5/17/05

apostrophe's

Take a long look at the title of this blog posting, and imprint this on your brain: THE TITLE IS GRAMMATICLY INCORRECT. Got it? I suggest reading this posting over and over again until the title grates on your nerves as badly as it does mine.

This is a lesson on apostrophes. If you're tempted not to read it, it may be that you're the very person who needs to! I've heard many people complain that they're bad grammarians because the English language has so many exceptions; there are no hard and fast rules. If you're that type of person, rest easy: you don't have to learn (m)any exceptions when using the apostrophe.

Rule number 1: Never, never, never use an apostrophe to pluralize a word. People most often misuse the apostrophe by sticking it right in front of the "s" that makes one thing more than one thing. WRONG! You cannot say "I have two cat's." Never. That is always, always wrong.

Now, some people tend to get confused when they start using last names. Ask yourself: What is the thing I'm tempted to apostrophize (yes, I made that word up) possessing? Then ask yourself if the word you're apostrophizing could be divided into two words (that is, is it a contraction?). If the word (or name) you're using is not possessing anything and cannot be divided, DON'T use the apostrophe. Trust me on this one. The following use of punctuation is correct:

The Smiths are coming.

Last names can spark confusion because of the commonly used phrase: "We're going to the Browns'." An apostrophe is appropriate here because there is an implied word: house. That is, "We're going to the Browns' [house]."

Now, some people (even those who write grammar books) feel that when one uses abbreviations or numbers, it's okay to add apostrophes to pluralize those words. While a grammar teacher may not count off for calling compact discs CD's rather than CDs, I'd like to challenge you not to do it anyway. It's more correct to stick with this rule of thumb: never, never, never use an apostrophe to pluralize a word! When you apply the rule to EVERYTHING, including TAs, the 1950s, and SUVs, apostrophes make a LOT more sense!

Rule number 2: You may only use an apostrophe in possessive words or contractions. Now that I've thoroughly bashed your confidence in using apostrophes at all, there are places you may (and must!) use apostrophes (unless, of course, you've decided to always write sentences like, "That ball belongs to Jennie" rather than "That is Jennie's ball"). First, you may use an apostrophe when implying possession of some sort. For instance:

Chuck's daughter owns a ukulele.

The daughter belongs to Chuck. Coincidentally, the ukulele belongs to the daughter, so we could also say:

The ukulele is Chuck's daughter's.

That sentence may be awkward to say, but it's correct. The possessed object (the ukulele, in this instance) doesn't have to be preceded by its possessor. (If you noticed any exceptions to my rules in this paragraph, by chance, we'll address those problems at the end of the lesson.)

There are cases when you must add an apostrophe to an already pluralized word. For example:

The girls' dressing room rang with laughter.

The rule here is easy: if the pluralized word already ends in "s," there is no need to add another "s" after the apostrophe. If the pluralized word does not end in "s" (children, for example), go ahead and add the apostrophe and the "s" (the children's game).

Going back to singular words, there are cases when a singular word ending in "s" possesses an object. In these situations, it is considered grammatically correct to either add the extra "s" or leave it off. It's your choice. Take these sentences for instance:

Jesus's disciples followed Him.
or
Jesus' disciples followed Him.

Both examples are correct. I personally prefer the former version because it looks the same as all the other singular possessive words in my writing: they all end in 's. But I digress.

There is one -- and only one -- more reason to use an apostrophe, and that is in contractions. You remember contractions, right? Your elementary school teachers probably drilled them into your little brain before you were steady on a bicycle. Contractions are simple. They are apostrophized words that have one or more letters missing because they have joined two words together. And here's the rule of thumb to remember: The apostrophe stands for the missing letter(s). Examples are:

can't
don't
haven't
we're
you're
y'all

The first four words on that list make a lot of sense. You're and y'all can be a little tricky, but they can be easily mastered if you carefully follow the rules I've laid out.

When using your or you're, always ask yourself (I still do every time!) if you could substitute the words you are for the word you've chosen. If you can't, then your is your word. Just remember: your is possessive, you're is a contraction. Use the same rules with their and they're.

And now we've gotten to one of my biggest pet peeves: the misspelling of the word y'all. I have even seen public signs misspell this word to read ya'll. That only makes sense if the original words before dropping a letter and combining them were ya and all. And since that is laborious to say in any case, we can only conclude that the original words before the contraction's creation were you and all. The dropped letters are ou, so the apostrophe clearly must follow the y. Got it?

Here is the coolest part about this whole topic. Since an apostrophe can stand for missing letters, you can easily make up words that are grammatically correct. There is nothing wrong with making up apostrophized words; we do it in spoken English all the time. The most important thing is that your reader understands what they mean. The reason these aren't in the dictionary is because there are just too many possibilities to list! Perfectly legitimate words include:

his're
y'all're
wouldn't've

One word I use often is it's, as in "It's gone too far." While it's commonly stands for it is, it can also stand for it has. Readers easily figure that out from the context.

Now , we'll move into the two exceptions (that come to mind right now):

First, contractions can be tricky because of certain words like ain't. English teachers hate this word, and I presume that's because it doesn't follow any of the hard and fast rules I've listed here. (Ai not cannot replace ain't.) Quite frankly, they can't explain the word to students, so they just say it shouldn't be used (by calling it slang). I would only take their side if those same teachers also outlawed the word won't. Now, explain that word to me! To be perfectly correct, willn't seems to make a whole lot more sense! Here's what I think: If you outlaw the word ain't, you must also outlaw the word won't. Neither or both. English teachers, take your pick.

And number two, pronouns can occasionally give you a bit of a problem. In a previous paragraph, I hinted that I had just disobeyed my rules by using one of those "exception" words. The words "it's" and "its" should be used thus: "It's broken" and "Here are its pieces." Like I said, it's a pronoun thing. Sometime in the history of the English language, someone decided pronouns didn't need apostrophes, so he invented words like theirs and hers and yours. Its is the trickiest because it always precedes the thing it possesses, unlike other pronouns. Theirs, hers, and yours only come at the end of a sentence or phrase, and they have special, different words (their, her, and your) for the times when they need to come right before the thing they're possessing. There's a name for those cases, but you don't need to know it. It's quite likely that through speaking the English language, you have no trouble remembering when to use theirs and when to use their. It comes naturally. It's only in using the word its (and whose/who's) that you tend to forget, unlike the man who invented the word, that there's no apostrophe.

I know it's probably been a long time since you've been in English class, and a longer time since you've done a grammar worksheet, so here's an exercise to hone your recently learned skills. Fix all the problems in the following passage and leave your corrected version in my comments box if you'd like, unless you'd like to avoid any criticism.
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Eddie Blogreader glared at me. "You're posting is ridiculous," he said. "Who really cares about apostrophes?"
"I do," I told him.
"But your writing this blog posting to a wide audience. Million's could read this. Don't you think you're wasting people's time?"
"No," I retorted. "Think about the average blogs' contents. Are discussions about PEZ dispensers' adventures any more worth ones time than lessons in grammar?"
"Well... no." Eddie scratched his head. "But come on, we're not all Hubers'. Or Beyer's. Ya'll're crazy. Its high time has come."
"Who's high time? What's high time?"
"Its time for my Super-Powered Blog. It'll leave all of you womens' blogs in the dust." Eddie sneered.
"Oh, really?" I said laughingly. "Well, maybe you'll come around to my way of thinking after you've been rejected from job interviews because you're resume was filled with grammatical error's."
"Fat chant's."
"Chant's? Don't you mean chance?"
"Whatever," Eddie huffed. "Those things're supposed to come up on the spell check."

5/10/05

it's called hope

Building up, improving, holding steady, and then I crash.
Loud and obnoxiously. Full of self and that's about it.

The days stop.
Somehow I show up at work, gritting my teeth against irks. I still remember to fill my belly with leftovers and my mind with flashing computer screens. But that's about it.

Things become more lifelike on Sunday. The shadows in the distance -- shapes of people and dreams -- start to become clearer. I almost recognize them. I have Love beside me reminding me to live. I experience life with him.

Life.
I see it, and I want it too. Oh, I reach. I see it...
... and can almost... almo s t
t o u c h

4/13/05

justify

Justify. How do I justify a conviction? How do I grasp a breeze? Who knows what blew across me and influenced my whole being? Who hears the whisper in my heart? Who but God? Yes, indeed. Who but God.

I cannot justify.
But I can testify.

4/11/05

someday

Someday better than today, I'll invite you over. The sun will be slanting through the blinds and the grass will be greener than ever. Somebody's worship music will be drifting through the room. Somebody like Michael Card or Keith Green or Chris Tomlin. Maybe all of them taking turns.
The house'll be clean. Just to see it will lift my spirits higher.
Fresh gerbera daisies will be smiling on the table. They always look happiest in that lime green vase of mine. It would be nice if everything is ready on time. But even if it isn't, it won't be a problem because you can help me with the finishing touches. You don't mind; you're just that way.
We'll talk about enjoying the sunshine, but we'll probably opt to just stay inside. We have the whole day to enjoy the weather. For the moment, we'll be content at the table next to the kitchen, where your hair shines because of the way the sun peeks through the window. When we've had our fill of arranging plates of food, and when I know you feel right at home, I'll pour the tea.
Then, we'll sit down and have ourselves a good talk.

there with you

I wish I had all the answers. I wish I could show you that I'm there too. I wish you could know that in all this hurt, there is God -- I AM.

I wish I had all the answers? No... even if I had all the answers, I wouldn't know what to do with them. I wouldn't know what to do with yours or mine. Because it's not about having all the answers. It's about trusting.

How can we believe -- together -- that this is beyond having the answers?
I wish we could just hold on to each other, crying, hurting, until it's all over.
Maybe in spite of the miles, maybe in spite of the fact that we've only seen each other a few times in our whole lives, maybe in spite of the pain, the fear, the confusion, we can each hold on to Jesus's hand.
And then -- then! -- I can be there with you.
Because if we're both grasping the same Person's hand, we're together. Right?

3/31/05

be still.

Be still and know that He is God.
Be still and know that He is Holy.
Be still, oh restless soul of mine,
Bow before the Prince of Peace,
Let the noise and clamor cease.

Be still and know that He is God.
Be still and know that He is faithful.
Consider all that He has done,
Stand in awe and be amazed,
And know that He will never change.

Be still-
And know that He is God.

Be still.
Be speechless.

Be still and know that He is God.
Be still and know He is our Father.
Come rest your head upon His breast,
Listen to the rhythm of
His unfailing heart of love,
Beating for His little ones,
Calling each of us to come.

Be still.

- - - - -
written by Steven Curtis Chapman

3/8/05

demotion

I've been informed that my blog postings are usually depressing. And just to convince you I'm not a generally depressed person (although I do often write when I'm down in the dumps), here's a reason to smile:

I asked for a demotion from my job yesterday. Yep, that's right. I'm still wondering if I may be crazy, but I'm rather giddy about the whole situation. I told my manager it was just too much, these nights and weekends, and I didn't feel like I was taking full advantage of spending time with friends and family. I told her I believed relationships were more important than my job, and it was time to set my priorities straight.
I wonder if people will believe that. I wonder if anyone will congratulate me on my demotion (ha ha!) or if they think I'm just not ready to accept responsibility. But you know what? It doesn't really matter what they think. They don't know the conviction the Lord has laid on my heart to be a more dedicated wife and friend.

So here I am, heading into my last week on the management team, excited to be a housewife, excited to spend more time writing, excited to be able to spend time with the people I love, and especially excited to spend more time with God. This is the life!

3/7/05

to maggi tasha jake tami joe tony ash luke kristen lindsay bethany chris kenton tifani tommie brooke jason jeff mathew dixie and brandon

Inadequate. That's what I am. I take you to a place to see poverty, to help poverty, and I choke up. I guess I expect you do the work because I sure can't find the words. I just stare. I just listen. I think, "Boy, I hope they make the most of this opportunity to touch lives because we may never get to do this again." But I don't make the most of it. I choke up, inadequate.

Inadequate. That's what I am. I watch you take in James's words and I hope you're getting something out of it. That's what we planned it for, after all. For edification. But I don't get much out of it. I think about other things. Like myself. Like my life with Kyle. What are we doing here? What are we gonna do when our church runs out of fumes? I choke up, inadequate.

Inadequate. That's what I am. I hear you sing, excited to be together, excited to be praising your Father. I think, "Boy, I hope they make the most of this time because this is when we felt the Holy Spirit come down last year." It sounds beautiful. I wish I could sing like this more often. But instead of praising God, instead of thanking Him for here and now, I just hope for more opportunities in the future. I choke up, inadequate.

Inadequate. That's what I am. Inadequate to make anything of our time together. Inadequate to praise God. Inadequate to share His Word, His Love. Inadequate to serve you. Inadequate.

I don't know why I'm telling you this. Maybe because I realize my need for accountability, and you're the people close to me, with whom I'd love to be vulnerable. Maybe because I want you to know that under whatever facade I may put on, I want you to know that I'm broken, hurting, in desperate need to know more of God. And inadequate. Inadequate to thank you for coming and blessing my life more than words can say.

to john

John--is that even your name? I have a hard time remembering.
Where do you get your passion, John? Where do you get your questions? You were elated to have us pray with you. You were so excited you took over and praised God Almighty with your own lips. Then you asked us, "What do you know about God?" and "What do you know about God?" and "What do you know about God?"
What do I know? I said I knew that God is always there for us.
Would I know that if I lived where you live? Would I be as excited as you were to pray with strangers, strangers dressed in good clothes, strangers whose faces glow with health and life, strangers driving nice vehicles, strangers who have plenty to give away and only offer one bag full of food we'd never eat ourselves, full of food we didn't pay for?
Dear John, where do you get your passion?

to charles

Charles, I know I did most of the listening. I had things I wanted to say, but I didn't have the words to say them. Sorry.
You said you hate it under that bridge so you sleep in your truck. I wanted to tell you how God cares so much more for you than those birds hopping around on the ground beside us. I wanted to tell you how my God says if we have food and clothes, we're supposed to be content with that. But then I wondered how much food you get. And I realized how much stuff I have, and how uncontented I am with it. So I figured I shouldn't be the one preaching.
You said you took an entire year out of your life and read the Bible. Now, you don't read it, but it's in your heart. You showed me pictures of your ex-wife and kids. You showed me a picture of the woman you just left. I didn't see the pictures of the other two. I wonder what your parents taught you about that. I wonder what you thought when you read the story about the woman at the well. You showed me a picture of your boy in prison garb. He's out now; hopefully he doesn't have a gun.
You shared your life. You shared your thoughts. You said faith is most important, and faith without works is dead. You talked and I listened. You shared, even though we were the ones who barged in on your life.
I'd never think of doing the things you've done.
But you taught me something. You reminded me of the place in the Bible that says, "to whom much is given, much will be required." And I wonder... for all that I've been given, am I a better servant than you? My life has been saturated with opportunities to read, and sing, and be taught by my family. And you? You find joy in "Amazing Grace." You know that faith without works is dead. For the scrap of exposure to Christ that you've been given, I can't help but realize... you are. You're a better servant than I am.