Grammar

Why is it important? Well it is and it isn't.

While I have never claimed to be "good" at grammar, I have acquired enough skills to be successful in a professional environment. I am not talking about writing grammar, but more importantly spoken grammar.

I live in the heart of the south and have a true story for you.

I recently attended a function for middle school children. This function was 3.5 hours long and consisted of dinner, awards, praise, and somewhat of a sermon.

The overall message to the young kids was positive and the ceremony was entertaining. However, one thing stood out as an incredible dis-service to the children.

Wanna guess what?

I sat there, watched and listened to each speaker step up to the podium and give their speech which of course was riddled with horrible grammar mistakes. Horrible! How horrible?

"Stars do what it take"

"You must preservere" (not persevere)

"Athl a lete" (not Athlete) <--two syllables

These are only three examples of the hundreds that were spewed across the ears of the young children. Who were these speakers you ask? The speakers were teachers, coaches, a reverend, and the school principal. Yes, I said principal.

Why do I care?

Well....I felt extremely saddened. In attendance were young teens and even younger siblings being pelted by mistake after mistake by the very people that are supposed to teach them and be role models for them.

While the assault was being made, most parents were applauding the speaker and further emphasising the bad habits. I just felt like these are kids who are never going to know that this language is completely unacceptable in life, yet alone in a formal ceremony.

I have no delusions that kids should practice perfect grammar and speech when hanging around each other. However, kids should have the ability to "turn on" or "turn off" their proper grammar on demand or when the situation is warranted. Here is a whole group of kids (probably the entire school) who will grow up without this ability and think it is perfectly acceptable to speak in this fashion.

Ohhh, the deep south, you gotta love it.

Oh, and by the way, I've lived all over the world in my life as a military child. I can say with great certainty that this particular issue is most prevalent in the southeast united states.

How sad.

PS, I don't care if my blog has grammar mistakes, if your offended by it, make sure you read my first post. Then jump off a building.

Sleep....Who needs it?

Apparently I do. I just found out that I have OSA "Obstructive Sleep Apnea".

If you wanna read up on it, more than you ever cared to learn about it can be found here:
http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/obstructive-sleep-apnea/DS00968

Basically, it means you stop breathing several times PER HOUR. In my case somewhere around 15-25 times. Some have it really bad, like 120+ PER HOUR. It's amazing the human body can survive this.

For the past year I have been waking up with moderately severe headaches about 1-3 days a week. My doctor thought I was low on Iron and so I started taking iron supplements. This brought my iron levels back into the normal range but did not resolve the morning headaches.

So after my Sleep study (so much fun btw) I found that my O2 saturation levels were dropping to 81%....Well, that my friends causes a nice little whoop ass of a headache.

So, if you bothered to click on the OSA information that I made so easy for you to find, you will probably see that there are several treatments available. The least aggressive/invasive treatment is to start CPAP treatments (nope, your gonna have to google that yourselves) to resolve the OSA.

I have just started this process and while fairly confident at first, my first 3 nights have been anything but successful.

Stay tuned, I will document my journey into the land of the day walkers.

I leave you with a nice graphic:

First Blog Post

Well what do you know. I always considered myself a private person and never even thought twice about creating a blog. Why would I? Who's gonna read it? Why should they read it? Who cares about my thoughts?

Then it hit me. I do.

If for nothing else but to remind me of what I was thinking at the time I did whatever it was that turned out to be stupid and insenitive, funny, and /or  assanine. You see if peope wanna read my posts and have a laugh, cry, get angry, so be it.

I'm not going to spend my days trying to figure out what to write about and I am not going to even try correcting spelling or grammar. Take it as it is, or don't. It's my blog, for me and anyone that is just as dsyfunctional enough to read it.

Thanks for reading, or not, and hooray.... I made my first post. :)