Dennis Morgan - When Irish Eyes are Smiling

Ginger Rogers could do everything as well as Fred Astaire...except she did it backward and in high heels!

To all of you younger people.....

This lady was a headline dancer way,way,way back in the 1930's and1940's.
Watch all the way through, the beginning is a warm up.
She is 92, her great grandson 29 - watch them dance!

Don't give up after the first minute,that is the teaser.

My 'signature' for Greytalk

Now that I spelled it right.  I was so involved with the design I didn't check the spelling.  All my English teachers growing up would not be surprised.  I love spell check!

Peter Paul & Mary - Blowin in the wind

I Like Big Books - Dowell Middle School

Cabin Fever

It is currently -18 C.  We've been much colder before.  This issue is that now that we have a greyhound.  They aren't built for cold weather.  I have to bundle her up like I used to do with my children when they were small.  Booties and a fleece lined coat is the fashion statement of the day.  Even our Gigi gets booties and coat, even though she really doesn't need the coat.
Now that we're emply nesters, my daughter says I've replace my kids with dogs.  Not quite true but, the dogs do listen better.

Shelby has major cabin fever.  It is quite different playing catch with Gigi(bichon mix) than Shelby (greyhound).  It only take her 4 'steps' and she's already caught the ball, and that is through 2 rooms.
I think that someone should start an indoor dog park.  They have indoor rinks, pools, even tracks.  Why not a doggie park.  It could have a pond for them to play in and hills like the ones they make for Monster Jam.  some trees and park benches just like the off leash parks but only indoors.

One major advantage would be no deer poop.  My dogs think they are some kind of Calebaut truffle.  Glen asked the vet why they eat it and he said, "They must like the flavour".  I'm sure the guy who wrote the song, "Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam, where the deer and the antelope play"  had never lived where the deer roam and play.  My yard looks like a sheep pen in the spring I have to go around and pooper scope it before it thaws and so the dogs won't snack on it and make themselves sick.  Our garden has a 6ft. fence around it so the 'cute little deer' won't feast apon it.

I don't know how I got from cabin fever to deer poop but, such is my life.  Maybe I have replaced my kids with my dogs! 
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Not to old to learn new tricks!

This is my first blog.  I've never really did excelled in the written language.  I'm the champion of run-on sentence and placing e before i at the wrong time.  So if anyone is looking for a well written, grammatically correct blog...forget it.
Spell check is my best friend and grammar check confuses me.  I type like I talk.  My mind goes a mile a minute but,  it doesn't get very far.  I was the tom-girl who wanted to play sports or torture squeamish girls in biology class with a decapitated frog.  Needless to say I've been kicked out of more then English Arts class.  I say this now that all my kids are grown and can't say "Well you did it!"

I've enjoyed friends and family's blogs so I decided to try and see if anyone really does follow the ramblings of a 'crazy old lady'.  Wish me luck!!