Thought Of The Day: Christmas
This is me during the holidays.. my gift to the ones I love? Food of course! Instead of mass consuming this Christmas give someone something that really matters…
Song of The Day : Rebel, Rebel
Someone bring back Glam Rock. Hot Tramp, I love you so.
Thought of The Day
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
- Edgar Allan Poe
Love Song of The Day
(love) Song of the Day
Sugar Sugar- The Archies
…love is sweet.
What is your favorite love song?
Song of The Day
(love) Song of the Day
The Beatles- Words of Love
…short and sweet.
What is your favorite love song?
La Foule -Edith Piaf
One of my favorite classics . This one goes with my mood today.
This is me during the holidays.. my gift to the ones I love? Food of course! Instead of mass consuming this Christmas give someone something that really matters…
ART FRAHM (by Anne T. Boleyn)
This is me during the holidays.. my gift to the ones I love? Food of course! Instead of mass consuming this Christmas give someone something that really matters…
ART FRAHM (by Anne T. Boleyn)
This is me during the holidays.. my gift to the ones I love? Food of course! Instead of mass consuming this Christmas give someone something that really matters…
ART FRAHM (by Anne T. Boleyn)
The Man That Got Away- Judy Garland
Why? My go-to karaoke song.
Ask me to sing it I dare you…
“You know what’s wrong with you, Miss whoever-you-are? You’re chicken. You’ve got no guts. You’re afraid to stick out your chin and say, ‘Okay. Life’s a fact. People do fall in love. People do belong to each other.’ Because that’s the only chance anybody’s got for real happiness. You call yourself a free spirit, a wild thing, and you’re terrified somebody’s gonna stick you in a cage. Well Baby, you’re already in that cage — you built it yourself. And it’s not bounded on the west by Tulip, Texas or on the east by Somaliland. It’s wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.”
“You know what’s wrong with you, Miss whoever-you-are? You’re chicken. You’ve got no guts. You’re afraid to stick out your chin and say, ‘Okay. Life’s a fact. People do fall in love. People do belong to each other.’ Because that’s the only chance anybody’s got for real happiness. You call yourself a free spirit, a wild thing, and you’re terrified somebody’s gonna stick you in a cage. Well Baby, you’re already in that cage — you built it yourself. And it’s not bounded on the west by Tulip, Texas or on the east by Somaliland. It’s wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.”
“You know what’s wrong with you, Miss whoever-you-are? You’re chicken. You’ve got no guts. You’re afraid to stick out your chin and say, ‘Okay. Life’s a fact. People do fall in love. People do belong to each other.’ Because that’s the only chance anybody’s got for real happiness. You call yourself a free spirit, a wild thing, and you’re terrified somebody’s gonna stick you in a cage. Well Baby, you’re already in that cage — you built it yourself. And it’s not bounded on the west by Tulip, Texas or on the east by Somaliland. It’s wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.”
