Conversation – 16

Jay King

This weeks Drink of the Week is: Moscow Reindeer!

Ingredients:

Handful of fresh peppermint or mint leaves
Crushed Ice
2 oz vodka
Juice of 1/2 a lime
6 oz ginger beer
For garnish: crushed and whole candy canes

Directions:

•Fill copper mule mug with crushed ice and a handful of mint. Muddle well.
•Add vodka and lime juice.
•Top with ginger beer and lightly stir.
•Sprinkle crushed candy cane on top and garnish with a whole candy cane.

Enjoy! ⛄️🌲

-Marlo Smith HSN Host

Have A Safe Tuesday!

Oh yes Happy first day of Winter❄☃️🌬🌨

How did you know these,whether they are tangerines or mandarins,are my fav to eat..constantly!!🍊 can’nt get enough..still have to scoop out ripening persimmons and freeze some and then bake a couple batches of cookies.For us to enjoy and give away to my son and family.He really enjoys them.He is currently on winter break from teaching high school,mostly from home.The things people are having to do to reinvent life as we know it.So grateful I am not at the salon any more,although some days…I’ll say goodnight and thank you for your special touches,staysafe&keepwarm..lol dd

Peace Out Peeps! Going to admire the Moon and the Universe.

The sky is calling me. Enjoy your evening and stay safe.

@shoelady60,

Hubby wanted some Pasta so I made that and a Salad. I am playing Frank in Club Sheba. 😘

I have lived Frank’s song My Way. 😎💕

My Way
Song by Frank Sinatra

And now, the end is near
And so I face the final curtain
My friend, I’ll make it clear
I’ll state my case, of which I am certain
I’ve lived a life that’s full
I traveled each and every highway
And more, much more
I did it, 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, much more
I did it, I did it my way
Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
And through it all, whenever there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall
And did it, did it my way
I’ve loved, laughed and cried
I had my fill, my share of losing
And now, as tears subside
I find that it’s all so amusing
And to think I did all that
And may I say not in a shy way
No, no, not me
I did it my way
For what is a man, what has he got
If not himself, then he has naught
Not to say the things that he truly feels
And not the words of someone who kneels
The record shows I took all the blows
And did it my way

New York, New York
Song by Frank Sinatra

Start spreading the news
I’m leaving today
I want to be a part of it
New York, New York
These vagabond shoes
They are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it
New York, New York
I want to wake up in a city
That never sleeps
And find I’m king of the hill
Top of the heap
These small town blues
They are melting away
I’ll make a brand new start of it
In old New York
If I can make it there
I’ll make it anywhere
It’s up to you
New York, New York
New York, New York
I want to wake up in a city
That doesn’t sleep
And find that I’m number one
Top of the list
Head of the heap
King of the hill
These little town blues
They’ve all melted away
I’m gonna make a brand new start of it
In old New York
And
If I can make it there
I’ll make it practically anywhere
It’s up to you
New York, New York
New York