Dance Ago Friday...

Yep. That's me. In all my six year old glory. The woman is my dance teacher of a few years, the late Betty Mae Harris. She taught in my small Iowa town for 41 years. For those same 41 years Betty Mae taught in another town about 25 miles away and continued there for few more after she retired from mine.

As for me, I remember this was right before the recital started. I was the second or third one on the bill which was great.Betty Mae's recitals were all night, glorious affairs. Anyway, those first few numbers the dancers all stood on stage, in a farm setting. I got to hold the baton for this twirler, until she was ready to take it. I think she could have been in high school. When she took it from my hand, she said "Thank you" to me. I felt so special! :)

My routine was a tap sensation called "Ol McDonald Had Some Jazz". Hold back your applause. :) If I remember right, I got chicken pox after this recital. What a way to spend some of my summer vacation from school!

So I smile at this long, long ago Friday night memory. Trust me, Ed Sullivan did NOT tear our door down to get me to appear on his show!

Dance to dream...always.

Oh, Cheese and Macaroni, Not TONI!

When Cloris Leachman was announced as the second one safe tonight on, Dancing With The Stars, I was stunned, I tell ya, STUNNED! Susan Lucci, I figured would exit, sooner than Toni Braxton. WOW. Toni said her breathing and heart were better--that is great thing, yet I'm sorry to see her go. A true inspiration to us folks who've had alittle heart adventure.

And Cloris remains! I'm glad she's calmed down her antics. We'll see what happens next week during their hip-hop group dance. Oh, and the Stars of Dance, or whatever that production number was-granted, my dance teacher put me in a glow in the dark pink fake grass skirt, because I looked like an authentic Hawaiian, so my dance career to be a Rockette ended-but I gotta say, I expected a bit MORE out of that number. What was the surprise? The rain? Hmm.

Nonetheless, Toni Braxton is gone. I'm still so stunned I need a couple spoonfuls of my Blue Bell Snickerdoodle ice cream--it is my new favorite flavor.

Now the picture Yours truly, in about the Triassic Period, waiting for her cue to enter the dance recital stage. I tapped to Ol McDonald Had Some Jazz.

Ya gotta love it.

Where's my ice cream?