tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48387884010258378402011-07-08T04:01:41.312-04:00Everything you need to know about finding good deals, how to avoid embarrassing spelling and grammatical errors, and a hearty helping of encouragement thrown in because Who doesn't need a little boost now and then?Bitsyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15199191888200670576noreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838788401025837840.post-14119685069298950642009-06-09T17:23:00.002-04:002009-06-10T11:18:48.562-04:00

Years ago, my friend Candace told me about a summer when her family turned off the t.v. All summer long. No television. At all. I had been thinking about it ever since and two weeks ago mentioned the idea to my husband, Justin. I thought he would immediately say, "No way" and maybe add an, "Are you crazy?", just for effect. College baseball is on right now. I was wrong. He was all for it and a

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Dear Abby,As I watched you and listened to your statement of faith yesterday I realized that I needed to tell you some things. I couldn't be any more proud of the girl you are and the young woman you are becoming. You are beautiful outside and in. You are thoughtful and kind and intelligent.You were always a delightful baby and child. The moment I laid eyes on you I fell in love and I knew it

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I've never won anything. Sure, there was that time I won a cartoon drawing contest on a flight from Buffalo to Sarasota. The prize was a bottle of wine; I was seven. And then there was that time when I was 13 and I managed to be the thirty-seventh caller in to Y-100 to win the autographed Commodores album that they never sent me. I'm still bitter about that one. I once took 2nd place in my

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1A few days later, when Jesus again entered Capernaum, the people heard that he had come home. 2So many gathered that there was no room left, not even outside the door, and he preached the word to them. 3Some men came, bringing to him a paralytic, carried by four of them. 4Since they could not get him to Jesus because of the crowd, they made an opening in the roof above Jesus and, after digging

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In the National Geographic paragraph, everyday should be every day. "Everyday" is an adjective meaning routine or ordinary. In their paragraph they should have used the adverbial phrase meaning "each day".From the school district, we see the mismatching of a singular noun, child, and the plural pronouns, their and they. I know what they are trying to do. The attempt to remain gender neutral by

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Can you find the errors? I'll post the answers on Monday.This one comes from the National Geographic website.Test your geography smarts right here online. Each day we'll post ten questions from the National Geographic Bee. Some of them are real stumpers, but it's okay if you miss a few—you can play as often as you like. Come back everyday for a brand new quiz and another chance to beat the Bee!

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Greenville finally got some real snow, not just ice. We made good use of it, too. The girls made a snowgirl. Priscilla is petite and pristine.The boys made a snowman. Rocky is big and dirty and has a machine gun.And since the power was out, I had to heat water for hot cocoa in the fireplace. When I wasn't pretending to be a pioneer woman, I enjoyed the view from my window.

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Why are you in despair, O my soul? And why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God, for I shall again praise Him, The help of my countenance and my God. Psalm 43:5What is it today that has you despairing? Are you worried about losing your job, have you already lost your job, or maybe you wish you could quit your job? Perhaps you are grieving the loss of a relationship or even a loved one. Maybe

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Spotted recently in the upstate by my reporters in the field:Photo courtesy of Suzi Kroske.???? It's not Spanish and it's not French; must be back woods Greer. Photo courtesy of Abby CazelSo maybe there is a guy named Herb inside just waiting to welcome you to his clinic, but I'm really more concerned about the acupunture.  Is that some sort of new highly precise double entendre?

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. . . and she's still there.

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My beloved child,You may not know me, but I know everything about you. I know when you sit down and when you rise up. I am familiar with all your ways. (Psalm 139:1-3)Even the very hairs on your head are numbered. (Matthew 10:30)For you were made in my image. (Genesis 1:27)In me you live and move and have your being, for you are my offspring. (Acts 17:28)I knew you even before you were conceived,

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So, the other day I was in the dressing room at Dillard's when I overheard this:Grunt . . . groan . . . heavy breathing . . . ooh.Gosh, I wondered, what the heck is going on over there?And then, in a heavy southern accent:"Oh, hon, maybe you need another size."Did I mention that this was the dressing room in the lingerie department?Loud exhale."Is it supposed to do that?""Darlin, I don't think so

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