[Boomer]

Chels! Good to see you! I was starting to get a little worried. I thought maybe some of us moderates out here were going to have to band together to negotiate your release.

(And btw, Chels, speaking of advertising --I still have not revealed my perfect idea for a Metamucil slogan. I really must get around to storming the fortress that is P&G and shouting my slogan idea to the rooftops of those Ivory Towers, right down the road from me.)

Well, I see that the talk in this thread has turned to words and birds. Ohhhh, I just cannot get started on a dissertation on denotation and connotation of words. -- I cannot go there, although I am quite upset about this Golden Eagle status that seems to be circling me.

What is with this "Golden Eagle" status? Who in the heck came up with that one???

Golden -- auuuuughhhhhhh --Not only do I have to now completely understand everything "The Golden Girls" talk about and realize that we are the same age, but I also live in a state where something called "The Department of Aging" lurks around your mailbox waiting for you to turn 60 so they can give you a "Golden Buckeye" card. And then I find out that the "Golden Buckeye" card is mostly worth a little something off the bill at every salt and fat-infested fast food restaurant you can think of. Is the Ohio Department of Aging trying to bump off the boomers? (Hey, Chels, maybe you can ask those guys in political about that for me.)

Eagle -- Shouldn't that word be reserved for the Eagle Scouts or the Screaming Eagles or colonels or captains? A noble bird, an eagle, but not something to name a woman who through two Ohio winters has started almost every morning by sitting in front of a computer, drinking coffee, eating Cheerios with walnuts on them, wearing flannel, and writing posts to the point of accumulating almost 2000 of them. That is not an accomplishment. That is a serious condition. Certainly not the stuff of eagles.

I did not know it was going to happen. I did not know I would write about farts and soap opera names and shopping trips and dogs and the economy and Carl Hiaasen and farts, again, and on and on it went. And I could not stop. And now……what do I do? Do I change my name and start over? Ohhhhh, you would never recognize BoomerDeux would you?

Ohhhhh, the denotation of words – the simple definition. But always, always, always there is the connotation of words – the baggage those words carry along, imply, outside the definition. And now, anybody who got through this post probably thinks I am an English major, analyzing the heck out of words. But…..”Golden Eagle” – that bird is not the word for me. – It’s all too much.

Tippi Hedren Boomer