tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38792944122646072692026-04-05T14:55:11.545-04:00Boomer PieThe world as I see it. Never a dull moment.Boomer Pie.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07656835943709177287noreply@blogger.comBlogger146125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879294412264607269.post-85071868737421958922020-04-11T19:00:00.000-04:002020-04-11T19:00:23.876-04:00A SILENT SILVER-LINING OF CORONAVIRUS. AND THE SOLEMN STILLNESS SPEAKS VOLUMES!
I HAVE NEVER SEEN
IT SO FREAKISHLY STILL IN OUR NEIGHBORHOOD! It's a slightly overcast day
with no breeze. Even the refreshing afternoon sea breeze from the Gulf
of Mexico has not blown in today. It's peaceful. Almost too peaceful.
Goose-bumps-running-up-your-arm peaceful. As if something BIG but not
pleasant....was about to happen.Boomer Pie.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07656835943709177287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879294412264607269.post-77456205923758789682015-07-11T12:35:00.001-04:002015-07-11T12:50:19.264-04:00GERIATRIC DIY<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Today, I took a trip back in time. Back 86 years to be precise. I didn't need a time machine. All I needed was a house key....and a real estate agent. With the help of those two components, I was instantly transported into another era....back to an unseen period of my ancestral family history. It turns out that the enchanting, old house that once belonged to my maternal grandmother and Boomer Pie.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07656835943709177287noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879294412264607269.post-61473397319099495862014-06-12T15:28:00.000-04:002014-06-19T10:58:32.372-04:00HAVE YOU HAD YOUR MAMMOGRAM TODAY?<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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As the mother of two grown children, I often wish I had lived in the moment more often when my kids were little, cherubic and carefree. I wish I had invested more of my busy time in their play time and foolish childhood pleasures than always trying to keep them busy....always worrying about them, making sure they didn't get hurt and trying to turn them into responsible adults--Boomer Pie.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07656835943709177287noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879294412264607269.post-33981002256678506992014-04-13T17:46:00.000-04:002014-04-15T16:42:57.278-04:00CRAZY SPRING ON THE BEACH
A spring stroll along Lake Michigan. It's April and it's still bone-chilling cold! But the snow has melted along the wide, soft, sandy beach and there's not another soul in sight. We have the entire shore to ourselves. Out in the big blue water, it appears as if hundreds of small islands have popped up over the winter. Closer inspection reveals they are not islands at all. They are Boomer Pie.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07656835943709177287noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879294412264607269.post-54180642380131952962013-10-16T18:07:00.001-04:002013-10-16T19:16:40.550-04:00BARRICADES
Many of us witnessed on TV the recent spectacle of thousands of honorable American veterans tearing down metal barricades in Washington D.C. and heaving them into a scrap pile in front of the White House. They did it because they wanted access to the open-air war memorials which were closed because of the Government Shutdown. The vets and their supporters removed those barricades because Boomer Pie.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07656835943709177287noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879294412264607269.post-32917697194898395512013-08-12T20:49:00.001-04:002013-10-29T10:51:26.364-04:00YOOPERS AND PASTIES AND A GREAT BIG LAKE.
Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore. U.P. MI
They say be careful what you wish for. We longed for peace and quiet. We ended up with a generous dose of it and something even better. Recently, my husband and I went on a summer sojourne to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan.....to get away from it all. If you know anything about the U.P....you'll know that it's ruggedly remote, surrounded by thick Boomer Pie.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07656835943709177287noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879294412264607269.post-62258300329088122642013-07-29T12:25:00.000-04:002013-07-29T15:20:52.084-04:00VAMPIRES IN THE SHEETS
Be careful where you spend the night.
Travelers beware! If you're not careful, an innocent stay in a hotel/motel room, in any big city or any small town....could turn into a horror-filled, fright night straight out of a hair-raising Dracula tale. Vampire parasites. Blood sucking monsters. Malevolent creatures lusting for human blood. Ghastly red welts all over your body. And that's just Boomer Pie.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07656835943709177287noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879294412264607269.post-45372531242117802722013-05-31T15:17:00.002-04:002013-06-01T20:49:29.467-04:00Who Screwed Up the Travel Channel?
Sometimes on a rainy day, I like to sit and ponder the deeper meanings of life.
Who screwed up the Travel Channel? Why are there no "travel" shows on the Travel Channel? Slimey poker
games and other silly non-travel fluff have replaced interesting and
colorful travel programs for years now. And whatever happened to
Samantha Brown? I always enjoyed her perky travel get-aways.
 Boomer Pie.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07656835943709177287noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879294412264607269.post-55861469480161753742013-03-23T14:33:00.002-04:002013-03-23T14:43:08.082-04:00LIFE IS LIKE A ROLL OF TOILET PAPER
Life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer it gets
to the end...the faster it goes.
As our own lives roll on, is it time for a change? Or are we too set in our ways? Do we fear change? Some people dread change. Others find it a challenge. Personally, I embrace change. I always have. My husband and I have been married for over 41 years. During that time, we've lived in over Boomer Pie.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07656835943709177287noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879294412264607269.post-37893311093900988412012-11-27T16:24:00.000-05:002012-11-30T09:06:18.125-05:00Killing Thanksgiving
I'm mad as hell. Somebody stole my turkey day and it will never be the same again. Every year in November, untold numbers of turkeys are slaughtered for Thanksgiving feasts around the U.S.A. But this year, malevolent forces were out to kill the very holiday itself. Not with a gun. Not with a hatchet. Not with some explosive device. The killing weapons of choice? CREDIT CARDS!
I am not a fan Boomer Pie.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07656835943709177287noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879294412264607269.post-50724101851718196622012-11-18T14:48:00.000-05:002012-11-18T14:59:10.793-05:00DO YOU PINTEREST?
Do you Pin? As in Pinterest? For the unenlightened, Pinterest is the darling social networking site of 2012. It's a virtual pin board. It allows members to organize and share anything that interests them by "pinning" images on a theme board. Sort of like a digital scrapbook. People have become so addicted to Pinterest they call it, pinsanity. A lot of stuff on Pinterest is aspirational. Boomer Pie.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07656835943709177287noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879294412264607269.post-48157877131014089472012-11-06T14:27:00.000-05:002016-05-06T10:52:10.383-04:00The Buck Stops Here...Literally!<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Years ago, when I was a mere youngster...I loved Halloween. Decked out in homemade costumes and with paper grocery sacks to hold our loot...my friends and I raced door to door along the darkened sidewalks, for Halloween treats. Our bounty consisted mostly of crappy hard candy, pieces of candy corn, rotten apples, worthless pennies and the occasional razor blade. For the record, I loathe candyBoomer Pie.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07656835943709177287noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879294412264607269.post-52873363969516116572012-10-22T15:23:00.000-04:002012-10-22T18:56:32.992-04:00Outside My Autumn Window
This morning, as I do every morning...I fling open the kitchen curtains and glance out across our front yard. It's Fall here in Michigan and most of the leaves on the trees have dropped off, rendering the bare, brown branches into eerie skeletal formations...just in time for Halloween. One stately maple tree defiantly hangs on to its brilliant coat of fiery crimson-red leaves, glimmering inBoomer Pie.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07656835943709177287noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879294412264607269.post-4056487868810752822012-07-13T17:53:00.010-04:002012-07-25T09:44:01.234-04:00MY NEW BEST SUMMER FRIEND
The chairs haven't started to melt but it was 107 degrees on our deck.
It's hot. It's steaming, screaming, broiling, roiling hot. It's blistering, baking, fiery, scalding hot. It's stifling, sizzling, sweltering, white-hot, HOT. Last week on our deck, the temperature hit 107 degrees...in the shade. And we live in Michigan.
It's been so feverishly hot up here this summer in our normally cool Boomer Pie.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07656835943709177287noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879294412264607269.post-8425525609672103802012-01-30T21:01:00.001-05:002012-01-30T22:03:31.445-05:00Stumping in the Sunshine State
Ahhhhh...the blissful, balmy, batty state of Florida. Land of perpetual sunshine, lazy sailboats, swaying palm trees, bronzed starlets, sun-crispy tourists, screwballs and waddling snowbirds (of which I am one), skyrocketing short sales and foreclosures, plummeting home values, insane drivers, pushy elderly people, all day happy hours, early-bird specials, tumultuous traffic and...lines---longBoomer Pie.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07656835943709177287noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879294412264607269.post-69033178918884042212011-11-21T20:39:00.005-05:002011-11-22T07:15:51.580-05:00Those Turkeys in Washington Have Cooked our Goose!It's Thanksgiving time and that means turkeys roasting in ovens across the country. But what about those turkeys in Washington D.C.? Americans are getting our gooses cooked by a bunch of impudent, self-preening, Washington politico buffoons, who wobble around the halls of Congress like bumbling, old gobblers stumbling through a barn yard full of political partisan turkey poop. They are so Boomer Pie.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07656835943709177287noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879294412264607269.post-82625567434444471192011-09-19T13:56:00.001-04:002011-09-19T18:15:35.648-04:00The Joys of a Sunday Drive
I've always enjoyed taking the road less traveled. And a Sunday drive in the country is perfect for discovering rural surprises along uncrowded country byways. Yesterday was a beautiful, end-of-summer September Sunday with a touch of cool crispness in the air, azure blue skies and a friendly, warm sun that beckoned us to take a ride on the back roads.
Hubz did the driving and we decided to headBoomer Pie.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07656835943709177287noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879294412264607269.post-39746898617238937242011-09-17T09:59:00.001-04:002011-09-17T10:16:26.473-04:00Life is Like a Wet Burrito at the In-Between BarWe drove by the restaurant...if you could even call it that. The football-size parking lot was nearly deserted. Grass sprouted up through all the cracks in the asphalt. The exterior was a muddy gray and screamed for a new paint job. There was no sign. Well...there was a board on the front with letters, but it was so dirty we could not make out the wording.
Even so, we knew this was the place. Boomer Pie.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07656835943709177287noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879294412264607269.post-26457609610919371982011-07-11T10:52:00.001-04:002011-07-12T07:58:07.964-04:00Wild West Adventure: Final Finish....Rocky Mountain Highs So here's how our Wild West Adventure stacks up so far:We've driven nearly 3000 miles in a rental car, west from Denver.
We've traveled the length and breadth of Colorado, Wyoming, Idaho and Utah.
We've toured 7 National Parks, 4 state parks and crossed umpteen white-knuckle, twisting, winding, sky high mountain ranges in ten days.
We've trudged through dozens of blistering 110 Boomer Pie.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07656835943709177287noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879294412264607269.post-48913499393453454402011-07-06T16:16:00.000-04:002011-07-06T16:16:14.911-04:00Wild West Adventure...Day 10, CanyonlandsCANYONLANDS NATIONAL PARK, Moab, Utah
The powerful Colorado River sculpts the Canyonlands.
Far below, the muddy Colorado winds through the gorges.
Ancient layers of sedimentary rock form the Canyonlands.
Amidst the parched desert soil, a cactus flower blooms.
Canyons...where "Thelma and Louise" flew skyward in their car.
For millions of years the mighty Colorado River has been Boomer Pie.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07656835943709177287noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879294412264607269.post-91660176060772758752011-07-03T10:22:00.000-04:002011-07-03T10:22:09.249-04:00Wild West Adventure, Day 8-9; The ArchesArches National Park, Moab, Utah
If there is one thing to know about Arches National Park in the summertime, it's this: The place is a hellish inferno. 110 degrees in the shade! Except there is NO shade. Nada. Zip. Zero. Not a smidgen. Forget that old adage about dry heat not being as uncomfortable as humid heat. The minute I stepped out of our air-conditioned car and into the searing, hot desertBoomer Pie.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07656835943709177287noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3879294412264607269.post-29844926406804926752011-06-29T22:46:00.000-04:002011-06-29T22:46:09.543-04:00Wild West Adventure Day 7, Bryce CanyonBryce Canyon, Utah.
Hoodoo Alert! Hoodoo Alert! We've landed on Mars and we're surrounded by hoodoos. When we first came upon Bryce Canyon in southern Utah, it looked like something from outer space. For millions of years, the forces of nature have worn away ancient boulders and mountains and sculpted them into strange and stunning rock castles, spires, mazes and weird formations called "Boomer Pie.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07656835943709177287noreply@blogger.com3