A one, two

A one, two, four

Jeux sans frontières

Jeux sans frontières

Jeux sans frontières

Jeux sans frontières

Hans plays with Lotte, Lotte plays with Jane

Jane plays with Willy, Willy is happy again

Suki plays with Leo, Sacha plays with Britt

Adolf builds a bonfire, Enrico plays with it

Whistling tunes

We hide in the dunes by the seaside

Whistling tunes

We’re kissing baboons in the jungle

It’s a knockout

If looks could kill, they probably will

In games without frontiers

War without tears

If looks could kill, they probably will

In games without frontiers

War without tears

Games without frontiers

War without tears

Jeux sans frontières

Jeux sans frontières

Jeux sans frontières

Andre has a red flag, Chiang Ching’s is blue

They all have hills to fly them on except for Lin Tai Yu

Dressing up in costumes, playing silly games

Hiding out in treetops, shouting out rude names

Whistling tunes

We hide in the dunes by the seaside

Whistling tunes

We piss on the goons in the jungle

It’s a knockout

If looks could kill, they probably will

In games without frontiers

War without tears

If looks could kill, they probably will

In games without frontiers

War without tears

Games without frontiers

War without tears

Jeux sans frontières

Jeux sans frontières

Jeux sans frontières

Jeux sans frontières

Jeux sans frontières

Jeux sans frontières

Jeux sans frontières

Jeux sans frontières

Jeux sans frontières

Jeux sans frontières

Jeux sans frontières

_ GAMES WITHOUT FRONTIERS, Peter Gabriel

JUST A QUICK NOTE TO SAY WE WISH YOU A “LOVE-LY” DAY!

AND HAVE A SWEEET TIME WITH YOUR HONEY ; )

LOVE AND HEARTS,

DARA

This time of year I often think of this old song:

My father’s mansion’s many rooms
Have room for all of His children
As long as we do share His love
And see that all are free.

And see that all are free to grow
And see that all are free to know
And free to open or to close
The door of their own room.

What is a room without a door
Which sometimes locks or stands ajar?
What is a room without a wall
To keep out sight and sound from all?

And dwellers in each room should have
The right to choose their own design
And color schemes to suit their own
Though differing from mine.

Yes and each door has its own design
To suit the owners state of mind
And those who’d want them all the same
Don’t understand, the human game.

My father’s mansion’s many rooms
Have room for all of His children
If we do but share in His love
And see that all are free.

The choice is ours to share this earth
With all its many joys abound
Or to continue as we have
And burn God’s mansion down.
-lyrics and music by Pete Seegar

Happy Chanukah, Merry Christmas and here’s to wishing everyone a wonderful holiday.
Love, Dara

Hope everyone is having a lovely Thanksgiving today! I’m still waiting on that darn bird to finish cooking : D (got a little bit of a late start than usual) Made a ton of dishes today- shouldn’t Thanksgiving be renamed Drooling Day? Or more accurately; Gaining Day. Ha! Have a good one-

Love, Dara

To all our vets

Thank you for your service.  

Nov 11, 2022

CELEBRATE!  DANCE!  BBQ WINGS!  IT’S A GREAT DAY TO BE AN AMERICAN, Y’ALL.

Enjoy.

Love, Dara

LITTLE GIRLS AND THEIR PAPAS, RIGHT?

TO ALL THE GREAT DAD’S OUT THERE-THANK YOU JUST FOR BEING A DAD.

I HOPE EVERYONE HAS A WONDERFUL DAY!

LOVE,

DARA

“Those who have long enjoyed such privileges as we enjoy forget in time that men have died to win them.”

– FRANKLIN D. ROOSEVELT

It has been said that freedom is never free. It is paid for in sacrifice. The bricks that build its  foundation are the brave men and women whose shining service forge the mortar. This is a debt we repay by holding the holy gift of freedom forever in our hearts.

We pay homage to them all on this Memorial Day. 

And never forget.

Love, 

Dara Joy

“Mother is the name of god on the lips and hearts of little children.” – The Crow

So, a toast to all mothers everywhere. 

It’s your day to stroll about town. Enjoy!

Love,

Dara