#tijuana christmas

[duranduratulsa]

Here is today's Christmas 🎄 on the turntable...

Tijuana Christmas by The Border Brass (1968)

That Christmas Feeling (1973)

Christmas With The Chipmunks (1962)

#tijuanachristmas #theborderbrass #thatchristmasfeeling #thechipmunks #christmaswiththechipmunks #60s #70s #records #album #LP #vinyl #vinylrecords #christmas #merrychristmas #merrychristmas2023

[idiotabuscandosertuidiota]

[lupita13fan]

Inktober 2024 - Days 21 - 31

Ya esta finalizado el reto de @inktober. Gracias por su apoyo y buen inicio de Noviembre.

Rhinoceros - Rinoceronte

Camp - Acampar

Rust - Oxido

Expedition - Expedición

Scarecrow - Espantapájaros

Camera - Cámara

Road - Camino

Jumbo - Enorme

Navigator - Navegador

Violin - Violín

LandMark

[prayforleonardo]

Plaza Paseo 2000 y Cinepolis en Tijuana

[paintgroove]

Paint Groove Playlist #124 "Holy Night Groove 2024"

1. The First Noel - Billy Vaughn and His Orchestra

2. The Little Drummer Boy

- Stevie Wonder

3. Winter Wonderland - Ella Fitzgerald

4. Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow! - John Klein

5. The Christmas Tree - David Rose

6. Donde Esta Santa Claus - 張露

7. Las Mañanitas - Herb Alpert & The Tijuana Brass

8. Jingle Bells - The Brute Force Steel Band

9. Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring

- Johann Sebastian Bach, Dominican Sisters of Mary, Mother of the Eucharist, Sr. Joseph Andrew

Bogdanowicz. OP

10. Santa Claus Is Coming To Town - Frank Sinatra

11. Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas - Judy Garland

[theretirementhome]

Tijuana Voices With Brass - Tijuana Christmas

[danbenzvi]

On The Jukebox: "The Holdovers (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack)"

Track listing:

Damien Jurado - "Silver Joy"

Shocking Blue - "Venus"

The Chamber Brothers - "The Time Has Come Today"

Mark Orton - "Candlepin Bowling"

Mark Orton - "Primal Architecture"

Labi Siffre - "Crying, Laughing, Loving, Lying"

The Allman Brothers Band - "In Memory Of Elizabeth Reed"

Tony Orlando & Dawn - "Knock Three Times"

Artie Shaw & His Orchestra - "When Winter Comes"

Mark Orton - "Drive To Boston"

Mark Orton - "Nursing Home"

The Swingle Singers - "Medley: Deck The Halls With Boughs Of Holly/What Child Is This?"

The Temptations - "Silent Night"

Herb Alpert & The Tijuana Brass - "Jingle Bells"

Mark Orton - "It's Christmas!"

The Trapp Family Singers - "Carol Of The Drum (Little Drummer Boy)"

The Swingle Singers - "White Christmas"

Andy Williams - "The Most Wonderful Time Of The Year"

Cat Stevens - "The Wind"

Khruangbin - "A Calf Born In Winter"

Mark Orton - "The Glove/Now He's History/ 5/4 For Constantine"

Mark Orton - "A Girl In Two/Back To Barton"

Mark Orton - "Danny/The Glove/Let's Make The Best Of It"

Mark Orton - "See Ya/Into The Unknown"

[cherrychapstick54]

Amnesia Was Her Name

Series

Chapter One: Goat Boy

- Tommy wakes up with a throbbing pain in his head and a lack of memory of what caused it. Luckily, a friend is there to help. -

Chapter Two: Crater

- Helping Tubbo clean up L’manhole is easier said than done, especially when you keep forgetting shit. -

Chapter Three: Tomato Farm 🔪

- Tommy decides to pick up a new hobby, but finds himself washed away in the process. -

Chapter Four: A Second Chance 🔪

- Tommy wakes up on a frozen beach after… shit, he can’t remember. Oh well, maybe this stranger who appears to know him will help! -

Chapter Five: Meetings

- Tommy’s body is stuck in the realm of the gods and XD is NOT happy about it. -

Chapter Six: North 🔪

- Tommy finally goes home, but meets someone new along the way. She’s nice and all, but…she’s also kinda a bitch… -

Chapter Seven: How to Sex—Totally Not a Suspicious Name

- Tommy has the great idea of making a diary to help with his memory! Shenanigans ensue. -

Chapter Eight: How to Sex

- Tommy’s first personal note to himself. -

Chapter Nine: A (Platonic) Marriage

- Tommy doesn’t want to do anything, but Amnesia won’t let him sulk. -

Chapter Ten: How to Sex: Entry #2

- Tommy writes in an attempt to cope with his problems. -

Chapter 11: Pay Back 🔪

- Tommy wakes up to a brutal beating; it’s a shame what’s given up to make it stop. -

Chapter 12: How to Sex: Where Did He Go?

- Drista gets curious and writes her own entry in Tommy’s diary. -

Chapter 13: Ghosting 🔪

- Dream teaches Tommy a lesson or two, including the ground rules for his new home. -

Chapter 14: Hook, Line, Sinker 🔪

- Tommy struggles to feel peaceful despite the calm, and Drista argues with her brother until they both come to an agreement. -

Chapter 15: Prey Must Adapt If It Wants To Survive A Predator

- Maybe exile isn’t all that bad, and who the hell is that? -

Chapter 16: Christmas Brings Everyone Together

- A lot of things can happen at Christmas. For Tommy, he was scared of what could happen. Luckily, Phil is there to help him. Only issue, who the hell is Phil?? -

Chapter 17: How to Sex: Entry #4?

- Tommy doesn’t know what to think about his old friend, but he does know that he misses Amnesia. -

Chapter 18: Happy Christmas?

- Phil reminisces on what used to be, and hopes for what could be. -

Chapter 19: Buenas Noches Prostituta

- The struggles of having to keep control of a stray man who’s just trying to get back home to Tijuana. -

Chapter 20: How to Sex

- Maybe writing will help Tommy? -

Chapter 21: We Are All Just Prisoners Here Of Our Own Device 🔪

- Tommy can’t remember what the holiday is called, but it’s the season of mercy! No, wait…season of giving! That’s what it is. -

Chapter 22: Living It Up At The Hotel California 🔪

- Tommy struggles to realize what’s real and not real. Luckily, Dream is there to help! -

Chapter 23: Such a Lovely Place, Such a Lovely Face 🔪

- Hallucinations are a bitch. -

Chapter 24: How to Sex

Chapter 25: The Edge 🔪

- Tommy tries to find a solution to his issues, and succeeds. -

Chapter 26 (Alternate Ending): You Can Check Out Anytime You’d Like, But You Can Never Leave 🔪

- Alternate ending from chapter 25. -

Epilogue (Alternate Ending pt.2): Man Am I The Greatest 🔪

- Epilogue for chapter 26. -

- Divider credits to @issysh3ll -

[ncisfranchise-source]

“NCIS: Origins” revisited Gibbs’ revenge against the cartel leader who killed his wife and child, which promises to send shockwaves across Mike Franks’ team.

Episode 9, titled “Vivo o Muerto,” revealed that the pain that’s haunted Gibbs (Austin Stowell) since the beginning of the series was not only the death of his family, but the fact that he found the man responsible for the murder and shot him dead shortly before he joined Franks’ (Kyle Schmid) team the NIS. Fans of the flagship “NCIS” will remember that the subject of Gibbs killing Pedro Hernandez was first revealed through flashbacks in Season 3.

Now the CBS drama is going into that painful moment from Gibbs’ past.

“We built a lot of the season around this moment,” “Origins” cocreator David J. North told TheWrap. “Once Mike showed him that folder we really wanted to show that Gibbs didn’t just magically end up in Mexico and killed Hernandez… This was a painstaking process for Gibbs.”

The truth came to the surface after Gibbs and Lala (Mariel Molino) took on a trafficking case after a naval officer went missing in Tijuana. The incident was tied to Hernandez’s cartel, and Lala promised a somber Gibbs she would do everything in her power to find Hernandez and bring him to justice.

The final twist of the investigation was Lala learning that Hernandez had been killed six months before this case — which the cartel covered up to not appear weak.

“Obvioisly Franks, but now Lala knows and this will add another wrinkle and complication to their relationship,” North teased of the aftermath of Lala learning the truth. “On one level, she understands that this man killed Gibbs’ family and was going to get away with it. But this is a team member, her partner. So can she trust that now? He had the opportunity to tell her what he did but he chose not to.”

“Gibbs has a bit of a hole to dig out of in making her believe again that he’s someone that she can fully trust,” he added.

With one episode left until the show goes on its winter break, we can expect Monday’s Episode 10 to deal with the aftermath of this reveal. The synopsis for the hour, titled “Blue Bayou,” teased Gibbs working through his first Christmas without his family, as we learn the story of how he ended up joining NIS in the first place.

[thriftstorerecords]

Tijuana Christmas The Border Brass Design Records/USA (1967)

[duranduratulsa]

Here is today's Christmas 🎄 on the turntable...

Tijuana Christmas 🎄 by The Border Brass (1967)

Christmas 🎄 Greetings (1972)

We Wish You A Merry Christmas by Ray Conniff and The Ray Conniff Singers (1962)

Christmas Is For The Family by Dennis Day (1958)

Firestone Tires Presents Your Christmas 🎄 Favorites Volume 3 (1964)

#tijuanachristmas #theborderbrass #christmasgreetings #wewishyouamerrychristmas #RayConniff #DennisDay #christmasisforthefamily #firestone #firestonepresentsyourchristmasfavoritesvolume3 #records #album #LP #vinyl #vinylrecords #christmas #merrychristmas #merrychristmas2023

[marmorada]

LISTEN BEFORE VOTING 🔫

[christinescupofcoffee]

Kinkmas 2024 | day i.

“bad tina” (quarter after twelve ‘verse)

Christine leaned back in her train seat with her hands folded across her lap. It had been a long day having come to West Virginia from the edge of New Jersey, and now, hopefully, the two of them could head on out west together. She hoped that she had enough money on her person to find a new car and one to take them to her father’s house out in California. They couldn’t ride the train forever, and with the incoming snow over the Appalachians in the coming hours, and not with the fear of money hanging over their heads.

John had fallen asleep in the seat next to her: even with the patch over his eye, she could tell that he was sound asleep. The poor guy was tuckered out after his surgeries and the fact that he had to leave his grandmother behind in New Jersey: Christine promised him that she would let him sleep once they began out west, and she especially promised him as such when he finally ended it with Brittany. It was events that she would much rather forget, much like how she wanted to forget about his illness and the way that she nearly lost him to those damned clots.

The rain pattered on the windowpane next to her, how the rain always soothed her and the fact they were on a train only made her think of a bygone time, and one that she never shared with John. Best friends and yet, she knew in her heart that she had secrets that he never shared with her. Conversely, she never told him of the time she had a serious crush from before his problems.

All this time, she knew that she had been the bad girl, bad Tina.

She had met him when they were still in high school, and she had taken the train from New York City back down to Pennsylvania after visiting her grandparents. She was this little Portuguese girl with her hair tied up and her black raincoat pristine even during a torrential rain and one that would follow her all the way back into the countryside. He was a boy whom she should not have been involved with before, especially when he whipped out a small eight park hook from his pocket and told her that it was one of those illicitly published booklets, the humble “Tijuana Bible” as he called it. He had that plus a few larger, more legitimate books such as Beloved and Their Eyes Were Watching God tucked away in the very back of his bag, but they all piqued her interest as he took his spot there next to her. The leather on his boots appeared fresh, and the spicy cologne on his neck and shoulders made her think of all the times she had wedding soup at her grandparents’ house for Day of the Dead and Christmas.

He had introduced himself as Golden Boy, but there was nothing about him that carried even a bit of gold: if anything, she felt, he could called himself “Black Gold” as he wore black from head to toe and had sparkling buckles on his boots. Long black hair cascaded down around his shoulders like the vines of a tree, deep hypnotic eyes that seemed to swallow her whole once she looked long enough into them, creamy white skin with a gentle olive tone to it, and a voice like black velvet. One look into his face and she could feel herself drawn into him.

“Why ‘Golden Boy’?” she asked him.

“Why not?” he retorted back to her with a quick flash of his eyebrows and a sly smile on his face. He opened the Tijuana Bible and revealed to her little drawings of Betty Boop apparently chasing after what appeared to be U.S. Marines, which in turn made her smile.

“Where’d you find this?” she asked him in a soft voice.

“I have my means,” he assured her with a shrug of his shoulders: the fact it was referred to as a “Bible” made her think that he had found it in the back shelves if a church somewhere. It would make a great deal of sense after all.

Even with the black ensconcing his body from head to toe, he chatted with her all the way back to Allentown, and he was more than happy to lend Beloved to her. When they stepped off the train, she was stunned when she found out that he lived right downstairs from John and his grandmother, the latter of whom was not home as of yet.

One thing led to another and Golden Boy had joined then there for the afternoon, at least until John’s grandmother returned home for dinner. A quick shake of the hands made Tina think that she was bringing a boy home to meet her parents, but her best friend took it in stride, however.

John was taking a nap in the next room over, and he had gone into that twilight sleep all the while, whereby if even the slightest loud noise leaked out from the kitchen, he would shake himself awake and find out what was happening in there. But this gave her time to spend with Golden Boy and his books. He had taken off his coat and hung it up on the hook next to the door, and he took his spot next to her on the couch. Tina adjusted the brim of her hat as she examined the way his Thin Lizzy shirt all but draped off his body and his jeans snugly fitted his hips and legs. He looked like one of those metal guys from years before and more so given the fact that he had long, lush dark hair down to his waist.

“You know, I’ve got some spritz to go into your hair if you’d like,” she suggested to him as she eyed the utter disheveled and flyaway nature of his hair.

“Nah, I’d rather let it all hang loose like this,” he assured her as he raked his fingers through the locks on the side of his head.

“Let it loose and let it be naked, too,” she added with a quick flash of her eyebrows at him.

He then leaned into her ear with his eyes closed and his face almost like that of a little doll.

“What’re you doing?” she asked him in a soft voice.

“Love how you said to let it be naked,” he confessed. “If anything, that kind of makes me think.”

“What’re you thinking about?”

Golden Boy nibbled on his lip and hooded his eyes at her. Tina had somewhat of an idea as to what was going on behind those steely eyes, but she wanted to know for certain as to what he was thinking.

“You really wanna hear it?” He lowered his voice to a tone so low he nearly breathed it.

“Please. We’ve gone this far and John’s sound asleep in the next room.”

He showed her the tip of his tongue and moved in closer, and to the point where she thought he was about to kiss her.

“I… really want to have a drink and then stick my tongue up inside of you,” he whispered to her.

“Have a drink?” she echoed him, slightly eager. “Have a drink of what?”

“Bourbon,” he replied. “Give you a little taste of New Orleans while I taste you.”

Tina raised her eyebrows again at that, and her heart fluttered in her chest.

“How ‘bout I take a little Jell-O shot and then wrap my lips around you,” she suggested in a single breath, and he closed his eyes again. A soft blush crossed his face, and she knew she had done justice right then.

“Go on,” he breathed out.

“I’ll move on closer so the tip hits my tongue, and then I’ll reach behind you and give your ass a nice squeeze,” she continued. “I might just tug down your pants while I’m at it. Feel every inch of your skin while I’m giving you a good long sucking.”

“What you got on?” he asked her in a voice that almost sounded like he was about to blow.

“Nothing,” she replied, “although… I do have this little black velvet camisole that kinda… pushes my boobs together so when you look down, you see them peeking at you.”

“Ah, shit…”

“And then I’ve got on these little black silk panties, and I’m gonna let you take them off with nothing more than your teeth.”

Golden Boy leaned back against the couch and ran his fingers through his hair. Tina then lifted her head to see if they were alone: John was still sound asleep in the next room. Only three feet away, and Golden Boy opened his mouth and made a sound that made her think of a bird.

“Shhhh…” And yet, she couldn’t help but laugh to herself. To that day, she was still laughing to herself: she had the smile on her face as she returned her attention over to John in the seat next to her. He had once again fallen asleep. Christine rested her hand on the back of his hand, and she leaned in closer to his face to take in the scent of his cologne on his neck. Her best friend in the whole world, but if he only knew about what the rain had brought her on any given train ride.

[prayforleonardo]

Otay Ranch Food Pavilion #Christmas