Posts in category "Shopping"

Gender bias or just credit card bias?

Gender bias or just credit card bias?
Over a decade ago, I put my name on the Cubs waiting list for season tickets. Me, Kim Strickland. And then I waited and waited. And then three years ago, my name finally came up! And then I had to talk my huge Cubs fan of a husband into buying those season tickets. (I have... Read more »

A Super Bowl Salute to Quarterback Moms (and by that I mean moms who are like quarterbacks and not moms of quarterbacks)

A Super Bowl Salute to Quarterback Moms (and by that I mean moms who are like quarterbacks and not moms of quarterbacks)
As we approach Super Bowl Sunday, I’ve got football on the brain. Which could explain why I’ve begun to think of myself as the quarterback of our family. In fact, I think most moms out there are the resident quarterbacks, relentless calling the plays that get their husbands and children through the multitude of appointments... Read more »

Did Facebook's new algorithm make me invisible?

Did Facebook's new algorithm make me invisible?
Facebook’s new algorithm has me feeling like a nobody. The last few times I posted a status update, no one Liked it. No one commented on it. I got crickets. I felt betrayed by all 986 of my closest friends. Usually I get all sorts of Likes and comments. Only rarely, crickets. So, what’s up?... Read more »
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Worrying what the neighbors think: my milk cooler OCD

Worrying what the neighbors think: my milk cooler OCD
I try not to spend too much time imagining what the neighbors think of us, or more specifically, what they think of me, because it has such potential to become one more thing that keeps me up at night (besides worrying about what’s going to happen to Carol out there all alone on The Walking... Read more »

Skinny Mirrors - You know what I'm talking about

Skinny Mirrors - You know what I'm talking about
Finally, a store that gets it. When I’m out shopping for clothes, I totally want to be lied to by the mirror. I want a Skinny Mirror. Now don’t you be pretending you don’t know what I’m talking about, because don’t we all know the one mirror in our house that was forged, fun-house style,... Read more »

Christmas is Coming

Christmas is Coming
My oldest son, when he hears the phrase, “Christmas is coming,” says it’s like the equivalent of hearing a Neanderthal dragging his un-manicured talons in vicious circles across a pre-historic chalkboard, you know, if there were chalkboards in pre-history. But, have I mentioned in the last fifteen minutes that all three of my children have... Read more »
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A City Mom does not do advice, so don't read this

A City Mom does not do advice, so don't read this
“Give advice to a person, place or thing.” Oh, God no. Anything but that. Tonight for the first time in history, all the bloggers at ChicagoNow have been given a topic and a deadline. Above is the topic. One hour from now is the deadline. (Insert profanity here.) A City Mom does not do advice.... Read more »

Hey stupid retail store, Do you have YOUR A City Mom card?

Hey stupid retail store, Do you have YOUR A City Mom card?
“Do you have a CVS card?” “Do you have a Jewel card?” “Do you have your Staples, OfficeMax, Sports Authority, Petco, Petsmart, PetSupplies Plus, Awful Store You Only Get to Once a Year Card?” How about this, annoying retail store: Do you have your A City Mom Card? Your Kim Strickland Card? Why not? You... Read more »

Neiman Marcus snubbed me. Well, snub you.

Neiman Marcus snubbed me. Well, snub you.
For years  I’ve been harboring a grudge against Neiman Marcus. I know! And I’m sure they’ve felt it in their bottom line. My grudge is not just because back in 2003 their Christmas Book’s most expensive gift was a Learjet 60 ($12-million) in complete opposition to my preference for Gulfstreams. No, my dislike of Neiman... Read more »
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Computerized voicemail answering labyrinths suck.

Computerized voicemail answering labyrinths suck.
Voicemail answering labyrinth systems suck. Big time. My hatred for them borders on unnatural. Oftentimes when dealing with them, I lose my angelic-like demeanor and find myself screaming at the digi-voice on the other end of the line, which serves no purpose other than to blow off some steam at my end. That computer bitch,... Read more »