Boomer Guest Book
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Posted:Sep 2, 2006 5:02 pm
Last Updated:Oct 3, 2007 1:59 am
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Boomer's Guest Book Attention all you lurkers. You know who you are. You drop by to see what witticisms appear here each day. Or maybe you just want to know if I've finally scored with Rosie. Hell, for all I know this blog is on your "watched blogs" list.
Stop here and sign in. I'm glad you stopped by and I hope you enjoy my blog. Won't you take a minute to make yourself known? Come on, it won't hurt. Just say, "Hi!"
And tell me if I AM on your "watched blogs" list!
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Bermuda, Bahama, Come On Pretty Mama
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Posted:Oct 15, 2006 11:56 am
Last Updated:Oct 3, 2007 12:40 am
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Hamilton, Bermuda. When in Bermuda, you must try the national drink, the Rum Swizzle. And the best place to do that is at the famous Swizzle Inn, located near the airport.
Recipe courtesy Swizzle Inn4 ounces dark rum (recommended: Gosling's Black Seal rum) 4 ounces Barbados rum or amber rum 2 ounces triple sec 2 lemons, juiced 5 ounces pineapple juice 5 ounces orange juice 2 ounces Bermuda falernum or simple sugar syrup 4 dashes Angostura bitters Cracked ice Add all the ingredients to a pitcher with a tight-fitting lid. Shake vigorously until a frothing head appears. Strain into cocktail glasses and let the fun begin.
The other favorite Bermudan drink is the Dark 'n Stormy2 ounces Gosling's Black Seal rum 8 ounces Barritts Ginger Beer
Mix together and serve over ice in a highball glass. Garnish with lime (optional).
For those who have never had the pleasure of visiting Bermuda, yes, it really does have pink sand beaches. After a few swizzles, you might see pink elephants on those beaches!
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I'm such a pig
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Posted:Oct 11, 2006 9:45 pm
Last Updated:Nov 23, 2006 7:20 am
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SHIT! I forgot today was the cleaning lady's day and I didn't clean up for her. I'm so embarrassed! Now my cleaning lady must think I am a slob.
Do you clean up before your cleaning lady comes?
Photo: | My cleaning lady (I wish!) |
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Happy Freakin' Birthday
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Posted:Oct 9, 2006 4:55 am
Last Updated:Oct 15, 2006 6:04 pm
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My oldest sister turns | 60 | today! | I cannot believe I have a sexagenarian sibling. Excuse me if I'm feeling a little old at the moment... |
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New York state of mind
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Posted:Oct 8, 2006 11:09 am
Last Updated:Jan 28, 2007 2:55 am
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La Guaira, Venezuela. I was born in Rockville Centre, New York. I was raised and spent my first 28 years in the New York metropolitan area and I have always been grateful for that. Somehow, perhaps due to my New Englander parents, I escaped a New York accent and people don't believe I'm from NY when they hear me speak. My background has had some lasting legacy though. When necessary, I can put on a good New York attitude. Sometimes in life, it's good to have that to fall back on.
I took Flo, my significant other at the time, with me on this trip. We docked in La Guaira, which is a poor port town on the coast of Venezuela. It is the gateway to Caracas via the sea. Caracas is a three hour trip over the mountains from there, so we decided to spend the day in La Guaira, just meandering around town. We aimlessly strolled about with no clue where to go and no guidebook to help. That is not necessarily the smartest thing in the world to do.
Down by the docks, we wandered into a large courtyard, which was surrounded by a chain-link fence. Rounding the corner of a warehouse, we encountered hundreds of very rough-looking men, obvoiusly dockworkers and ships hands. It must have been some sort of day-labor employment agency.
Flo is from Cleveland, and she was clearly scared. Truth be told, I wasn't any too happy about the situation we found ourselves in either. Here we were, obvious tourists (the camera hanging around my neck was a dead giveaway) who looked well-off marching through this large group of local toughs. Under my breath, I said to her, "Look straight ahead and keep walking briskly."
We kept going, only to find ourselves at a dead end. There was no way out except to retrace our steps and walk back the way we had come. I put on my best "New York" and with my head high, trying my best to show I knew exactly what I was doing, led Flo quickly out of there. And nobody bothered us. Thank goodness for my upbringing!
Have you ever found yourself in a spot like that?
Photo: | Colorful fishing boats in the port of La Guaira |
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Let the football season begin
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Posted:Oct 7, 2006 11:19 pm
Last Updated:Oct 24, 2006 9:10 pm
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A few posts ago I said:
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100th post celebration
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Posted:Oct 6, 2006 10:52 pm
Last Updated:Oct 3, 2007 1:59 am
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Yes, this is my one hundredth post on this blog. I find it hard to believe I found a hundred things to say to all you absolute strangers!
Be that as it may, it seems to be a tradition around here to do something special for one's 100th post. I don't want to be like everyone else and post something trite like:Ask me anything you want and I'll give you an honest answer. 100 things you don't know about me (and probably couldn't care less about). I thought about writing about the first 100 women I slept with, or the best 100 women I slept with, or the worst 100 women I slept with, or the last 100 women I slept with, or the next 100 women I hope to sleep with but that would probably come across as bragging.
Maybe I should postulate about my 100 favorite sex positions, but even thinking about that makes my back ache.
I could post 100 complaints about this web site. But that would be too easy. Anyone could do that.
I could speculate about plans for my 100th birthday, but that is getting too close to joke about.
Perhaps I should mention my favorite 100 bloggers. But I don't have that many.
How about my 100 favorite songs, or movies? No, I don't think so.
I could pass out $100 bills to everyone who wanders into this blog, but I know you're all to internet savvy to accept one.
I think what I'll do instead is ask your help. What should I have done to commemorate this momentous 100th post? Maybe I'll use your suggestion to celebrate my 200th, if I ever get there.
| In the meantime, I'm going to set up 100 bottles of beer on the wall. Take one down and pass it around... |
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Small world
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Posted:Oct 5, 2006 9:13 pm
Last Updated:Oct 7, 2006 10:25 pm
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At Sea, Caribbean. I was taking a break on lido deck by the pool. Yes, I do take some time off while working a cruise. I began an idle chit chat with a woman, perhaps twenty years my senior, who was sunning herself next to me. It was a typical ice breaking conversation - where are you from?
She lived in New Hyde Park which is close by my own hometown. I said I was familiar with the town and, in fact, the girl I took to my senior prom in high school was from there. As strangers who find something in common are wont to do, she wondered if perhaps we knew the same people, so she asked me the name of my long ago high school date. I told her and she promptly broke into tears. I knew then that she had indeed known her.
You see, the girl I escorted to the prom died in a plane crash a year later. It turned out this lady was her next door neighbor. I had been to my girlfriend's house countless times, yet this woman, her neighbor, and I never met until one day some twenty years later, sitting by the pool on a cruise ship in the middle of the Caribbean. It truly is a small, and sometimes sad, world.
Photo: | The pool where we were sitting |
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You've come a long way Granny!
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Posted:Oct 4, 2006 2:35 am
Last Updated:Oct 16, 2006 3:10 pm
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ç | Check out this ass. It belongs to my friend JayferJoan. Congratulations are in order to Joan for just becoming a grandmother. [group_post 1123548]
Which raises some questions.
Do you think it's decent for a grandmother to look like that?
Did your grandmother have an ass like that?
Shouldn't she should be sitting in a rocking chair knitting booties?
Or would you rather see her shake her booty?
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Shhh
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Posted:Oct 3, 2006 4:19 pm
Last Updated:Oct 15, 2006 4:56 pm
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Is it my imagination or is it really quiet around this site lately?
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Wanderlust
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Posted:Oct 2, 2006 3:20 am
Last Updated:Oct 3, 2007 2:13 am
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SexySensualSane was not satisfied with my answers to her questions, so I will elucidate.
Where haven't you been that you would still like to go?My goodness. There are so many places on my travel "to do" list. I've never been to Asia, and there are a lot of places, from Singapore to Beijing to Bangkok to Tokyo I would love to visit. I want to see the pyramids. I want to go to Capetown, South Africa to see my friend Aly's home town. I really want to cruise the Greek Isles and visit Athens and the ruins at Ephesus. I want to see Machu Picchu in Peru. I want to see the Hermitage Museum in St. Petersburg, Russia. I'd love to cruise up the Amazon. The list is endless. I love going to new places and learning about different cultures.
Domestically, I have been to thirty states, including Alaska and Hawaii, and resided in three: New York, Colorado and Florida. The number one US city still on my list of places to see is New Orleans. Some day I will get there, hopefully for the annual Jazz and Blues Festival. Have you always traveled? I mean when you were a did you go on European vacations or something or did the love of traveling start as an adult?We used to drive from Long Island to New Hampshire every summer to spend two weeks at a little cottage on a lake. My grandfather was a "gentleman farmer" in Lebanon, NH and I spent many Thanksgivings and Christmases on the farm.
When I was eight years old, my grandmother took me cross country, from Grand Central station in New York to Denver on a train, the Denver Zephyr. It was a lot of fun, we had our own stateroom and there was an elegant dining car with white linen tablecloths for meals. I sat in the observation car watching the country speed by for hours on end. We had a twelve hour layover in Chicago and I remember going to the Museum of Science and Industry. The trip took four days. This was the longest trip I took as a , and I suppose you could say it was my first experience with wanderlust.
I had the opportunity to go to Europe, all expenses paid, in my early twenties. I decided to get married instead. Big mistake! I didn't actually get to Europe until I was in my forties.
I was married to an airline stewardess. Since flying for us was virtually free, we traveled quite a bit. We lived in Buffalo, NY at the time and used to do crazy things like fly to Chicago or New York City for dinner and back the same night. What do you like best? Cruises? Sightseeing? Beach vacations?I live on the beach, so the idea of a beach vacation doesn't exactly thrill me. The same goes for cruising. I have been on dozens of cruises, almost always working, so they have lost a lot of their appeal. I would have to say my favorite kind of trip is one which happens spontaneously, whether it is a quick weekend drive to Key West or a last-minute flight to St. Thomas for a long weekend. What was your most / least favorite place?I'm not sure I have a favorite, but the most interesting was probably attending Carnaval (that's how they spell it) in Rio de Janeiro. I was expecting a New Orleans style Mardi Gras and it was nothing like that. The samba is like the national sport in Brazil. Every village and town has its own samba school. The schools compete throughout the year for the right to compete in Rio at Carnaval. It is their Super Bowl. The competition begins around midnight and lasts until eight in the morning for four days. It takes place on a street which is more like a stadium. It is a mile long, with grandstands, including luxury boxes on either side. Each of the final schools has numerous unbelievable floats and literally thousands of marchers in the most fantastic costumes (you've never seen so many feathers in one place in your life). It takes about an hour for one school to complete its march. The only way I could tell one school was finished and the next taking its place was when the music changed.
Other of my favorite places include Barcelona, Cartagena, Paris and Brugge, Belgium.
I've racked my brain to think of a least favorite place and cannot come up with one. I've always somehow been able to find some redemptive feature to every place I've been. Those are my answers. Now I have a question.
What is the number one place you'd like to see before you die?
Photo: | Some of the colorfully costumed samba dancers at Carnaval |
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Close call
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Posted:Oct 1, 2006 11:37 am
Last Updated:Oct 2, 2006 9:27 pm
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Whew! Thank God I read
[post 529949] before it was too late!
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