June 26, 2010

A Lesson in Beauty

One of my favorite things to do when teaching little sissies and girls the wonders of being feminine is to take them to the beauty salon for a pedi and mani. There’s something about getting the nails done in a pretty cotton candy or perhaps a harlot red that makes one feels so girlie. They also get to benefit from all the beauty tips and lessons that the technicians can pass along to them – from make-up tips to skin care to hair styling ideas. Of course that is after all the giggles and whispers, hehe. But that’s the price one pays for beauty, isn’t it? Mommy Gina 1*888*430*2010
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 23, 2010

Need To Get Back To Happy

I’m in a terrible mood today and I really need to shake it off, but I don’t know how, or even if I want to. Sometimes being in a foul mood feels good. I know that’s contradictory but it’s true. There is something comforting about misery, and as the saying goes misery loves company. Now I just need to find a bunch of people who feel the way I do and hang out with them. It will be heaven. The problem is if you allow yourself to wallow too long in the safety of anger then you some times get stuck that way. I don’t want to be in this mood forever, so I guess I should start to try to get back to being happy. Stacie 1-888-430-2010
June 22, 2010

The Fieldmouse

Where the acorn tumbles down, Where the ash tree sheds its berry, With your fur so soft and brown, With your eye so round and merry, Scarcely moving the long grass, Fieldmouse, I can see you pass. Little thing, in what dark den, Lie you all the winter sleeping? Till warm weather comes again, Then once more I see you peeping Round about the tall tree roots, Nibbling at their fallen fruits. Fieldmouse, fieldmouse, do not go, Where the farmer stacks his treasure, Find the nut that falls below, Eat the acorn at your pleasure, But you must not steal the grain He has stacked with so much pain. Make your hole where mosses spring, Underneath the tall oak’s shadow, Pretty, quiet harmless thing, Play about the sunny meadow. Keep away from corn and house, None will harm you, little mouse. Cecil Frances Alexander Lily
June 20, 2010

OH MUH GAWD!

Look, look, LOOK! This lovely piece of sweet goodness is called a Banoffee Pie! MUST….MAKE…..PIE! This thing almost makes me weep with pure want. It’s a mixture of Dulce de Leche and Banana Cream. Good GOD! I know what I am making tomorrow, and you know what? I think you should make it too, so we can all put on 20 lbs. together, as a team, we will be fat, happy and full! Here is the recipe for you: Crust * 1 cup(s) graham cracker cookie crumbles * 1/2 cup(s) pecans, toasted, finely chopped * 4 tablespoon(s) unsalted butter, melted * 2 tablespoon(s) packed brown sugar Filling * 2 can(s) (13.4 ounces each) dulce de leche (caramelized sweetened condensed milk) * 4 large bananas * 1 cup(s) heavy cream * 1 tablespoon(s) confectioners’ sugar * 1/4 teaspoon(s) vanilla extract 1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. In bowl, mix crumbs, pecans, butter, and brown sugar. With back of spoon, press onto bottom and 1 inch up sides of 9 1/2-inch springform pan. Bake 10 minutes. Cool on wire rack. 2. Filling: Spoon dulce de leche into cooled crust and spread evenly. Peel and slice 3 bananas. Arrange over filling. In bowl, beat cream, sugar, and vanilla just until stiff; spread over bananas. Refrigerate 2 hours. 3. To serve, peel and slice remaining banana. Arrange over cream. Stacie 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

Bunnie Love

My secret love are bunnies.  I love everything about them, except their lil bunnie poop that is.  When I was a little girl I used to collect bunnie figurines.  I still have some of them, packed away of course, I’m a bit old to have bunnies all over my house.  Might come across as a bit psychotic, right?  This is one of my favorite bun bun pictures.   Look how cute! Jenna 1-888-430-2010
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