "cold turkey"--though I'm not sure that expression applies. :) But like I say, I've gotten tired of not being able to see. So, as of last week:
New glasses! Besides the pink, round, lensless frames, these are the biggest I've had. Come to find out, "you're supposed to get your eyes checked once a year" she told me. Posh! I said, "I'll see you in five years!" :)
And finally, something I'm coming to appreciate more in life are attitudes like this one:
Happy trails!
