Impromptu Hideousness

How does someone who doesn’t have to be at work until 9, wind up being late for work?

Sigh…

First, said person has to go out the night before for a couple of impromptu beers.

Then, the same person, arrives home, not too late, but cannot sleep.

This person also fails to plug in their phone, which they use for their alarm.

Person jerks awake, checks phone, DEAD, turns on tv… it’s 902a!!!

Already 2 minutes late for work and not even out of bed yet!

Sigh…

Arrived at 934a, even stopped and picked up breakfast, I will not comment on my hideousness…  you can judge for yourself!

Hideous me!

Last night I ventured down to Mainstrasse for a couple of beers at The Village Pub.

First of all, I have to say their beer selection is BANGIN.  If you wanna try it, chances are that they’ve got it.

I enjoyed 2 beers, a Dragon’s Milk, which I’ve had before and LOVE and a Founder’s Breakfast Stout, which was totally yummy…

Tonight, I’m heading to the Southgate House Revival to see The Tillers with my favorite Cuz and his awesome GF… then tomorrow morning to OTR to eat breakfast and break out the camera!

Check out my photo blog Reflections Upon My Reality!

The rest of my weekend is unplanned… sleep and washing my underpants has to fall somewhere in the span of those 48 hours…

Have a great weekend, my friends!!!

Giving the Universe Vertigo

Ok, I’m in a little better humor today, I think the bottle of wine last night was just what the doctor ordered.

I’m an ok kinda girl, maybe slightly odd, a little interesting, no doubt I can be fun, I can cook, give a fantastic back rub, am self supporting,  I’m an awesome friend,  I’m fairly intelligent… what other qualities do I need to work on???

I am sincerely turning it all over to the universe.  I’m going to try to keep putting out the good… and maybe it will come back to me.

So I get these messages on the dating site from “Marriedbutneedssomeone”.

The first message I don’t even reply to.  I mean, seriously, come on dude.

But he is persistent.

I finally write back:

“I have absolutely no interest in being The Other Woman.”

He promptly replies:

“I am looking for the long-term woman, forever.  Wife is the other woman.”

This guy obviously lives in the same alternate universe that my ex resides in.

He kept directing me to a movie “Same Time Next Year” saying that’s what he’s looking for.

Should I direct him to watch “Vertigo”?  That’s what I want…

Anyway… I didn’t continue the conversation.

I’m lonely, yes.

I want someone, yes.

But, no matter what kind of spin he wants to put on it, I’m still not going to be “The Other Woman”.

So I must endeavor on…

This weekend’s plans are still in the early stages of development.

I know that I am going to catch a show with my fav cuz and his awesome girlfriend Friday night, maybe get out and take some photos with Crawdad on Sunday… the weather is supposed to be warm; hopefully I’ll get out Saturday too.

I really must do laundry some time… or I’ll have to buy some new underpants.

Down in the Snow

Well, I came to a realization this morning as I drove to the office.

I’m never going to meet anyone.

It’s been 3.5 years on the dating merry-go-round and I’m still alone.  Even statistically it becomes less likely, the older I get, the longer I’m single…

I feel really down today… maybe it’s the snow…

I dunno.

Pondering the Prospective...

Hello friends!

Maintaining two blogs is a little more time consuming than I expected.  Well, now that I am healthier and actually able to do something other than lie around on my dead ass.

I will have, hopefully, two photo jaunts this weekend… it is sometimes inconvenient to be obsessive… but hopefully, this is a good obsession that will pay off, at least with some self-satisfaction.

So dinner tonight, photos with JG tomorrow, hopefully, dinner tomorrow night and photos with CC on Sunday!  I hope to get to a couple of cemeteries that I haven’t been to this weekend, and CC is supposed to map out a plan for Sunday.

I’m ridiculously psyched.

The photo blog is here.

I haven’t had a lot of action on the dating site this week, but I haven’t been on there roaming around.  If you don’t log on you get pushed to the back of the bus… less attention.  And I’m totally ok with that.  Sometimes it just gets old.

I did get this sexy little message this week…

He did follow up by saying that he was just kidding.  I guess he could have been, and if he was, come on… that’s your best opening line?  I’d rather get one of the “HI” messages.

I think I’m just jaded to it all.  Vulgar, suggestive emails, random photos of dude’s junk… none of that even fazes me anymore.

I almost long for the days of my innocence… three and a half years ago.  But, then what would I write about???

I suppose that when/if I ever meet THE ONE, I’ll abandon this blog and go strictly with the photo blog.  Especially since I’m having trouble managing 2 obsessions now, throw a man into the mix and I’ll be totally fucked.

Pondering...

Shit Magnet

Can you believe that I really don’t have much of anything interesting to chat about?

I’m pretty busy this week, now that I’m finally feeling better.  But nothing that I want to blog about just yet… we will see how things shake out I suppose.

I did have a few interesting emails on POF late Sunday night.

All the messages came in after I’d gone to sleep, but apparently, it appeared as though I was “online”.  So this dude kept sending messages, I guess he thought that I was ignoring him.

In one message he said “I love you, Kimberly”.

What the fuck?

So the next day I replied with “I think that you must have me confused with someone else.”

To which he replied “Kimberly is my ex, I was just trying to get your attention.”

Let me get this straight, this guy thinks that a good way to get a girl’s attention is by addressing her by his ex’s name?

Jeebus, it’s no wonder he’s still single.

I told him that it was just “bizarre”.

He apologized, said it was a mistake and he wouldn’t do it again, then said if I didn’t want to talk to him that he’d just move on.

I suggested that he move on, and not try the “Kimberly” thing with any other girl, because it will NEVER work.

Again, I wonder am I just a magnet for this crazy bullshit? 

One more thing….

Remember the dramatic emails I got from the exes fiancé a few weeks ago? 

Today, the ex, M, texts me and says “Now that everything has calmed down, T wants to know if you’re interested in make-up and skin care, and if she could add you to her Mary Kay mailing list.”

Fucking seriously?

I text back “Ummmm I kinda thought she hated me.”

Then he tells me that she never had a problem with me.

I just replied “M, she did have a problem with me.  She wrote an unkind, unprovoked email.  Now, that’s her thing.  But I don’t want drama and I don’t like it laid at my doorstep.  I love you as one of my dearest friends and I want you to be happy and I want the kids to be happy.  But it’s a little hard for me to act like it didn’t happen, especially when I didn’t deserve it.  And I’m allergic to Mary Kay make up anyway.”

Then he replied about T being harassed and his sister-in-law.

I told him that I was done talking about it.

Again, what is wrong with people? Why create drama and bullshit where there is none?  My life is too busy for that…

It Was a Good Weekend...

Bonjour!!

I hope that this Monday finds everyone well.  I am better, or getting better anyway! YAY! FINALLY!

I had a decent weekend.

Friday night, my neighbor AH and I headed down to the 50/50 art show at the Covington Artist’s Enterprise Center.

It was a really cool show, but I didn’t see anything that I needed to take home.  I’m looking forward to the next show, the concept was really brilliant.

50 artists, their works were all $50 apiece.

After we walked through the show, we headed to Keystone, I was wanting some mac-n-cheese!

I, again, got the Black Sabbath, which is mac-n-cheese with steak and mushrooms, it is delish.

I also had a Rivertown porter that I cannot recall the name of, it wasn’t the Rivertown Roebling, I’ve had that a few times before, it’s super yummy, but heavier than the one I had Friday night.

Anyway, I headed home early to get some sleep, as I intended to get up early to try to catch the sunrise and capture some photos.

The alarm went off at 615, I said “Fuck it”.

Then I had to pee.

Dammit.

So I got up to pee, stumbled around and decided that I need to not be a total slug and actually accomplish something on this lovely day.

So I threw on some clothes, a knit cap, a coat, grabbed the camera bag and headed out.

It was a chilly 31 degrees as I arrived at the riverside.

I snapped a few pre-rise photos of the Roebling.  Then ventured on down the bank and got more photos as I waited.

And waited.

The sun finally came up, but behind heavy clouds, total bummer.

Pre-rise Roebling.

While I was snapping photos, there was a man also taking photos, but he was up on the paved area, I had walked down the gravel beach area.

I kept one eye on him.

I didn’t feel like getting murdered.

I formulated contingency plans in my mind.

First, if he did happen to be a serial killer, I’d scream… like a fucking banshee.  And then, I’d run.

Now, we all know that I’m not TrippyBeth for no good reason.  So, I’d probably fall.

And we all know that’s when the serial killer gets you.  So then I’d have to land a forceful kick to his balls.

If that didn’t work and he rolled me over onto my back, I’d poke him right in the eye, like they tell you to do sharks.  I mean it should work with any predator, right?

The whole time I’d continue with my banshee wailing.

I’m hoping he’d think that I was more trouble than I’m worth.

If that didn’t work, I’d put 2 fingers right up his nose and start pulling… NO ONE could take that.

All the photo taking and the battle with the imaginary serial killer, wore me out! I headed home and took a nap!

After my nap, I got my shit together and headed down to Asylum Tattoo for some new ink!

I’ve been itching for a new tattoo for a minute now, but the craving got pretty strong the last few days.

I couldn’t get appointments with Kevin or Dustin.  But I follow another artist, Joe Nickley (www.facebook.com/joe.nickley), and I’ve really admired his work.

So I messaged him and asked if he could do me on Saturday.

I got a Saturday afternoon appointment, it was perfect timing!

Joe gave me a fantastic brightly colored hummingbird!  It looks awesome right below my peach blossoms!

We were both super stoked with the outcome!

The stencil.

The black outline.

Joe hard at work.

Under the needle!

The finished work!

I chose a hummingbird because they are love charms, in some cultures; they actually wear dead hummingbirds in bags around their necks!

I would never go that far… but hopefully this guy will bring me some luck in the love department!

Saturday night, I laid low, played with photos and was hungry.

Sunday morning I finally got out of bed, got it together and took a little road trip along the Ohio River to get some photos.

I stopped under a bridge, at St.Anne’s Convent and at a little country church and cemetery.  I got some pretty good shots, which I’m pretty happy with!

St. Anne's... see more photos here.

Then I got some groceries, not a moment too soon!

Got home, edited photos, and worked on a couple of art projects.

It was a good weekend.

Let’s hope that the week ahead is good as well!

CryBaby..

I cried.

Two nights ago, as I was watching “My 600 Pound Life”.  I didn’t cry for the 600 pounder, I cried for me.

Not because I’m 600#, thank Christ.

But I cried because the 600#er found love.

Now, don’t get me wrong, almost everyone deserves love, no matter their size.

But, I thought, here I am, mostly functional, average size, average looks, fairly intelligent, fun (so I’m told)… yet, love eludes me.

So I cried.

I am not a person who cries very much.  If you’ve seen me cry, I was either despondent or seriously pissed off.

I suppose it’s good to cry now and then, or so I’m told. I didn’t cry for long, and never got to the smothering puppies stage.

But, I’m past that now.