I’m waiting to see how it pans out so that way I know whether to pitch the idea to Lifetime or Comedy Central. Thing is, I don’t think Jumpsthefence has faced the idea that this is a mid-life crisis, even though he just about blatantly announced it was a couple of years ago after the first break-up. He told me that he was in his late thirties and he felt he had nothing to show for his life. He wanted to settle down. He was tired of the gay scene in Hippy Hollow because he couldn’t find a decent guy. I should have asked him to think about the one thing all his relationships had in common and work on that problem before dragging others into it.* But hey, you can’t tell other people how to live their lives. You just step back, watch them, and keep notes so you have stories to tell forever.
*That sentence is also the reason why I am currently single and keeping my friends at arm’s length right now. Because that thought occurred to me, I have identified the problem, and am working on her.
Wait - so he decided he didn’t want to be gay any more?? 
I suppose if he’s actuall bi… or just nuts…
It’s lunch time, and I need the break. The drawings I’ve been working on are, um, a challenge. The individual who designed the stuff doesn’t understand the concept of specifying what you want something to be made from. You can’t just say “copper” or “aluminum” - you need to be specific. He’s unclear on the concept, so I’ve got this flat spot on my skull from multiple <head-desk> experiences.
But, it’s lunch, and I have leftover pizza, so life is not too terrible…
I can haz Firday??
Oh haiiiiiiiiiiii everybody that said hi! I guess I should share some news since I haven’t been around much.
I am currently going back to school. I’ve mentioned this around the boards, but never made a formal announcement, which is why I am saying it here.
I’m in my second semester. Unfortunately while my general education requirements were easy to fulfill as I had most of them already, I’m finding I will have to take a LOT of the upper level classes as I am drastically switching my major (from Biology, as a path to pre-med, to Information Technology).
So I have a LOT of classes to take. I was crazy to ever try pre-med anyway but I don’t know how people know what they want to do at eighteen. My family pressured me highly to go to medical school but the fact is I am just not smart enough. I am a smart cookie in many ways but not to that level. And Organic Chemistry kind of bitch-slapped me. Plus then real life happened, my parents kicked me out, I had to go to work to pay rent, etc.
So now here I am almost 40 (!) going back to school. I am super duper pleased to report I got straight A’s last semester, which was my first semester back, so I certainly have the capability of doing it, which I was really worried about.
I also bought a new car - my very FIRST brand new car last year, a 2012 Honda Fit in raspberry blue and it is just so freakin adorable you could melt. They didn’t have any of my color so they had to get it from Japan and it had THREE MILES on it when I got it. (Now it’s got almost 8000).
As to midlife crises, I can see that between the two of us (I’m still with my SO, still unmarried) I am the most likely to get one. I certainly hope if one is in my future, college and a new career will help to avert it!
I’ve also reached the end of my first year with weekly allergy shots. I really hope I can go to bimonthly soon!
Other than that, life is great as it always is. I am kind of fascinated by the fact that I am three years away from 40, to be honest - not bothered one bit. Ask me again when I am 39, I guess! 
Hugs and kisses to all who need it and hugs and kisses to those who don’t, too! :drives off in her cute car: BEEP BEEP!
Take it from someone supporting a two-bike habit ----- the hookers and blow would be cheaper and eat up less time. What size shirt does FCD wear? I could send him some of the freebies I’ve picked up in my travels. Shirts that is ------- just in case he got his hopes up about the hookers. 
I assume he found the York plant. I did my last mechanics school there right when they were opening. Unlike Milwaukee they didn’t know the lay of the land yet and booked us in a local motel – 22 hairy-assed Harley mechanics between the ages of say 19 and 25. Most of the balance of the motel was teams of high school cheerleaders. Much mayhem abounded with several parents, schools and mayors sending nasty notes to the Mother Company. This was the AMF days yet so no one got fired but in the following months several guys were asked for DNA samples.
The Good Wife can’t claim that. First time I met her I rode off on just the back tire with sparks coming from where my mufflers dragged. And this was a 67 FLH! If you ever watch “On Any Sunday” you can play spot the Mumper – I was 93A on the flat-track when that was filmed.
A few years back I had to have a full body x-ray. The dude doing it put the films up as they finished to check them and he just kept going back and forth and back and forth. His comment? “Boy have you had an interesting life!”
And ass-chaps!!! And this patch.
http://realbikers.com/images/ChurchClothesRed.jpg
It was a nightmare. He was trying to kickstart a 66 XL with the original “Tickleson” carb. Next time it happens slip a picture of a Bendix under his pillow and he’ll settle right down.
**kopek **- I’m glad you don’t live closer to me - you’d lead my sweetie astray! 
And he wears 2XL in t-shirts. Something tells me we’ll have to add on a room for all the shirts he’ll end up buying. He hasn’t has the bike a week and he’s already got 2 new Ts… :rolleyes:
Lunch is over. Back to work. rah. rah. rah.
I had the opposite experience, albeit for my teeth. I went for a dental x-ray and the woman said “Your xrays are boring.” I said, that’s good, isn’t it??
Back around 1978/80 I had a 1958 all tricked out as a street racer - Holley 4 pot, 410ci high compression, Hurst 5 speed. Damn thing would pass anything on the road except a gas station. Gold and bronze metalflake paint, black buckskin and shag interior, and smiley-face dingo-balls all around the headliner - no problem finding this boat in a parking lot. Not having room at our place I kept it over my Dad’s. Kept it safe and gave me something in case I took the bus over there which I did sometimes.
Like this one day - went over to visit and found no one home. So I went up my old room and settled down to read a bit. Dad got home and we talked some and puttered a couple projects he needed help with and life was generally good. Then Mother got home and proceeded to rip me a new one. How dare I drive like that? Didn’t I think anyone would see me? Its not like that car is inconspicious or anything! She was on that bus “you passed” and “you had to be going over 100 I hate you I hate you I hate you”.
Now Mother never did like me much and reciting my various faults back to birth was a favorite hobby of hers but this time I’m confused as hell. Huh? What you talking about Willice? She goes down the kitchen, still mumbling to herself and banging pots and pans around.
Dad comes over to my old chair where I was sitting and says “Mia culpa. I was running over Johnny Pops (an old friend of his from the war) and we were going out for fish sandwiches ---------- so I decided to take the 58. A couple kids younger than you in a Camaro laughed at me so I decided to teach them a lesson. And I think I remember blowing past a bus.”
Me - “OK ---- so two things. A - do we tell Mother and B - how fast did you have it?”
Dad – “No, I don’t think so. And I’ll fix the speedo cable this weekend. Seems like it got twisted and stripped. And I filled the gas tank for you”
Times like this thinking back, I miss him all over again. Mother was right all those years - I am “my father’s son”.
Seriously ---- PM your address and I send a CARE package. I took the Road Kow to a few dealership shows and kept getting given shirts. I’ll send him a couple plus a couple from my old HOG chapter. Watch out when he joins HOG ---- that’s when it really gets addictive.
PS – what did he get?
2005 Fatboy - one owner, under 25K miles - very well kept.
He’s already on some kind of list at the local dealer, and a bunch of folks here at work ride. I’ve lost him…
you’ll just half to get some (more?) tats, and some leather-wear if’n you wanna keep 'im
Jump on back or slip in a GPS? If you do a google image search on “Road Kow” the Amish guy with the cow-bike is me and in the SDMB gallery is a shot of my Sportie. Let me know what he thinks. Probably “Where did you find this looney? On the Dope? Figures!”
All ya’ll newbies - while it crosses my brain we do have a SDMB picture gallery
http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showthread.php?t=539257
is the thread that discusses it and
gets you there. Consider joining the rest of us rogues and send a good picture to the gallery.
I had the opposite, we got a responder at the ambulance - an old cop car repainted with “<name of> Ambulance” down the *entire *side, stars of life, & “ambulance” on the back of the trunk. full RED light bar on the roof (PD is red/blue). It was beaten into us that this vehicle was very conspicuous & we were to drive it like little old grannys unless responding to a call; stop at all yellows (instead of ‘going for the gold’), don’t speed, etc. lest we get crap as the township donated it to us instead of selling it & oh, the political scandal it would cause. (Nevermind we were a volunteer orginization charged with saving your life; this is small town money being wasted! Probably cost each taxpayer something like 20¢) :rolleyes:
I had it up on the expressway, doing between 55-60 in the right lane during the day. No one would pass me. I was creating a rolling traffic jam. Do I speed up & risk THE WRATH or stay at my speed & piss off 20 (or more cars).
Well the good news is you have puppeh to keep you company.
Tats? It is to laffffff!
We have an agreement - he doesn’t force me to go to bike-related events and I let him continue to live with me. 
“Marriage, in my view, should be a balanced stalemate between equal adversaries.”
― Elizabeth Peters, The Mummy Case
Heh, I love Elizabeth Peters.
Am home today, felled by an obnoxious cold. I’m hoping I feel better tomorrow as I have 2 interviews scheduled. At least I don’t have to do most of the talking as I’m just a panel member.
Hi Meeks! That sounds like a really healthy change!
Hugs all.
GT
Wait, so MOOOOOOM is now a biker babe?
Mine eyes have beheld the splendor of Dawson, I have had N.O.L. and caught up.
Mika wow! Great you’re back in skool and bein’ a grade a stoodint and all. You ain’t ever too old for some book learnin’. Yay for the new ride too!
Ok, back to irk. Sigh.
i haz a hedaik
I want a bike too, a proper bike. Not a Harley though. I’d never buy a Harley. But something fast and zippy and HOT - electric blue or something like that.
And I WILL have one. I’ve wanted one since I was sixteen. I will get one before I’m 50.
There’s nothing about motorcycles that appeals to me. I’m pretty sure **FCD **isn’t going to get his feelings hurt if I don’t want to ride with him. Our daughter will go gladly, and he’s talking about getting a sidecar for the dog. Yeah… :rolleyes:
I gotta say, if he says Sturgis one more time, I may have to smack him!
Quitting time!! Laterz!
STURGIS!!!
hee hee hee