Thrust Back In Time! Could You Handle The Truth?!

Have you ever thought, "I definitely could have been born in an earlier time."? I'll answer that question for you. OF COURSE YOU HAVE! Everyone has. But, are we being honest with ourselves? Think about it... Nowadays, we have:
-Cellphones
-Toilet Paper
-Internet
-Deodorant
-Television
-Computers
-Shampoo
-Facebook
-Hot Water
-Sliced Bread
-Showers
-Soap
-Dishwashers
-Hospitals
-Hair Products
-Microwaves
-Washers and Dryers
-Toilets
-Air Conditioning
-Refrigerators and Freezers
-Tweezers
-Radio
-Razors
-Antibiotics
-Equality
-Vehicles
-The option to brush our teeth...
-Etc.

I think you get my point. We've become spoiled to our generation. For some, if they were inadvertently thrust back in time by some kind of  failed NASA experiment, they would adjust quickly to the environment. As for the rest of us... Probably not so much.
I've always said that if I were to go back in time to say... the twenties, I would fit in no problem. I would enjoy myself immensely. People have even told me that I look like I could be from the early nineteen hundreds. If I went back in time with no way to come back to the future, I think I might die. Literally. I would probably get shot by someone in a gang, or ingest dirty water and get some kind of infection that my immune system has never been trained to fight off and/or I would surely die of tuberculosis (which was very common back then).
I wouldn't be upper class either. Not even upper-middle class. I wouldn't even be middle class. It would be my luck that I would be out on the streets trying to get people to give me bread. (Maybe not that far...)
Then AGAIN! I have information from the future. My very existence would create a ripple effect in history anyways.. I might as well make it a drastic one, right? I'll invent the traffic light! The Stop sign! Other things! Then I will be know as the smartest woman in History! Either that, or men will just take my ideas and roll with them... Although, they weren't my ideas in the first place, so I wouldn't really have the right to complain.

ANYways... If you went back in time, what era do you think you would be able to adapt to in the easiest possible way? Do you think you would be able to live a long and happy life in that era? Do you think I forgot  anything in my list? Comment below and like my post. Thanks. (:

Ramblings of a Grammar Nazi.

Isn't it interesting how illiterate people can be? You don't have to be a "Grammar Nazi" to appreciate a well written sentence. I'm always seeing comments on thoughtless posts on facebook about how irritating it is when the OP doesn't use proper grammar. It makes me feel better knowing that I'm not the only one who gets a metaphorical brain aneurysm each time I see someone using the word 'sense' in place of the word 'since' or 'your' instead of 'you're'. And, boy, does it get under my skin a little when I see a paragraph with no capitalization, punctuation or correct spelling. Don't even get me started on people who say words incorrectly.

I'm always correcting people. I know I shouldn't, since there are points in my life when I, myself, need to be corrected. Though, I can't seem to help it. There are times when I have to breath through the urge to correct someone and just let it go.

It feels like watching a wounded bird walk away. You want to go to it, patch it up the best you can and send it on it's way to heal. But, that's never the case is it? Once you send it away, it's not grateful for the help at all. The dumb bird scratches off the bandages you, so carefully, placed upon the wound and goes on living it's life broken, bleeding, and stupid.You can only hope that there's someone else willing to help the poor bird better than you did.

I guess that would be a bit of an extreme metaphor, but you understand what I'm saying -at least I hope you do. I know I'm not the only one who feels this way.

Challenge Accepted.

It's been quite a while since I last posted. And to be honest, I'm not putting a lot of thought into this particular post.

I don't consider myself an awesome writer and I definitely don't consider myself anywhere near an author. For me this isn't a diary for everyone to see, because I would never post my personal thoughts online. This blog is a kind of outlet for myself. Not an emotional one where I share all the drama in my life. To be perfectly forthright, I don't have anything close to drama in my life. (I'm pretty boring.) No, this is where I'm free to talk about what ever I want without being interrupted.

Growing up with two headstrong sisters and a verbal father, it was hard to get a word in. So, I became a private person. I realized that whatever I had to say, would only cause problems for me, because, like my father, I'm a straightforward person.

This is where I get to finally say what's on my mind, but, not in a way where I tell every single thought that passes through my head. (That's why we use: facebook/twitter.)

It happens like this:

Random idea: *deep British voice* Hello, darling.

Me: Well, hi! Why I haven't I thought about you?

Random idea: I haven't a clue, I'm always right here.

Me: I should write about you while you're here...

Random Idea: What an astounding revelation! But, I'll make it bloody difficult.

Me: Challenge accepted.

And that's about it. I love it when it happens out of the blue because, usually, when I try to think of something to write about I end up coming out as dry as a sponge in the desert and I end up picking the brains of other people. Then, I may not even use their ideas. I'm a little picky in that way.