Looking for treasure

As I drive past the church on my way to work every day, I read the sign. You know the type, it's one of those variable letter signs that the pastor can go out to once a week and change to suit his needs; sometimes is a cute saying, sometimes it tells of special events or what Sunday's sermon is going to be.

This week it had a saying, "Some people find fault like they're finding treasure."

So Grammatic!

I've been noticing, as I'm sure many of you have, that there seems to be a growing trend in slaughtering the English language.

"I like to blame everything on MTV ever since they stopped making MUSIC videos and just started making stripper videos. It just feels good."

Texts, instant messages, blogs and all manner of unedited text is being strewn around the globe at the speed of light through fiber-optic broadband and satellite.

Now, I'm not normally one to accomplish perfection in every piece of writing that comes out of my brain and I'm certain that at least one of my writer friends will read something in this blog and say things like, "Ugh, look at that misplaced comma!" or "How could she have missed that incorrect spelling? Doesn't she proofread?" So I don't pretend that I don't add to the decline of Western Civilization with the occasional dangling participle, an inappropriate voice change or by ending a sentence with a preposition, not to mention my use of colloquialisms and words that I've just plain made up. But I do try, and let's face it; it has been a while since I've been in school.

The memory fails.