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Grammar Challenged (or should that be Grammatically Challenged?)

I know, I know. If you've been reading this blog with any regularity you've been wondering - just what kind of idiot AM I anyway?? Well, I'd like to tell you EXACTLY what kind of idiot I am. Where to begin...chronologically...alphabetically...it's a tough call.

What I can tell you is that I didn't want to call this blog the Blog of Bex. I wanted it to be Bex's Blog. But I couldn't remember if it was written like that or like Bex' Blog. Or Bexs' Blog. The saddest part of all that is I really thought long and hard about it. I didn't actually do any research or anything, but I was thinking about it. So The Blog of Bex I became. It sounded slightly better than (or is that 'then') The Blog Belonging To Bex.

BUT I do know how to tell someone in French to go and sodomize himself. So I have that going for me. And, for the record, that phrase comes in handy more times than you would think!

www.rqmitchell.blogspot.com

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Anonymous said…
Hi Bex -

Came across this and immediately thought of your blog.

First is link to an EBay ad - read it through - I'm sure you can relate. It involves a mom, 6 kids, the grocery store and Pokeman cards.

Second is to the blog of the person that wrote the EBay ad.

http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=130144061675&ru=http%

mom2my6pack.blogspot.com
Bex said…
Deb,

Thanks! I had actually read the eBay ad some time ago and saw the blog for her yesterday - I had no idea that they were by the same person!

I DO relate...although with her having exactly twice the number of kids as me I feel unworthy of complaining about anything! (Perhaps I should change my blog name to Mom2myHalfPack.com as there are no spelling or grammar hurdles for me with it.) My hat is off to her, that's for sure!

Thanks for stopping by my blog!

Bex

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