When I reread my blog entries it's embarrassing the number of misspellings, type-O's, and errors I commit like: your vs. you're. I am the luckiest sloppy person alive. How I have been able to accomplish this much in my life, graduate college, get married, have children, and hold a job when I can't even keep “there” and “their” straight is a testament to the kindness of mankind. I don't even bother editing my FRB entries. Someday, I'll look back and begin to track when I started totally losing my mind via the crescendo of mental deterioration made visible by the number of grammatical and syntactical errors here. Maybe it's the whole internet age/ blogging/email informality that has replaced my training in written and spoken communication. I’m afraid it’s indicative of my overall mental strength. The stress I felt over crying babies/small children literally changed and retrained my listening skills to the point that 10 years later people can talk to my face and I still can’t ‘hear’ what they are saying and have to ask them to repeat themselves. And then I quickly forget what they said—particularly if there were relaying instructions of any kind. The frantic pace at which we all need and have instant (hasty) information shared via texts/email/wikepedia/google has created in me a frantic sloppiness that has completely replaced my BA in English. 9:30/9:27/9:08/8:54/9:19/9:23 | 