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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.)


Matt Damon is trying to make a fool of my dog

4 Jul

I was just watching The Adjustment Bureau while Bogart snoozed in the floor. There’s a scene in the movie where Matt is alone in a cavernous room and he shouts out, “Helloooo!?” I’ll admit, it was pretty loud and Bogart awoke with a snort, swinging his giant head around while trying to determine where the voice had come from. When he didn’t see an immediate threat, he bolted downstairs, barking his fool head off, in what I can only assume was an attempt to protect me from some imaginary prowler. I followed, giggling uncontrollably, because there he was making a fool of himself over Matt Damon. Idiot dog.

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. 🙂

Bogart doesn’t like the word NO

16 Mar

A few months after BFP and I moved in together and to Chicago at the same time, I checked out some books from the library on dog training to help with some of Bogart’s more…ahem, charming qualities. Some strategies worked and some didn’t, but I did gain a better understanding of what goes on in his doggie brain.

One of the things that the authors said that made me literally laugh out loud was the assurance that dogs are not vindictive. Ok, sure. No, your dog peeing in your shoes isn’t because he is trying to get back at you but I don’t think any of these people have had a dog that reacts to the word no quite like Bogart does.

No joke. I recently told him no to something he wanted. He huffed and pouted and when that didn’t move me, he left the room and came back less than a minute later with one of my boots. In his mouth. That he dropped in the middle of the floor. Then he sat and looked at me. Yeah. Not vindictive AT ALL.

He makes me crazy.

But he thinks snow is AWESOME


Even if it means trying to move around in snow up to his neck…


Living with a ridiculous dog does have it’s advantages. My feet stay pretty warm and he loves the smell of morning breath so he’s a good morning snuggler. 😉

But if he touches my boots again, he’s a dead man.


Thanks for listening,



P.S. Thanks so much for the words of support while I’m dealing with family stuff. I’m not ready to talk about it yet, but it made me think of stories to tell so I’ll get there and then we can finally get around to talking about all the changes I’ve made to our apartment.

P.S.S Yes, these are photos I took during our blizzard in Chicago from the safety of our apartment since I still had the flu. Taking a dog out to go to the bathroom was REALLY interesting for a few days, let me tell ya.

Over the river and through the woods to…wait

13 Dec

I’m still here. 🙂 My apartment is full of boxes, the new kitchen is painted and waiting for touch-ups and I’m living with a vague upset stomach due to the hell that is moving.

Before Friday I have to:

  1. Paint the living/dining room and hopefully the hallway (today’s snow storm put me behind on that goal)
  2. Finish the laundry
  3. Pack anything in the apartment that I don’t feel like taking over there myself
  4. Make a plan for built-in shelves for the new office
  5. Take all the nails out of the walls of the old apartment, spackle and touch up paint
  6. Call RCN to cancel services (they don’t cover Pilsen, at least not our address and UVerse does)
  7. Attempt to sell the last couple of things we don’t want on craigslist
  8. Freecycle everything else
  9. Try not to completely freak out


In the meantime, I’ll leave you with a photo of Bogart that we found a few days ago. It’s the day BFP brought him home. 😉


Thanks for listening,


Some of the many dogs in my life

14 Sep

I’m sorry, but I’m going to be one of those people that talks about dogs all the time. They are about 85% of my life right now, I just can’t help it.

After the first week of training where I followed a seasoned walker around and let the dogs on my route get used to me, one of the managers interviewed me for a blurb they put on the website introducing the owners and potential clients to the dog walkers. I find the whole thing super embarrassing. You wouldn’t know it to read this, but I don’t really like to talk about myself. I don’t like promoting myself or talking about my goals. Goals. *shudder* I’m at this place in my life where I don’t really know where I’m going, or even where I WANT to go. I’m just moving forward, and for now, that’s enough. For now, I walk dogs. It hardly even seems like work when I get to see these faces every day.


This is Cashew, a cocker spaniel. He was born a grumpy old man and walks at his own pace, which is slow. 😉 It’s all I can do to get him around the block in the 20 minutes I’m scheduled with him. He’s beautiful, stubborn as hell, and really sweet when he wants to be. He’s only about a year old, but acts like an old man already.


He has crazy long eyelashes, though you rarely see them since he spends most of his time with his nose to the ground.



This is Tater, full name Mr.. Tater Tot, a wheaten terrier. Tater is scarred emotionally from an attack from two dogs that nearly killed him. He’s pretty much scared of everything and it took me several weeks to gain his trust. I’m working on showing him how enjoyable walks can be when he isn’t yanking me down the sidewalk. 😉


He’s a gorgeous fluffball, with a stubborn personality, but once you earn his trust, he’s a sweetheart and a lover who gives out sloppy kisses.



And then I come home to this goofball, who slobbers on my shoes and wants to cuddle in my lap. He’s recently become obsessed with water in the way that bulldogs sometimes do and we’ve had to restrict his intake to keep the idiot from continuously having a full bladder. On top of that nonsense, he also thinks he’s a hunter now and would like nothing better than to catch a neighborhood rabbit, or rat even. (eeewww!) He makes me crazy, but I love the big dummy.

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