In a few weeks my roommate and I will have ~30 gallons of homebrewed beer ready for consumption. We will not have enough room to keep it all in the fridge.
I’m bored, with a long, hot Florida summer stretching endlessly ahead that will force me to stay inside most of the time (since I don’t work, I don’t have to go out). I want a new toy. I can’t find one. I have an iTouch, iPod, Wii, many cameras, Droid phone, new computers, a Kindle, all the audio/video stuff I want, and I just simply don’t want an iPad. What a pickle.
Legs, are you one of my kids? If so, get off your lazy ass and unload the dishwasher!
I can sympathize with that. I’m 53 and recently got a “is it take your daughter to work day?” comment/joke when I went to a meeting with a client.
And I got carded when i was over 50, the guy behind the checkout counter took one look at my ID and broke out a calculator ( really )
It is annoying, I’ve started to bring out my “35 years of professional experience” rap way more often than I should as sort of a premptive measure.
And when I was in my twenties I was a really really hot chick and spent inordinate amounts of time fighting off unwanted male attention.
Aren’t you going to bottle it? We used to brew up a vat of dark beer, siphon it into sterilized glass bottles, and cap them. Stored cases in the basement and we thought it would be there for years, but we drank it all up surprisingly quickly.
My problem recently? I was up all night on a Sunday reading and only got 2 hours of sleep. As I don’t have to work anymore, I thought I could try to make up for lost sleep the next day; but roadwork outside interrupted my mid-day nap.
Mine was a long time ago. In the early '90s a good friend of mine coached the cheerleaders of our city’s basketball team. The crowds were boisterous but not rowdy, but my friend’s husband and I would accompany the girls in case any teenage boys became overenthusiastic at the sight of the girls in their skimpy outfits. As it happened, there was exactly one incident in the three years we did it, and that was extremely minor. My “pay” for this gig was free entry to the game, and we needed to position ourselves behind the girls courtside. No complaints so far.
The problem was, whenever anything exciting started happening the girls would jump up and I could barely see what was happening on the damn court.
Oddly, I never once received any sympathy for the fact that my view of the basketball game was obscured by the cheerleaders’ butts a couple of feet away.
My problem: One Vette has an overheating problem, The other Vette occasionally stalls when the A/C is on, And the 66 Caddy has no radio or A/C.
The riceburner, however, runs like a scalded cat and has no problems, other than it seriously needs a bath.
I’m trying to propagate cuttings from my breadfruit tree. I looked it up and the book said: “injure the roots”. I tried many different ways to injure the roots in order to get a cutting with no success. Now I am trying other methods.
This thread could have been designed for me.
I lead an absurdly lucky, fortunate and privileged life, and if there was a deity to be grateful to I’d be offering it prayers of gratitude every hour. But there are some strange ‘problems’ (bunny ears essential) that I know I can’t realistically expect anyone to relate to, or to sympathise with.
One ‘problem’ I have is the ongoing bewilderment of excessive good fortune. I happened to write a book some time ago that has just snowballed into something of an internet phenomenon, opened all sorts of doors for me, led to all sorts of interesting international adventures and… brace yourselves… been so successful that I don’t need to work for a living (I know, I know… cards and flowers of condolence to the usual address). Sure, it sounds perfect, and it is, but I’m completely baffled and bewildered by it. This wasn’t the plan. I didn’t have a plan. It all just… happened. It’s very strangely puzzling, and grows more so by the day. The best working theory I have is that in a hundred previous lives all I did, all day every day, was tend the sick, rescue kittens and then hurl myself in front of runaway cars to protect children. It’s the only explanation that makes sense.
Another ‘problem’ I have is receiving too much free stuff - so much that I literally don’t have enough room to stash it anywhere. When I was a kid I was into magic but didn’t have any money to buy magic tricks and books. Now I review magic stuff for a magazine and so lots of new magic stuff that comes out gets sent to me for free to review, and it’s slowly taking over my apartment. Plus I have lots of friends who work in creative fields, and they are forever sending me copies of their latest book, project, CD, DVD, artwork or whatever. It’s all great stuff from wonderful friends, and gratefully received, but I’m drowning under it all. I have tried asking them to stop, as nicely as possible, but it keeps happening.
I’ve always looked waaaaaay younger than I really am, which is not actually a good thing for a guy. Only now, in my early forties, is it starting to become a positive thing. During my single days (which lasted until I was 36), I always felt it was a curse when trying to attract women- I rather suspected that looking like a fresh-faced 21-year-old wasn’t helping me much when I was 32, especially being fairly geeky by nature. It certainly didn’t help in the early days of my career, either- when you look like a teenager and a couple of women in the office are actually acting maternal towards you, you tend not to be taken as seriously as you should be by your peers and superiors.
I started saving for my future when I was 20. Now, I have more money that I will ever need and no one seems to care!
I have to use 10 days worth of vacation time by the end of August to keep it from being converted into sick time. I would rather keep banking it or sell it back to the university, but neither is allowed. Clearly, I don’t like taking time off.
I went out with a friend the other night. I caught her in the bathroom looking at her face. - Do I look old? She asked. Why? Because some bloke had asked her if she was out with her daughter - me! We are both 47. :smack:
this is me, exactly.
I’m too skinny and have a hard time finding clothes.
Work in a school, have about 4 months off a year. Learned real quick to never complain to anyone who doesn’t work the same schedule when it’s time to go back to work in Sept, or that it costs like 3 times as much to go anywhere decent during blackout weeks at xmas/Feb/April break. In fact I’ll even tell them it’s not that great because no one else is off, it’s boring, nothing to do, actually wish I was working, etc., (when in reality I’m like “Woohoo!” everyday)
Not a helluva lotta sympathy there! 
Yes, it will be bottled. Another problem is that it will use up most of our stock of bottles, which means we will have to drink it faster - so we can then bottle our next batch.
I have a job that is not especially stressful, and sends me to Kauai. On my first trip, solo, my wife and I were having a bad year, hell a bad 4 years, and were barely speaking. A friend called me as I was walking along between the ocean and a hotel. As a very pretty woman in a bikini bent over to help a small child, I couldn’t help but remark to my friend that, “I just saw a perfect pair of boobs.” I said this because, although I am a leg and ass man, she had a perfect pair of boobs, which is about all I saw of her until I walked by some shrubbery.
I then wandered to my car, and drove to the grocery store to buy fixins for my next few dinners. My wife, obviously in full telepathic-trouble prevention-mode called me for the first time that trip. We were still talking when I got to the car. The perfect boobs, and the attached woman, had followed me! (My assumption has been that she was divorced or an aunt to the kids, and her sister or someone had overheard me.) She was blatantly giving me the eye as I tried to hang up and head to the store - it was raining just a bit hard to talk on the phone and walk in.
I never saw her again.
JDATE? I had to ask.
I have weird fortune too… sort of always being in the right place at the right time and possessing the right skill set based on past experiences in which I also happened to be in the right place at the right time. Even my totally crappy experiences end up serving my best interest in the long run. I’ve busted my ass from time to time, but I know people who work 10x harder and never get nearly as far. This is not a problem. It’s a blessing.
I used to have hyperthyroidism and lost a lot of weight but it was accompanied by sleeping about 16 hours a day so it needed to be treated. After taking the radioactive pill my thyroid became underactive and I now take medication to bring me up to ‘normal’, since the treatment I find it incredibly difficult to lose weight or even maintain a reasonable weight. I sometimes wish I never had the hyperthyroidism treated and took to drinking gallons of coffee every day to stay awake. It is hugely frustrating to eat salads all the time and exercise like an olympic athlete (perhaps exaggerating!) but still put on weight.
In other words, you get no sympathy from me boy-o!!