I was definitely born in the wrong era. I've always known that, and all my life I have been dubbed an "old soul". A quick walk into my home and you will see my record collection stacked neatly in the shelf under my record player, 100+ year old mason jars on my hutch in the kitchen, family heirlooms spanning back almost 100 years (including a wall hanging wind up clock), and plates hanging on the wall used as photo frames for old family photos. I love wearing cardigans, and will not go to the store in sweatpants. My favorite song is "The Very Thought of You" by Billie Holiday, which was written by Ray Noble in 1934 and recorded in 1938 by Billie. Favorite movies include classics such as White Christmas, Meet Me In St.Louis, An Affair to Remember, Peter Pan, and Mary Poppins. I love it when a guy holds open a door for me. Everything on the Miranda Lambert song "Automatic" hits home to me.
Quarter in a payphone Drying laundry on the line
Watching Sun tea in the window Pocket watch tellin time
Seems like only yesterday I'd get a blank cassette Record the country countdown cause I couldn't buy it yet If we drove all the way to Dallas just to buy an Easter dress We'd take along a Rand McNally, stand in line to pay for gas God knows that shifting gears ain't what it used to be I learned to drive that 55 just like a queen, three on a tree Hey, whatever happened to waitin your turn Doing it all by hand Cause when everything is handed to you It's only worth as much as the time put in It all just seemed so good the way we had it Back before everything became automatic If you had something to say You'd write it on a piece of paper Then you'd put a stamp on it And they'd get it three days later Boys would call the girls And girls would turn them down Staying married was the only way to work your problems out
All that being said, I am so very thankful to live in the Google era. There are many things I do not enjoy about our time period, but I am not sure what I would do without Google.
I google everything. Actors names on IMDB to prove to my husband how amazing I am at recognizing faces in the movies we are watching, items on my kid's wish-list to find the best deal since I so severely hate physically shopping, movie times, weather, and 1990's fashion photos to show my children how amazing we dressed in High School.
To be able to look up how long to boil an egg, how many teaspoons are in a tablespoon, and pie recipes on Pinterest is a lifesaver to me with Thanksgiving approaching. I am not sure why I cannot for the life of me remember how to boil a stinkin egg, but I blame it on never being good with numbers. As I'm cooking dinner and have to google an instruction, I daydream about what life would've been like for me if I was born in the late 1800's. I suppose they were much better at writing things down than I am. I most likely would forget where I put that note anyway and end up googling it. Bless. My brain is full of important things like useless facts, movie quotes, and song lyrics. God knows what he is doing, and while I very much love the fashion, music, and movies of the 1930s, He knew that I would need Google more.