I Love Margaritas At The White Sox Games Too

I Don't Drink Anymore Because Booze Makes Me Fat

Also My Feet Hurt If I Eat Too Much Sugar And Booze Has Tons Of Sugar

I was organizing my photo albums that I transferred to my new MacBook Pro I bought with some of my Steemit earnings and I found this wonderful selfie taken with the 1st generation iPhone back in 2007. My dear husband took this photo, so I guess it's not really a selfie. There was no front facing camera on 1st generation iPhones.

Photo Taken With 1st Generation iPhone

This is our front yard over on South Water St by Millennium Park and Michigan's Lake Front. The complex used to be a swamp river frontage, then an old dump that was turned into a golf course and then turned into a bunch of condo's and skyscraper apartment buildings.

We moved into the Shoreham before it was finished back in 2006 and I felt like I was living in a spaceship. Being a farm girl and all I had no chores to do and it was heaven. We had saunas, a pool, and gym on the 15th floor.

It was awesome until around the 3rd year and everything started getting stinky and old. Especially the hot tubs. Who knows what happened in those hot tubs...

This is the front of the office building I worked in as a paralegal, not the most glamous job but it was steady work and I didn't have to edit just create documents and do filings in court. The hard part was dealing with court clerks. That's another story to be told at a later date.

I walked to work either on upper Wacker St or Lower Wacker St, it was a 2 mile walk full of interesting people every day. I loved that walk. I walked Lower Wacker during the winter to avoid the extreme cold and winds. That walk and the photos I took will become another article about the underbelly of Chicago. I did a Tibetan meditation called Chod under Chicago surrounded by darkness, dust, and garbage left by the underground communities that used to live down there before Mr. Obama became President. Chod is used to cut fear at its roots and to develop compassion to take the place of fear and I was able to walk in the darkness of Chicago's roots without fear! Walking lower Wacker every day was a strange adventure. By contrast upper Wacker St was a people watching paradise.