The Future is (gulp) Now!

While waiting for the crystal ball to drop last night, my family had a Back to the Future marathon. It had been some time since I watched the three Back2TheFutureclassics and I laughed my butt off – not figuratively, which is unfortunate.

In the second movie, the time machine went into the far future – the year 2015. Whoa! Wait a minute. That’s NEXT year.

When Marty McFly went back to 1955 the first time, I was 27 years old. A single working mom who could barely think past the next  weekend, let alone into the future. The year 2015 was a science fictional number to me, not a year I would likely experience myself. I did not bother to do the math, that’s how far away it seemed.

Now 2015 is around the corner. If 2014 passes as quickly as 2013 did, then we are practically there already!

So… where are the hover boards and flying cars? Houses that speak to you? The scenery channel? If the police find you passed out in an alley do they take you home? Would re-hydrated food disks taste right?  Could all this happen by next year?

Doubtful.

But I think that’s a good thing, since I’m having enough difficulty keeping up with the changes as it is.

How about YOU?  😉

My Biography?

Daily Prompt: Ghostwriter
If you could have any author –living or dead – write your biography, who would you choose?

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No decision was even necessary!

I choose Stephen King.

He could make my life sound interesting, and elaborate about the spooky things. I could ship him all of my journals (since junior high) and we could Skype regularly about the details & other stuff…

I can’t wait to read it! 😉

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A Time Machine Do Over

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angel babyI have read A Sound of Thunder by Ray Bradbury and I have seen The Butterfly Effect, so I would not venture into this lightly. However…

If I could spend an hour in another time,  I would go back to August 13th, 2002. The hospital delivery room. And when the doctor asks my daughter “suction or cesarean?”, and she turns to me asking “what should I do, mom?” I would tell her to have the cesarean.

Thereby preventing my first grandchild’s death.

Of course, my daughter may not take my advice. Or the incompetent doctor could botch the surgery. All I know for sure is the suction assisted delivery damaged the baby’s spinal cord – he was too big for my daughter’s pelvis. Something this doctor should have known since they did an ultra-sound that morning before she was admitted.

A senseless, preventable tragedy that only God knows why it had to happen. I am sure he had a reason for it, but dammit, I want to know what the Hell it was! Anyway, to try for a Do Over on Tyler’s birthday, is probably the only thing I would get into a time machine for.