So the picture blog for December got lost with various amounts of insane activity and is currently tabled indefinitely. I haven’t had to to reflect, reset, or resume to normalcy anytime soon. But damn I’m happy. That’s what matters, right?
Archive for the Uncategorized Category
Meet the Parents (17)
Posted in Uncategorized on December 25, 2009 by jeffbedelMy parents and sisters came to Milwaukee to visit.
Reds (16)
Posted in Uncategorized on December 25, 2009 by jeffbedelBaseball with the family, Cincinnati style.
Bonfire on the Lakeshore (14)
Posted in Uncategorized on December 25, 2009 by jeffbedelBiking to a bonfire on Lake Michigan.
Menominee River Bike Ride (13)
Posted in Uncategorized on December 25, 2009 by jeffbedelAlso known as “the crash”.
Major Taylor Cycling Club (12)
Posted in Uncategorized with tags cycling, diverse, major taylor on December 11, 2009 by jeffbedelA diverse group with one purpose.
Pervert (7)
Posted in world with tags pervert, wal-mart, waukesha on December 10, 2009 by jeffbedelOK, we all have a little pervert in us and it’s something women like to yell at us every time us guys say even the slightest thing out of line (or don’t look at their eyes).
This story was about a guy at a Waukesha wal-mart getting his jollies in the lingerie department (I’m probably getting called a pervert for spelling lingerie correctly). Nonetheless, it wasn’t a big deal, but when they posted “search for pervert” on TV me and the rest of the male species felt like taking duck and cover for a fleeting moment. Then I grabbed my camera.
Here’s to perverts everywhere that aren’t in jail/house arrest/probation/list, etc.
Kitteh (6)
Posted in Uncategorized with tags cat, cattweet, meow, pet on December 10, 2009 by jeffbedelHappiness is my cat.
This is about C. Boo-boo Kitty-Cat. OK, her name is Celine and I usually don’t admit that. It was her name at the shelter I got her from 5 or so years ago in Indianapolis. She is still the little playful tiger like I got her then. She was roughly a year old when I got her and she has been mostly problem free and healthy since I got her. She’s powered on Nature’s Logic and occasional bits of my ham sammiches, chick peas, and salmon juice. I’m sure she eats a bug or two as well.
Being single she is the someone who is excited to see me when I get home, harasses me when I’m on the phone, destroys stuff at times, and snuggles up with me. The few that have met her thinks she is pure evil being a black cat and having her claws. I just think of it her being able to play fair.
I can’t imagine being without her and she allows me to have all of above and be independent. My perfect, pretty pet. <3
The Squeezettes (5)
Posted in Uncategorized with tags accordions, bands, music, squeezettes on December 10, 2009 by jeffbedelI had a love affair with live bands ever since I went to wedding receptions as a kid. The gear, the big speakers, the energy, the coolness, and the spirit; pure beauty.
I was denied as a kid to go see all my favorite bands that all the cool kids were going to and I my first I felt was done right when I seen Sir Paul McCartney in Cincinnati in 1993. That night changed me.
While living in Fort Wayne, IN I started checking out local bands and moved to Indianapolis to work more closely with them to promote, write, and finally to capture everything about that essence that I always admired.
Unfortunately I learned all to well that getting to close to that energy is like flying to close to the sun. The attitudes and drama surrounding it will turn you sour and leave you fleeing. Part of my decision to come to Milwaukee was to escape all that I was known for in Indy and get a fresh start in Milwaukee. At the end of last year I became gravitated towards a band and tried to pull away, but it was too big of a force to win. Her siren pulled me in, and left me trying to salvage what life I had left by being burned again.
The Squeezettes are an amazing band with a trio of accordions, a tuba, and drums that really can spark a party. They are all about fun, but there is always more under the surface, and I’m here to look under the rug for a moment, and once again leave it there. Because of the heartache it turned me on the better, but longer path (and higher road) that I’m on today.
P.S. You never wrote me back.
