tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5552184.post114434502199611585..comments2023-06-10T09:49:08.539-04:00Comments on midlife mama: Mid-day pedantryLibbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09406720496767981522noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5552184.post-1144795243758082712006-04-11T18:40:00.000-04:002006-04-11T18:40:00.000-04:00I say let your Inner Prof out! I'm taking an exerc...I say let your Inner Prof out! I'm taking an exercise class where they keep playing that annoying song "R-O-W-D-I-E that's the way we spell rowdy." I tried not to be abnormally obnoxious, but THAT'S JUST NOT HOW YOU SPELL rowdy! Now we all know :) That has to be a positive thing, right?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5552184.post-1144638613525786632006-04-09T23:10:00.000-04:002006-04-09T23:10:00.000-04:00Oh Libby, you had me really laughing out loud here...Oh Libby, you had me really laughing out loud here (I spelled it out for emphasis :-)<BR/><BR/>I know what you mean, especially because I spent years correcting my husband's English in public (we were used to it, and he really learned quite quickly and is a great speaker nowadays) and apologizing to people about it...<BR/><BR/>Anyway, your instructor's sentences are just so obviously "mixed up" (not so say wrong) that I guess the problem is not really with you and your inner English prof. I think that way of talking would make anyone who knows proper grammar crazy, believe me! (I'm hoping it's not just English professors who know their grammar, perhaps I am being too hopeful here)Lhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06902911922952429223noreply@blogger.com