tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19656053535313988452012-01-22T10:43:04.081-06:00Random thoughts about things I see and situations I encounter in the city.Gladyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13629420290568722759noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1965605353531398845.post-85697652572660577622011-09-13T19:18:00.014-05:002011-11-03T16:02:28.654-05:00

Most people have a bucket list they want to fulfill before they well - um…kick it. I also have a bucket list. I came across it the other day while searching for an old file. While reading it, I realized that I have completed many of the items on it, but more importantly, I have experienced things much more important that I never even thought to include.  Not so much actions, but experiences.

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It's been a long time since I've posted anything. I guess that is what happens when you get a job and have to live up to the things you promised you could do in your interview. Besides me going back to work, lots of changes in the 'hood. New neighbors moving in, old neighbors moving out. It's been bittersweet. When you live in a condo building (like ours) it is only natural that you form

Gladyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13629420290568722759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1965605353531398845.post-2866346782172693942010-04-30T13:50:00.000-05:002010-04-30T13:50:58.993-05:00

My husband and I were married five years ago today. When we were married, my husband joked that he was in it for the long haul - which he said was for 30 years. Ha, ha funny. Every year for our anniversary, we drink wine (I hate Champagne) from our special wedding glasses and have a nice dinner. At the end of our toast, my husband always says the same thing..."I love you honey, only 28 years to

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 We live on the third floor of a walk-up in the city. If I leave my condo, I can walk exactly 3/10ths of a mile to get to the closest bar. We are within walking distance to approximately 40 bars and restaurants, numerous dry cleaners, drugstores, music venues, coffeehouses and grocery stores. This is why we chose to live in our neighborhood, we can walk everywhere – if we want to. That, and the

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Last night my husband and I spent the night at his sister's house. We were kid sitting my nephew while my SIL, her husband and their daughter spent the night out of town. My husband fell asleep on the couch and I slept in my niece Hannah's room. Apparently, I haven’t been in her room for a very long time. I was so tired when I went upstairs last night. I was ready to crash and call it a night

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1. I don't like to get up early. 2. The name of my dry cleaner (Mrs. Kim), my deli guy (Cobby) the guy at the Mobile station (Nguyen), and the homeless/mentally challenged fellow who pushes a cart in my sister's neighborhood (Van). They all have names...and stories. 3. I don't set the heat at 72 degrees anymore. 67 degrees with a light fleece on is just fine, thank you. 4. Chicago city streets

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I never used to drink red wine. In fact, I didn’t like any kind of wine unless it was mixed with Sprite. To think the Bartles & Jaymes people and the California Cooler people picked up on such a simple mix. Ugh. I got over my aversion to red wine in college. Specifically my sophomore year, at a party at my apartment. One of the guys brought over a gallon – or jug – of red wine. It was around 11:

Gladyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13629420290568722759noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1965605353531398845.post-7733493162503670092009-01-19T16:05:00.018-06:002009-02-02T15:39:18.645-06:00

I remember when I was in high school that a lot of my male classmates had jobs at local grocery stores bagging groceries. Thinking back - I don't know why girls didn't hold this position. Hmm - maybe they did, but I don't remember. Anyway, back then, the grocery bagger (aka cute boy) would bag your groceries and then helped you - OK, my mom - out to your car and even put them in your trunk. Then,

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Today I went to Marshalls. Bad idea. I figured that I was pretty safe going there at 1:30 on a Monday afternoon - I figured everyone would be working. I was so wrong.So wrong that not even the employees at Marshalls were working.How many people have to be in line to prompt a cashier to get on the loudspeaker and request back up? Is there a rule of thumb? (Why do they call it back up anyway? - If

Gladyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13629420290568722759noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1965605353531398845.post-88982381459530383912008-12-03T16:02:00.000-06:002008-12-03T16:37:55.698-06:00

Blah, blah, blah, blog. OK, I finally have a blog. It's not as if people are oiling up their RSS feeds to read it, but I do feel more in touch with my Web 2.0 self for now. My husband says I'm the like the Mrs. Kravitz of the 'hood. It's not really that I'm nosy - it's that we live in a condo building - in a neighborhood of 100,000 people - in a city of over 6 million people. And, well, I am just

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