June 23, 2010

To My Grandmother

All the things you used to do Cooking dinner on Sunday Making homemade stew Sitting for hours Telling us tales Of how poor Jonah Was swallowed by the whale Working in your garden Pulling all the weeds Wiping sweat from your brow And gently planting seeds You are a special Grandma One that we adore You taught us right from wrong And so very much more. Grandma I remember When you would sing a song You would encourage Us all to sing along And you would sit and rock And read the Bible While we would play I can still see it As you held it in your hands Well worn from all your reading And learning of God’s plans Grandma, I remember Don’t worry about me You taught us all so well Years ago upon your knee. Mommy Lizabeth 1-888-430-2010
June 20, 2010

A gift for Fathers Day

I would love to give a special gift to all those Daddy’s out there. Cum, wrap up the day with a treat only a mommy can give. Once the house becomes quiet, after all the guest have left, cum finsih the evening with me, your personal MILF. Mommy is wating to please you in everyway. Mommy Lauren, 1 888 430 2010
June 20, 2010

The Night Sky

One of my favorite things to do is to go out into our yard at night, lay on my back and look at the night sky. In the quiet calm of the dark with just the stars shinning above me I can relax and day dream. The sky is so vast and beautiful, and it makes me feel so small sometimes, but it also comforts me when I’m stressed. For the last few days I have been feeling just that way, stressed. So last night I went out into the back yard and looked up at the stars. I feel so much better this morning. What is it that you do to relax when you feel stressed? Ella 1-888-430-2010
June 19, 2010

Potty or Torture Chair?

Ok, I have to admit it; I have a fascination with interesting and unusual antiques, items, and old pieces. So it’s no surprise that this old potty chair caught my eye. The fact that there are  straps really peak my interests. Such diabolical torture that must have been taken place in this chair – makes me all a giggle, hehehehe! I’m thinking a triple dose of castor oil and then strap them down for the day! Perhaps even a strategical placement in the public eye!   Mommy Maggy 1*888*430*2010
June 19, 2010

Sore Hiney Blues

This is the official song of the slow pokes of the world. It’s called the Sore Hiney Blues: When the road is feeling rocky And you know you’ve paid your dues When your knees are feeling knocky You’ve got the Sore Hiney Blues The Sore Hiney Blues Mamma, The Sore Hiney Blues Baby You know you’ve got the Sore Hiney Blues The SAGS, they got pretzels And Watermelons too, But when my hineys hurting They say, WE CAN’T HELP YOU! The Sore Hiney Blues Mamma, The Sore Hiney Blues Baby You know you’ve got the Sore Hiney Blues Last night at the hotel While Red Eye drank the booze Johnny grabbed the jelly He’s got the Sore Hiney Blues The Sore Hiney Blues Mamma, The Sore Hiney Blues Baby You know you’ve got the Sore Hiney Blues Each day that we’re peddling The ride is in the news Krystal she be writing Bout the Sore Hiney Blues The Sore Hiney Blues Mamma, The Sore Hiney Blues Baby You know you’ve got the Sore Hiney Blues John Frame’s got my suitcase Kathy’s got my dues Mike Quinn’s got my beer I got the Sore Hiney Blues! The Sore Hiney Blues Mamma, The Sore Hiney Blues Baby You know you’ve got the Sore Hiney Blues Two hundred riders That ain’t just a few We’re standing all the way home With the Sore Hiney Blues The Sore Hiney Blues Mamma, The Sore Hiney Blues Baby You know you’ve got the Sore Hiney Blues My chain is slippin My tires are leaking air My hineys really hurtin Are we there? Are we there? The Sore Hiney Blues Mamma, The Sore Hiney Blues Baby You know you’ve got the Sore Hiney Blues The ride is almost over Don’t need no stinking Cues But Tommy Imbrigotta’s Got the Sore Hiney Blues The Sore Hiney Blues Mamma, The Sore Hiney Blues Baby You know you’ve got the Sore Hiney Blues 100 miles is easy 250 gets you sore 500 leaves you begging My poor hiney can’t take no more! I guess you can make up your own tune to it, since I didn’t see one with it. I think it’s about riding motorcycles, but I don’t know lol. One thing I do know, I can give you a sore hiney without making you ride a Harley for 1000 miles. Sue 1-888-430-2010 The Sore Hiney Blues Mamma, The Sore Hiney Blues Baby You know you’ve got the Sore Hiney Blues
June 18, 2010

Happy Daddy Day

I couldn’t find who wrote this poem, but it’s awfully sweet and I think it is true. A little girl needs Daddy For many, many things: Like holding her high off the ground Where the sunlight sings!  Like being the deep music That tells her all is right When she awakens frantic with The terrors of the night.  Like being the great mountain That rises in her heart And shows her how she might get home When all else falls apart.  Like giving her the love That is her sea and air, So diving deep or soaring high She’ll always find him there. Mommy Lexus
June 13, 2010

Bikini Season

It’s time to prepare for summer Girls! Hair, nails, high heels and picking out the perfect Bikini! What kinda bikini is my sissies slippin into this summer? Is it going be frilly and pretty, or slinky and sexy? Have you waxed or shaved? Make sure that your skin is silky smooth! Heels are a must helping accent the calf, elongating the leg and it also gives the illusion of thinning out the thigh. If you need any help primping, be sure to call me for some assistance! Mizz Rebecca 1 888 430 2010
June 12, 2010

Rhumba Bras

I love Rhumba panties, especially when they are worn with Rhumba Bras. What is a Rhumba bra you ask, take a look. I would wear this. It’s beautiful isn’t it? This is something someone could wear on their wedding night. I would wear it on mine, if I ever get married that is lol. I keep waiting for my boyfriend to ask me, but I guess it will take awhile. Maybe instead of wearing this for my wedding I should just put it on for him along with some rhumba panties to match, see what his reaction is. Liz 1-888-430-2010
June 11, 2010

Tree Envy

So what can I say about this – I mean seriously (between all my giggles and snickers). If this doesn’t give you little ones penile envy and a severe inferiority complex, I don’t know what will, LOL! I know, you keep pulling your diaper out so you can look down at that itty bitty thing in there, then look back up at this picture – then back down and back at the tree. And THAT, my little darling, is the difference between a grown-up peepee and that teeny tiny little aby weewee you have tucked away in that diaper of yours! Mommy Gina 1*888*430*2010
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