Conversation – 15

Sheba … I’m sure you will have a Beautiful Busy Day with your family today. Cherie’s Day starts early … A Day Full of Surprises, Getting Gifts, Shopping, Giving Gifts, Eats, and Lots of Love.
HAPPY MOTHERS DAY Sheba and to All the Ladies who post and read this thread.

R I P PEGGY LIPTON FROM MOD SQUAD . THIS IS SO SAD . YES I REMEMBER HER FROM THAT SHOW . .

DEAR SHEBA HAPPY MOTHERS DAY .. I HOPE YOUR DAY IS GREAT . WE WILL BE COOKING FOR THE FAMILY . IT IS RAINING NOW AND I HOPE IT STOPS BECAUSE WE PLAN TO GRILL OUT .I AM SO SORRY FOR YOUR LOSS .BLESS YOUR HEART . STAY WELL LOVE LOAF .

I feel the same way Frank…My Way..The story of my life.

My Way
Frank Sinatra

And now, the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I’ll say it clear
I’ll state my case, of which I’m certain
I’ve lived a life that’s full
I’ve traveled each and every highway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way
Regrets, I’ve had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course
Each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this
I did it my way
Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall
And did it my way
I’ve loved, I’ve laughed and cried
I’ve had my fill, my share of losing
And now, as tears subside
I find it all, all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way
Oh no, no, not me
I did it my way
For what is man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way
And did it my way

It Was a Very Good Year
Frank Sinatra

When I was seventeen
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for small town girls
And soft summer nights
We’d hide from the lights
On the village green
When I was seventeen
When I was twenty-one
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls
Who lived up the stair
With all that perfumed hair
And it came undone
When I was twenty-one
When I was thirty-five
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls
Of independent means
We’d ride in limousines
Their chauffeurs would drive
When I was thirty-five
But now the days are short
I’m in the autumn of the year
And now I think of my life as vintage wine
From fine old kegs
From the brim to the dregs
And it poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year
It was a massive good year

The Best Is Yet To Come
Frank Sinatra

Out of the tree of life I just picked me a plum
You came along and everything started’in to hum
Still it’s a real good bet
The best is yet to come
Best is yet to come and babe won’t that be fine
You think you’ve seen the sun
But you ain’t seen it shine
A wait til the warm up’s under way
Wait til our lips have met
And wait til you see that sunshine day
You ain’t seen nothing yet
The best is yet to come
And babe won’t it be fine
Best is yet to come,
Come the day you’re mine
Come the day you’re mine
I’m gonna teach you to fly
We’ve only tasted the wine
We’re gonna drain the cup dry
Wait til your charms are right for these arms, to surround
You think you’ve flown before
But baby you ain’t left the ground
Wait till you’re locked in my embrace
Wait til I draw you near
And wait til you see that sunshine place
Ain’t nothing like it here
The best is yet to come
And babe won’t it be fine
The best is yet to come,
Come the day you’re mine
Come the day you’re mine
And you’re gonna be mine

The Way You Look Tonight
Frank Sinatra

Some day, when I’m awfully low
When the world is cold
I will feel a glow just thinking of you
And the way you look tonight
Yes, you’re lovely, with your smile so warm
And your cheeks so soft
There is nothing for me but to love you
And the way you look tonight
With each word your tenderness grows
Tearin’ my fear apart
And that laugh, wrinkles your nose
Touches my foolish heart
Lovely, never, never change
Keep that breathless charm
Won’t you please arrange it?
‘Cause I love you
A-just the way you look tonight
And that laugh that wrinkles your nose
It touches my foolish heart
Lovely, don’t you ever change
Keep that breathless charm
Won’t you please arrange it?
‘Cause I love you
A-just the way you look tonight
Mm, mm, mm, mm,
Just the way you look tonight

Frank Sinatra
“I Get A Kick Out Of You”

My story is much too sad to be told,
But practically everything leaves me totally cold.
The only exception I know is the case
When I’m out on a quiet spree,
Fighting vainly the old ennui,
And I suddenly turn and see your fabulous face.

I get no kick from champagne.
Mere alcohol
Doesn’t thrill me at all.
So tell me why should it be true
That I get a kick out of you?

Some—they may go for cocaine.
I’m sure that if
I took even one sniff
It would bore me terrifically, too.
Yet I get a kick out of you.

I get a kick every time I see
You standing there before me.
I get a kick though it’s clear to see
You obviously
Do not adore me.

I get no kick in a plane.
Flying too high
With some gal in the sky
Is my idea of nothing to do.
Yet I get a kick—um, you give me a boot—I get a kick out of you.

I’ve Got You Under My Skin
Frank Sinatra

I’ve got you under my skin
I have got you, deep in the heart of me
So deep in my heart that you’re really a part of me
I’ve got you under my skin
I’d tried so, not to give in
I said to myself this affair it never will go so well
But why should I try to resist when baby I know so well
I’ve got you under my skin
I’d sacrifice anything come what might
For the sake of having you near
In spite of a warning voice that comes in the night
And repeats, repeats in my ear
Don’t you know, little fool
You never can win
Use your mentality
Wake up to reality
But each time I do just the thought of you
Makes me stop before I begin
‘Cause I’ve got you under my skin
I would sacrifice anything come what might
For the sake of having you near
In spite of a warning voice that comes in the night
And repeats how it yells in my ear
Don’t you know, little fool
You never can win
Why not use your mentality
Step up, wake up to reality
But each time I do just the thought of you
Makes me stop just before I begin
Because I’ve got you under my skin
Yes, I’ve got you under my skin

Time for a little Club Sheba in honor of Mother’s Day. ♥

My Nana played Frank Sinatra a lot and I was very lucky to see him live in Concert with other legends.
Mom love him too. ♥

So tonight’s featured artist is Mr. Frank Sinatra.

Hi Sheba;

Happy Mother’s Day to you in every way. I am so glad your weather is getting a wee bit warmer. Just relax and enjoy Cool Hand Luke and Poppy. Ari sends his love.

Managed the elliptical today. Exercise means good sleep for me. The rest equals good benefits. Marine collagen and Lemon Verbena complete the day. All good. Jerry is NOT riding his bike tomorrow.

Meanwhile, no Heidi hints. Maybe next week.

Happry Mothers Day to you and all of the Sheba ladies.

Auntie Amy

Cherie,

We are raining right now. I hope you and the family have a great day.

I am doing alright. I hope the Captain and the kids have a great surprise for you.
Happy Mother’s Day to your Mom and MIL. ♥

@kittengirl,

Happy Mother’s Day to you and your entire family. 🙂

@taci,

Happy Mother’s Day and all the joy it brings just being with family. ♥

@bichon18,

Hoping you and Jerry are having a great day. We are raining and in the low 50’s today.
I will take it. Poppy of course is right by my side. Poppy sends hugs to little Ari. 🙂

Amy Happy Mother’s Day. ♥ This is from little Ari. ♥