Archive | all about me RSS feed for this section

Too long for Twitter, not long enough for its own post (or story of my writing)

25 Jun

I took my nephew to see Man of Steel this past weekend and they were having trouble with the projector so it started about 20 minutes late. While we were sitting there waiting, staring at a blank screen, my nephew leans over and whispers, “This movie is awesome! Thanks a lot for taking me, Aunt Bri!” He is such a shit. I adore him.

I have an unimaginable amount of useless knowledge rattling around in my brain, but don’t ask me where South Dakota is, apparently I delete states that I consider unimportant. (This happened and my mother was mortified.)

I was never one of those girls who had obsessive crushes on celebrities or even boys I went to school with. I didn’t want to know anything about a band because that would have potentially ruined the music for me. I had an actual opportunity to meet a celebrity that I admired and enjoyed and I turned it down because I didn’t want to take the chance that the reality of him would ruin my movie watching, but if I were to run into a certain British actor all of that caution would go out the window. Hello. I am a 36 year old woman and I have my first crush on a celebrity. Were we to meet, it would be love, I’m telling you. (Mostly kidding. Mostly.)

In three weeks I will be in Florida, geeking my little heart out over Disney, Harry Potter, Marvel superheroes, and movie magic. I am so excited to be taking my first vacation in four years that I can hardly contain myself. If you follow me on Instagram or Facebook that week, I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.


Last Week on Chronicles of an Accidental City Girl…

19 Mar

Last year?

Last  decade?(Or, you know, whenever.)

This is actually the…um third time I’ve tried to write a blog post since….that last time. When you last heard from me, I had moved in with my parents until I figured out my next move. Then I got a job. It was horrible and every day was misery, for very little money. And then I realized that in order to get my financial shit together, I was going to have to continue to live with my parents. Possibly forever. And then I died. Not really. But nothing much happened other than, you know, woe is me, life is hard.

Bogart was happy, he isn’t alone much and he successfully figured out how to manipulate my parents, so no problems there. Life was boring and I didn’t feel like I had stories to tell. Then I lucked into a job as a legal assistant, made friends, started working out for the first time in my life and things are starting to look up. I’m about to turn 36 in a couple of weeks and there is nothing wrong with my life that a little more money wouldn’t fix, so I’d say I’m doing pretty good.

And now for a short dog story. Bogart at 4 years old is a typical bulldog. Laziness with occasional glimpses of crazy.  Last night I was watching TV and he had the doorway staked out to prevent my escape when I noticed him snarfling the throw rug he was laying on. (Snarfle is the best way to describe the sniffing/grunting noises he makes when he is SERIOUS about a smell.) As I watched, he scooted up the section of rug that had his attention between his front paws and opened his mouth to…..I don’t know what. Taste it? “Bogart!” He froze and his eyes rolled around to look at me without actually moving his head. (Lazy. Or efficient. One of those.) “Are we chewing on rugs now?” I could actually see his little brain working out whether he was going to ignore me or stop the mischief. Thankfully he went with stop but showed his displeasure with a big, put upon sigh and turning his head so he could no longer see me.  My dog, ladies and gentlemen.


If you have been checking back occasionally and are even mildly excited that I decided to write again, thank you.  If you stumbled onto this post and this blog because you googled what to do when your dog chews on your rugs and you actually read all the way to the end of my silliness, thank you too. And good luck with that. It sucks. (Also, feel free to look around. I’m occasionally funny.)

Let’s ramble, shall we?

30 May

Twice in as many days I’ve sang at full voice driving down a country road and it was joyful but my voice strained and pulled. I realized it has been too long since I’ve felt like I was able to be full voice, at my full self. Too many weeks spent holding back and walking softly to try to please. And that horrifies me. Makes me hug my dog. And he lets me while his nubbin of a tail wags frantically. Because he loves me. More heart than brains, that one.

I have a nasty sunburn on my back from too many hours spent in full sun working in the yard without sunscreen, like an idiot. But I’m home for more than just a visit since I was 19, sleeping in the bedroom that I left back then. And my 62 year old father has more energy and stubbornness than men half his age and Bogart and I refused to go in before he did, so we both paid the price. Did you know that dogs could get a sunburn? I didn’t either. Bogart is also suffering from bug bites, mosquitos and biting flies have left pink bumps all over him so he’s getting dosed with Benadryl morning and night which seems to be helping, poor pup.

I also have ready access to laundry again, whenever I want, which means all my clothes are clean again within a few days and oh my god, the freaking LUXURY of it all! It turns out I don’t have enough hangers. Huh.

When I moved back in to the L shaped room my sister and I shared as teenagers, we cleaned out the closet that was once hers since our Mom had years ago taken over the one that used to be mine. When I transferred all the clothes Mom had been storing in our old room into my old closet, the bar broke. Broke from the weight of her SECOND closet full of clothing. I come from a family of collectors, people. The only thing stopping them from being hoarders is restricting their collecting to closets and garages. But still. I went right down to my Mom and told her that one (walk in!) closet was surely enough clothes and we were having a rummage sale and the bar trying valiantly to hold up the weight of her clothing had ripped right out of the wall after more than 20 years. Yesterday, I brought down arm loads of clothes for her to look through and brought back up anything she HAD to keep. She got rid of 2/3 of it. Success! My aunt wants me to do the same thing for her. 🙂 It’s hard to see what’s right in front of you sometimes, especially when you can hide it away in a closet. 😉

Storms ripped through the area last Wednesday night and though tornadoes touched down north of town and a few times the sky made me a little nervous, it’s sort of a family tradition to watch it come over the hill and marvel.







I was shooting every 30 seconds to a minute as the clouds rolled in and built. We didn’t retreat inside until the rain became a downpour. We’re a little nuts. 😉

I’ve been thinking on my new blog name and I thought about all the places I’ve lived in the last few years and the blogs that sprang from those places and I realized that I don’t want my blog’s name to be about where I live anymore. I’ve had 8 addresses since I left home at 19 and I may have 8 more, who knows. Where I live doesn’t define me in life, it shouldn’t define me on the internet. So, now I just need to find the words that define me, or maybe words that mean home to me, whatever that point on the map might be.

Suggestions, of course, are welcome. 😉

Changes and Happenings

22 May

Previously on Chronicles of an Accidental City Girl, I was living in Chicago, walking dogs part time for a living and living with my boyfriend, our dog and three cats.

As of this evening, I am boyfriendless, in Southern Illinois, temporarily living with my parents with a dog and one cat.

A lot has changed, huh?

Things hadn’t been going well with the boyfriend for that last few months but being the optimistic person that I am, I was sticking it out, thinking we would work it out. He was not so optimistic. So. Here I am. And I’m ok. And Bogart loves the country.


And ADORES my mother. The surprise for all of us (including her) is that she loves him right back. 🙂

Right now, I’m working out my next move, in the meantime I’ll spend some time with family , work on projects, take my nephew to the beach and the pool and enjoy the quiet. I need the quiet. I need to breathe for a while.

Another thing I have to figure out is what to call myself. Not a city girl any more and I’m not sure that I’ll move back to a city, at least not for the foreseeable future. So what do I call myself? Not so citygirl? Citygirl/ Countrygirl? A Girl with her Dog? Bogart and Bacall?  Any other ideas?


Thanks for listening,



p.s. My Chicago phone has been turned off, so if you tried to text or call me, that’s why I haven’t responded. I’ll have a new phone with a new number this week and I’ll text everyone so you’ll have it. 🙂

The True Story of My Car, Extra Crispy

5 Apr

Until today, I drove a 2002 Taurus, the most unexceptional car on the planet. When I first got it, everything worked and it was fully loaded with anything your little 2002 heart desired. But little by little, things started going wrong. The light that came on when a door was ajar, came on whenever it felt like it. The a/c died last summer. The starter died last fall. And this winter, off and on, I had been having trouble with the fuel filter or pump or something of that nature but didn’t really have the money to have it fixed. As of a couple of days ago, I finally had a few hundred dollars set aside to take the car to my car guy and have him look it over. (Oh, and I had a slow leak in one of the tires.)

This morning, I went to work as usual, and was on my third dog walking visit. I couldn’t find street parking, so I decided to “borrow” a spot behind an apartment building. They were all empty and I was only going to be there 25 minutes. I went up, got the dogs, took them on their walk and we were headed back to their place when I heard sirens and smelled something burning. “Eww, must be a fire nearby.” As we got further down the street, I saw the fire truck and the  smoke. It was coming from where I had parked the car. “Pleasedon’tletitbemycar.Pleasedon’tletitbemycar.” It was my car. On fire. I stood there in stunned silence while the firemen tried to get the fire out, while they pried the hood up and shot water into the engine to put out truly impressive flames.

Thank god I wasn’t in it.

Thank god it wasn’t near another car when it went up.

Thank god someone called the fire department at the first sign of smoke.

My car went from perfectly fine (as far as I knew) to fire ball in less than 20 minutes.

I think I’m done with cars. I’m bad for them.


Thanks for listening,


Help me with valentines?

18 Jan

I have at least 6 posts in drafts and a bagillion projects to show you, some done, some I’m just dreaming about. Every time I sit down at the computer, I get distracted by a cat or dog or boyfriend or project that needs my attention…..

I hate this time of year. It’s so much easier to ignore the fact that it’s winter during the holidays. Then you’re busy and the snow seems romantic and festive rather than gray and depressing. By now you’ve recovered from the holiday madness and have nothing to look forward to but ice and snow and yuck for the foreseeable future. It’s DEPRESSING!

On top of all that, I’ve got some hard core cabin fever, being shut up inside most of the time with 3 cats, a giant whining dog and an equally crabby boyfriend is driving me batty. 😉

BFP texted me this morning to let me know that he had been talking to his old friend Kyle and they were going to meet up after work to throw darts. This should give you an idea of our state of mind the last few days…..

Him: I am going to meet Kyle and play darts tonight after work.

Me: That sounds great! Have fun! (Stay out as late as you want, don’t get too drunk was unsaid but understood.) We both need to get out of the house occasionally and separately before there’s bloodshed 🙂 Love you!

Him: Please don’t murder me.

Me: I’ll try not to but I can’t make any promises, we are both too crabby to stand right now. Tell you what, I’ll count to ten first, give you a running start.

Him: I’ll be able to tell if a knife comes out, but just don’t poison me. Like a woman.

Him: A deadly woman. (a tv show on investigation discovery)

Me: Oh don’t worry, if I kill you, it won’t be premeditated, just stay on my good side and you’ll be fine……flowers and cupcakes always work, FYI.


I’ve had the couch and the apartment to myself tonight and IT WAS AWESOME.

Now that I’m shopping for Valentine’s gifts rather than torture devices, I need your help. Both gifts he will love, I’m just trying to decide which is more, you know, flower and hearts day appropriate.



(click on the photo to go to the etsy store)

or this


Both are customizable and I would ask to have M+B inscribed on it somewhere with the date. What do you think?


Thanks for listening,



2 Jan

I’m not a big New Year Resolutions girl, but I decided this year to set forth some goals so that I can see where I am and how the year went. (I know I’m a day late but after the drama of moving and then traveling to visit family, BFP and I have spent the last 3 days being ill. That is so much fun, I can’t even tell you.)

I just remembered. Don’t we have only a year to live. Or something? Right? Better make it good then.

My 2011 Resolutions (in no particular order)

  • get a real job

I like dog walking, but let’s be serious, you can’t make real money at anything part time, and I don’t like it enough to make it a full time thing. I have a tiny glimmer of hope that something may be on the horizon, but even if it isn’t I need to get to work and find something to make some shoe money. Mama needs some new shoes!! 🙂

  • become a decorating genius

Ok, not really, but I want to make this apartment shine and that means stretching my DIY and decorating skills further than ever before.

  • take the blog up a notch

I’m going to share the decorating journey, because it’s fun and because someday I’ll be able to learn from all the mistakes I made this year and because I’ll have a record for the next place of all the things that not only worked, but looked GOOD. Also, I’m going to make the jump to self hosted this year so I can stretch my computer skills too. 😉

  • take a pottery class

I found a pottery studio that offers classes that I can afford in a neighborhood not too far away. If I really enjoy it, I can join the studio and use the equipment any time I want, which is the goal. Let’s just say friends and family can more than likely expect awesome bowls and mugs for xmas next year. 😉


And that’s it. Nothing very serious and nothing that I’ll be obsessed with for 2 weeks then drop, just things I would be doing anyway. What are your resolutions?


Thanks for listening,


%d bloggers like this: