It has occured to me throughout my life that I commonly misplace things. Slippers, shoes, friends, words...

The things I seem to misplace (or misuse, to be precise) the most are words. You know those cliched TV characters who misuse cliches? Like Ziva from NCIS? The ones that always mix up sayings and then get humorously reprimanded by their offsider, fow whom English was their first language? Well, that's me. (The Israeli one, not the hot American one)

Sometime during my life, I seem to have developed an affliction whereby I mix up metaphors, cliches, fashion senses...

Take this blog for instance. I think, had I named it correctly, it would have been called "One Shot Full Stop". One shot, as in with a gun. But no...One Stop Full Stop. That doesn't even make sense. Particularly with my overuse of ellipses...there is absolutely no chance that there will be only one stop in any blog entry written by me, nor that it will be a full stop.

So, in case you were wondering, that's how my blog came to be named. The misplacement of words, not to mention my brain.

I have also been known to say, cheap as pie, easy as chips, one foul swoop, for all intensive purposes...the list seriously just goes on. And now, without a Kaitlin Oliver, Julianne Clinch or Ben Adams in my life as a constant reminder that correct use of English is not only cool but also sexy (we may need to cut out Ben for that last adjective), how am I ever to reach the peak of Supreme Grammardom?

I can but try. I must but try. I must finish straightening my hair...