The Keys To My Success

Yesterday, at work, I ask “Has anyone read anything good lately? I need a new book.”

The first response I get is “When do I ever have time to read?”  Shouted over the cubes by OMG girl.

Really?

This was not the question that I was asking.  I simply wanted a suggestion for a good book.

Why do some people take any opportunity to regale us with the misery that is their lives?

Am I annoyed because I simply do not give a fuck?

 

That’s not entirely true.  I do not take pleasure in seeing people in misery.  Well, there are a few people that I would like to see with burning assholes for the rest of eternity, but for the most part I’m pretty peace-loving.

 

I actually try to down play any misery that I might be suffering from to the general public.  I’m beginning to believe that I am the minority here.  From work to Facebook, everywhere I look or listen, someone is COMPLAINING and usually quite loudly.

Now, if you’ve read here for any length of time, I’m sure that you’re thinking “TrippyBeth complains a lot herself.”  And you wouldn’t be wrong.

However, I’m really trying to change my life.  Negativity breeds more negativity, it’s a vicious circle that I’m trying to stop. 

I want to be happy.  So I ‘m thinking happy thoughts, being grateful, visualizing the things that I want and I’m open to receiving them.

This was a little difficult yesterday after locking myself out of my apartment.  But, I had a cell phone to call for help, I had a friend to come pick me up, I had another friend take me home and lots of good-natured teasing… it most definitely could have been worse!  And it was something to laugh about all day.

Who doesn’t need more laughs?

I was able to get back in my apartment last night and in three hours the weekend begins… what’s not to like about that?

A Thistle by Another Name... Is Just as Prickly

Well... My friends, my mood has improved.

My friend B and I discussed things and have decided to continue with our friendship. 

I am pleased with myself that I didn't run for the hills, like I'd normally do. 

Maybe Trippybeth is growing up.

(But, hey, who really wants that?)

B and I had the most fantastic day on Friday. Honestly, it was one of the best days in my recent memories. I feel lucky.

You can follow our shenanigans on my photo blog.

Saturday I finally got my thistle tattoo!!! 

My friend KR rode to Dayton with me and witnessed her first tattoo!! 

Kevin, as always did a fantastic job for me and I'm very pleased! 

The half sleeve is coming along nicely. 

The stencil.

Kevin working hard...

The finished product!!

The after-ink sangria ;-)

Please Pass the Bourbon

Sigh…

At my last posting I confessed to being smitten.  According to Webster’s, one of the definitions of smitten is “To be struck with a firm blow”.

I couldn’t have been more accurate with using a term than I was with using smitten.

Today, I was struck with a firm blow, unexpectedly, squarely in the gut.

I was dismissed.

I can’t really say “dumped” since there was no relationship declaration.  But I feel DUMPED.

Crying at work is sooooooo not cool. 

I won’t detail his reasons here, out of respect for him, his reasons are his own and from what he said it wasn’t about me (unless that was just to spare my feelings).  I actually understand the reasons that he gave me; it’s someplace that I’ve been before.

Maybe my stupid enthusiasm had something to do with it… in fact, I’m sure that it did.  I wear my heart on my sleeve sometimes, and when I think something or have an idea, I have to share it, that’s just how I roll…  maybe I need to change some more things about me???

Do I think that he’s being rash? Do I think that he’s fucking up?

HELL YES I DO.

But, it’s not my decision… I can only live with it.

I guess I’m upset that I let myself feel a connection with someone and have some hope that it could possibly turn into something.  That’s not my usual MO.  But, I did feel a connection with him; I saw something very special in him that I haven’t seen in many before.

I’m not mad, but my feelings are hurt, I have that pain that a person gets deep inside their chest, maybe that’s where my soul is??

Now what do I do this weekend?  I took a vacation day on Friday because we were gonna take a day trip. I was so looking forward to it.

I guess I could go alone, but that doesn’t sound like too much fun to me…

I think I’ll just get drunk.

Accenting the Obvious

Accents…

Admit it, you either like them or you hate them.

Most people begin to immediately make assumptions about a person as soon as they hear a voice that doesn’t sound like their own.

Whether the assumptions carry any weight or not, that’s just how our minds seem to work.

You know that when you hear a southern, a New York, a Boston, a British, an Indian accent you already think that you know something about the person.  A little slow perhaps? Snooty? Sophisticated?

I’ll admit I’ve been a little swayed by a lovely accent before; I’ve dated Irish, British and Italian men.  But underneath the soliloquy, they’re just dudes.  We all know that there are assholes in every nationality.

These makes me think of a guy I once met on a dating site.  We started out texting, which is how I prefer things to go, then, late one night, he called me.

“Wow, you have an accent!”  Was his initial comment.

“Yea, I know, I’m not a Cincinnati native.”  I reply, thinking it will be the end of the discussion about my accent.  Which, by the way, isn’t a bad accent at all.  And the longer I live here, the slighter it becomes.

But… it went on and on…

“From looking at you, I’d never guess you had a country accent!”

Sheesh…

I may not look like a country girl, but, underneath all this ink… I am one.

I’ve always thought that I sounded like a hick and even as my accent becomes slighter, there are words that I know I’ll never be able to say “right”.  But that’s ok, that’s part of my charm.

Anyway, he kept going on and on about my accent, even trying to mimic it (or mock, I’m not sure).  I began to feel a little offended.  Don’t get me wrong, I don’t have a chip on my shoulder, and I can accept some good natured teasing, but for fuck’s sake, he wouldn’t let it go.

I was sooooooo relieved when he got another call that he had to take.

Now, he could have been a perfectly nice guy who was a little nervous, not a good conversationalist or just a total dunce, I don’t know.

I have to put him in the same category as the guy who said I looked like a really cute cartoon character. 

Oh yea, before I forget to mention it, TrippyBeth is smitten.

I know, look out and batten down the hatches!!

I don’t know if it will go anywhere, not sure if he’s smitten or not, all I know, right now, is that I like spending time with him…

Oh, don't forget to check out my photo blog if you get the chance!!

http://reflectionsuponmyreality2.wordpress.com/

Bourbon and Porn

I can’t believe that it’s been over a month since I’ve posted here!

I had 2 people tell me over the weekend that they’ve missed me… it’s good to be missed.

Nothing too exciting has been going on… maybe one thing, which I’m keeping to myself for the time being.

I, of course, still get interesting messages on the dating site.  The most interesting, recent one said this:

“I really like your profile, and by the way, I make amateur porn.”

Folks, we have a winner!!!

Before I hit delete, you know me, I had to reply.  All that I said was this:

“So is everyone that owns an iPhone.”

Just ask Siri, she will tell you that good amateur porn is all about angles…

Recently I’ve been obsessed, only, with photography which you can see here.

And getting out and having a little bourbon now and then… G and I hit a “bourbon class” last weekend, which is basically a tasting, and you get to try things that you ordinarily, probably would never try.  What I did discover is that I am no fan of corn whiskey! It doesn’t compare to the nectar of the gods that is good bourbon!  Hopefully I can check out a beer tasting and more “bourbon classes” soon…

 

Maybe, my life will take and exciting turn and I will be back to tell my tales soon!!!

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.