Gracie-I-Am

I am Gracie.

I am Gracie.

Gracie I am

That Gracie-I-am

That Gracie-I-am!

I do not like

That Gracie-I-am

Do you like

The way she ran?

I do not like it

Gracie-I-am

I do not like

The way she ran.

Would you like her

To tear you to bits?

I would not like her to tear me to bits.

Would you like her if she tossed you in fits?

I would not like her to toss me in fits.

Would you like if your squeakers she chews?

I would not like if my squeakers she chews.

Would you like if she chews on mom’s shoes?

I would not like her to chew on mom’s shoes.

I would not like if my squeaker she chews.

I would not like if she tossed me in fits.

I would not like her to tear me to bits.

I do not like the way she ran.

I do not like that Gracie-I-am.

She whines. She cries. She’s In the way.

She thinks I’m here ‘cause I have to stay.

But I’m Wally Gator and that’s no mystery…

I’ve wrestled the best and she’ll soon be history.

And then I’ll be the chosen one,

Who eats broiled chicken and has all the fun.

So she better be careful ‘cause she’s no match for me.

That Gracie-I-am will be homeless and free.

Mom likes me better ,

Miss Gracie-I-am.

So you better watch out.

Go away! Get lost! Scram!!

Where's Gracie?

March looks busy.  I'm tired already.

Our appointment book is filling up fast and we

 made 2 sales already today.  

Next weekend we spring forward.  I love this time of year!  

We have a hearing Expo in Gettysburg Pa. 

to attend this month.

My daughter Lindsey (Rissi and Summer's mommy) is getting married on the 18th to Robby (Rissi and Summer's daddy).  It's about time!  

We have TV advertising that starts this month and several newspaper ads.  Gary has done interviews on talk radio that will air this month. 

In the hearing aid business, March usually proves to be a good month for sales.  But then again, our February was fantastic!

  

Today I worked on our web page.  I like to keep it up to date... because believe it or not, a lot of people go there.  What do you think of my newsletter for March?  

Gracie has been mysteriously disappearing at night.  She starts out sleeping with us in bed, but then she's gone.  I'll get up and look around to find her little white legs sticking out from underneath the bottom of the bed.  Then after a while, she'll try to get back up on the bed but she is afraid to jump up.  She'll whine and go out the door and try to get a running start.  But when she reaches the bed she stops and whines.  At first, I'd get up and pick her up and put her into bed with us.  But then it was happening 3 and 4 times a night and I'm thinking...  what is wrong with me?  Gary brought her a comfy doggie bed.  I laughed.  "A new toy box?" I said.  (That's what the others are used for).  But to our surprise, Gracie has been using her bed during the night.  She wanders at night.... and it makes me sad to think she's getting older and maybe isn't feeling quite as well as she used to...

R.I.P. Davy Jones

I was young.  I was in love.  

He was one of a handful of cute faces decorating my wall that I'd reach up to kiss each night before going to bed (thanks to Tiger Beat Magazine's crystal clear glossy centerfold posters).  

When I see his face today... my mind wanders

back to a simpler time. 

 Where an innocence lived that even now... 

 46 years later...

I crave. 

R.I.P. Davy Jones

You will always be a Superstar in my book... 

I wanna be free,

Like the bluebirds flying by me,

Like the waves out on the blue sea,

If your love has to tie me,

Don't try me, say good-bye.

I wanna be free,

Don't say you love me, say you like me

But when I need you beside me,

Stay close enough to guide me,

Confide in me, whoa-oh-oh.

I wanna hold your hand, 

Walk along the sand,

Laughing in the sun,

Always having fun.

Doing all those things 

Without any strings to tie me down.

I wanna be free,

Like the warm September wind, babe,

Say you'll always be my friend, babe,

We can make it to the end babe,

Again, babe, I've gotta say...

I wanna be free,

I wanna be free,

I wanna be free.

And now you are free....

Davy Jones ~ Dec. 30, 1945 - Feb. 29, 2012