Thursday, April 28, 2016

Please Stop Being Stuck In The Past!

The Thursday Blog Topic: Life's frustrations.  Let's talk about them.

On a serious note....
  • The next statement may be difficult for those that have known me for a decent period of time....  I am hesitant to write about my frustrations because I try not to complain.  I live a good life filled with many blessings.  I'm not the most affluent person in the world (in many areas life), but I know I have much more then most.  Though this is the case, the fact remains that I have frustrations.  One of my bigger frustrations is that people who have known me for several years don't see me for who I am now.  There is a tendency for people to still see the person I was in the past.  If they can see how I've grown, there is a good group whom I'm sure is just waiting for me to go back to my "old ways."  This frustrates me.... greatly. As a result of this inability to see me for who I am now, to see growth in me, means these same people lack respect for me by treating me as if I'm someone I no longer am.
  • People who get up in my business when it clearly isn't any of their business. This is a very big thing for me right now.
  • When people don't appreciate the opportunities and privileges they've been afforded.  I heard a story of someone whose parents gave them money for a down payment on a home about two years ago.  To date, the parents haven't received a thank you from their child.  There is a lot of commentary I could write on this, but I will leave my comments to a simple... WTF?!?!  How rude and unappreciative!
I have one more serious frustration I want to discuss, but I have to hold off until next week to express it.

On a lighter note....

  • I'm frustrated that I'm having a harder time keeping Passover this year.  Seriously, I've thought about deep dish pizza more than I should.  
  • I'm frustrated by my neighbors.
  • I'm frustrated that the city of Chicago is tearing up the streets in my neighborhood which makes it difficult to get around.
  • I'm frustrated that it's  the end of April and I still feel the need to wear my winter coat.... Seriously, why is this the case?
  • I'm frustrated that the paper in my office seems to reproduce at a faster rate than I can get rid of it.  This causes clutter, disorder and stuffed draws.

Now that I've shared some of my frustrations, please take a moment to read what frustrates my fellow bloggers:

Momarock (Sara)

Merryland Girl (Melissa)

Darwin Shrugged (Denise)

Monday, March 28, 2016

The House Shrunk

A few weeks back, I gave the Thursday Blog Project the topic of: My childhood home.

This topic was inspired by a trip to one of my old neighborhoods.  It was to where my family lived in West Rogers Park area of Chicago.  For many years I talked about living in this neighborhood, but I never quite knew where exactly in the area I lived.  I mean, I had a street name, but no exact address or cross streets.

A few months back, I did an internet search on my dad.  I was interested to see how much information was on the web about him considering he's been gone over 26 years.  Among the information I found on him was a listing for a home we lived in when I was in pre-school.  Even though I am often in the area this particular address is located, I have never actually driven past it... that is until a few weeks ago.  I was with a friend and mentioned about this house, how it was in the area and how I often think about driving to the address, but never do so.  They suggested as long as we were in the area we should take a spin by it.  It was night time so I didn't see much of it, but I did go back a few days later.

Wow, it shrunk.  Or, at least I think it shrunk.  It was SOOO much smaller than I remember.  Actually, the block we lived on was also smaller than I remember.  (Figures, I was a lot shorter and smaller back then.)   This isn't the first time I had this "I swear it was bigger than this" feeling.  Cozy Corner in Oak Park is the perfect example.  As I've written before, Cozy Corner is a diner my mom's parents use to take me to when I would spend the weekend with them.  When I went back there for the first time since I was a kid, about 10 years ago, I was astounded by how small it actually was versus how big it was in my memory.

This past weekend I drove past a condo building my family lived in when I was child.  It was an amazing space and I have very fond memories from our time there.  I drive past it frequently, but this time I noticed it is for sale.  I texted my mom to let her know this was the case.  Her response, "Are you going to buy it?"  Ha!  That wasn't the reason I texted my mom, but it would be sorta cool to live there again... which I have no plans to do so.  Oh, the many stories I have from that place.  One of them being my favorite the day I learned the song, "Hinei Ma Tov" at the Jewish day school I attend.  Or, how I use to roller skate across the dining room which had a wood floor.  Did I mention the roller skates I was wearing had steel wheels?  There was also the time I called my mom from my brother's room on our second line to ask for a cup of apple juice.  I think by now you get the picture this home was filled with good memories.

Now that I've shared some of my thoughts on "My childhood home," please see what my fellow bloggers wrote on the topic:

Momarock (Sara)

Merryland Girl (Melissa)

Darwin Shrugged (Denise)