Boomer Girl Diary

Tax rebate plans won’t include 1,200 Powerball tickets
May 4, 2008
“We’ve got twelve hundred dollars! We’ve got twelve hundred dollars! We’ve got twelve hundred dollars …” I sing, as I skip gaily around the room, my arms flailing above my head.
Record gasoline prices fuel far-fetched ideas to save money
April 27, 2008
I am watching a “Today Show” segment called “Ease your pain at the pump.” Like most Americans, I feel the pain. I can’t fill up my car these days without suffering an acute attack of angina. (Note to Phillips 66: Consider defibrillators at every pumping station, you no-good greedy sons of %#$&#$!)
Jury duty lacks cinematic flair
April 20, 2008
Just as I was wondering what to do with myself now that basketball season is over, I was called for jury duty. Again.
‘Shining moment’ will last a lifetime
April 13, 2008
Dear National Champions, Thanks, I needed that.
NCAA games add new layer of anxiety for party hosts
April 6, 2008
Regardless of whether the home team won or lost “The Big Game” last night (and due to my Friday afternoon deadline, I’m at a real disadvantage here), I’d like to share with you what I’ve learned about game-day entertaining.
Even a ‘long rope’ and ample patience have their final limit
March 30, 2008
Believe it or not, I have a very long rope. By that, I mean I possess a seemingly endless amount of patience in times of inconvenience and duress.
Vacation chaos reflects life’s detours
March 23, 2008
I am careening down the road — on the wrong side of the street — riding shotgun with a maniac behind the wheel.
Father’s death elicits memories of a good man
March 16, 2008
I was one of the lucky ones. Among my peers, I was one of the few whose parents were both healthy, happy and still madly in love after 53 years.
The great mouse hunt
March 2, 2008
I am down on all fours, sniffing around my kitchen like a hound on a fox hunt. The telltale odor in the air can mean only one thing: A rodent has died and is rotting somewhere in my home sweet home. I’m determined — check that — desperate! — to seek and destroy it. Or — better yet — swathe it in a hundred paper towels and pitch it into the trash. Or — even better — have someone else do it for me.
Cravings for caffeine, Kahlua hallmark of winter blues
February 24, 2008
I used to like winter. I used to say things like, “I could never live in Florida or Arizona. I’m definitely a ‘four seasons’ kind of gal.” I used to complain about not having REAL winters any more — the kind with snow and ice, and sledding, and multiple days off from school. “Those were the days, my friend,” I’d declare to anyone who’d listen. I used to be a real idiot.
Even George Clooney inadequate distraction from flu
February 17, 2008
I was SO sick last week. (Cue reader: “How sick WERE you?”) I was so sick, I didn’t get dressed, put on makeup or comb my new bangs for days. I wore my pajamas, robe, wool socks and slippers under the covers in a futile attempt to stop my teeth from chattering. My wheezing lungs actually woke me from a deep sleep two nights in a row.
Boomer on the fringe of anti-aging movement
February 10, 2008
A disclaimer appears every week at the bottom of this column. It asks you to take whatever is written with a sizable grain of salt, because I tend to embellish, exaggerate or simply make things up when details escape me. This week, I assure you that every word you’re about to read is the absolute, unadulterated, gospel truth — no matter how incredible it might seem.
Good news: Drink to your health
February 3, 2008
Two just-released, scientific studies gave me reason to smile through my chapped lips this week. The first was a report published in Time magazine (via the European Heart Journal) suggesting that having one to two alcoholic beverages per day can be as beneficial as exercise in preventing heart disease. Be still, my left ventricle!!
6News video: Local woman’s fundraiser hair-raising
January 27, 2008
February is American Heart Month and one Lawrence woman has come up with a hair-raising way to raise money for the cause.
Couple broaden horizons via son’s Wii
January 27, 2008
My son left the country a few weeks ago. Armed with a passport, work visa and years of pent-up wanderlust, he flew off to New Zealand on an eight-month adventure. I envy him his freedom and I’m happy he has the opportunity, but I miss his frequent visits to the house. I long for one of his bear hugs and signature greeting: “Hello-o-o, mother dearest! What’s the dinner plan?”

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