Buddy, if you wear your short short basketball pants that you wore back in 1959, I'll bring my baton to knock you across your head and put some sense in it...hahahaha. That will be the "twirl" of the century...hehaw
Hello Ms Talk Radio come to the memorial walk this Saturday morning 8.00 at Booker T. ,bring that baton and wear those white boots. You can even preform,we need a good laugh.
Your memory is lapsing again! Don't recall your best buddy Cassie told you that everybody in Furr's stop eating and came out to see me twirling. They thought it was a paid performance by a professional group and they thought that you were the paparazzi. No window panes would I break in Furr's because I knew you didn't have any money in your torn hole in your pocket. You are the one that asks me to perform because you wanted to take me over seas with you when you impersonated the real Piano Man. But the real performance would be my twirling techniques. You are just jealous that I CAN still twirl and you can't play basketball anymore. And please don't blame it on your knees. You never had any knees....that's why you rode the short yellow bus, because you didn't have knees to climb up the stairs on a regular bus. So they had to pull down the stair lift and lift you up into the yellow bus. Short bus...Buddy rides the short bus....hahahahaha!
Your routine days are over .Your best bet is to live your routines through your Grandchildren and performers on TV. No more Dal Hi and no more routines for you. You can pose all you want but you can't twirl. Check the picture out, do you see anybody watching you,they know your twirling days are over. Pass that Baton on to your Grand baby. While I was taking this picture I said to myself please don't let her throw that baton in the air and break Furr's windows .
I still got it! I'll have to teach Buddy some of my routine tricks. Here little Buddy, here little Buddy, come to Momma....I might can show your slow learning self some moves...hahahaha
Deb, you can get personal anytime you wish. It is so obvious how in awe and how you love your sisters. If I could have had just one would have been a beautiful thing. so you go ahead ..show and speak your love for your family and friends..I say.."Well Its Alright...Have A GOOD TIME, BECAUSE ITS ALRIGHT..OH ITS ALRIGHT!
I really don't know of where you can buy one or find one. I treasured my baton because it stood for a very important event in my life. And yes twirling does help me stay in shape because I love it...and when you love something...you do it more. Twirling relaxes me and I enjoy it. Thanks for sharing your majorette memories with me and the campus family. And with your out-going personality, I know you were a high stepping majorette too...so you too are among the "elite" of majorettes of yesteryears! But if I may get personal...and I know I can...my sister Jean...with her long legs...could step...boy she could step..she and I both still walk like majorettes. I had to work harder in being a majorette because I was short...so I had to kick higher and step higher and harder...but with Jean...it came easy...I believe for her, because she had those long legs and tall upper body and she was positioned in the middle of the line...and she stood out...not taking anything from the other talented majorettes on her line...but I simply admired her abilities and I wanted to be just like her...even though I never reached her level...but I tried and I still use her as my guiding light when I practice with my baton. As you and I both know...because we both speak that majorette language... it was all about being the best that you could be...and all of the majorettes before me were just that....the BEST and with a Reputation...to Cover that Line. Now step Carolyn...step!
Baby, your baton is priceless. I know that..but where do you think I can find one...!!! Im serious about wanting one and gonna try my darnest to find one. If you know anyone with one and might want to get rid of it..if I can't find a new one, I'll buy it. You look great and very healthy. I think your love for that baton and what it means to you , has been very helpful in that department.
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Buddy, if you wear your short short basketball pants that you wore back in 1959, I'll bring my baton to knock you across your head and put some sense in it...hahahaha. That will be the "twirl" of the century...hehaw
Hello Ms Talk Radio come to the memorial walk this Saturday morning 8.00 at Booker T. ,bring that baton and wear those white boots. You can even preform,we need a good laugh.
Your memory is lapsing again! Don't recall your best buddy Cassie told you that everybody in Furr's stop eating and came out to see me twirling. They thought it was a paid performance by a professional group and they thought that you were the paparazzi. No window panes would I break in Furr's because I knew you didn't have any money in your torn hole in your pocket. You are the one that asks me to perform because you wanted to take me over seas with you when you impersonated the real Piano Man. But the real performance would be my twirling techniques. You are just jealous that I CAN still twirl and you can't play basketball anymore. And please don't blame it on your knees. You never had any knees....that's why you rode the short yellow bus, because you didn't have knees to climb up the stairs on a regular bus. So they had to pull down the stair lift and lift you up into the yellow bus. Short bus...Buddy rides the short bus....hahahahaha!
Your routine days are over .Your best bet is to live your routines through your Grandchildren and performers on TV. No more Dal Hi and no more routines for you. You can pose all you want but you can't twirl. Check the picture out, do you see anybody watching you,they know your twirling days are over. Pass that Baton on to your Grand baby. While I was taking this picture I said to myself please don't let her throw that baton in the air and break Furr's windows .
I still got it! I'll have to teach Buddy some of my routine tricks. Here little Buddy, here little Buddy, come to Momma....I might can show your slow learning self some moves...hahahaha