I would like to begin this blogging business with a disclaimer: I cannot spell. Seriously, spelling is an ongoing nightmare for me. Memories of the once a month class Spelling Bee still haunt me. I was always the last one chosen for a team. I use the term chosen loosely. I was acquired by default. Once appointed to a team I had to hold the tears, while groans and threats of, “You better not make us lose,” bombarded me.
I’d stand in line along the windows, with my heart thumping hard against my chest. All the while I’d be praying, “God, give me an easy word like red or blue or green.” Words that would never be found on a fourth-grade spelling test. You see, I could spell the color words. I understood the color words. I knew how to put colors on paper.
When my turn finally came, I always got a word that was beyond me. With a hot face and a lump in my throat that could have choked a cow, I’d return to my seat. My team would mumble, “She is such a loser.” On the opposite side of the room, the other team would cheer, “Way to go Laurie! Thanks for helping us win.” In the meantime, every word missed by my former teammates sent glares boring through my back. “It’s Laurie’s fault we’re losing.”
So, as I said, do not expect perfect spelling in this blog. I will do the best at using my dictionary since I don’t seem to be able to find the spell check here in the blog menu. There will probably be words that I'm sure of, but that are in fact misspelled. As Clint Eastwood says, “A man needs to know his limitations.” I know mine and I am asking for your acceptance.