September 28, 2010

The Cry Of The Children

Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young heads against their mothers, And that cannot stop their tears. The young lambs are bleating in the meadows, The young birds are chirping in the nest, The young fawns are playing with the shadows, The young flowers are blowing toward the west— But the young, young children, O my brothers, They are weeping bitterly! They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the free. Do you question the young children in their sorrow, Why their tears are falling so? The old man may weep for his tomorrow, Which is lost in Long Ago; The old tree is leafless in the forest, The old year is ending in the frost, The old wound, if stricken, is the sorest, The old hope is hardest to be lost: But the young, young children, O my brothers, Do you ask them why they stand Weeping sore before the bosoms of their mothers, In our happy Fatherland? They look up with their pale and sunken faces, And their looks are sad to see, For the man’s hoary anguish draws and presses Down the cheeks of infancy; “Your old earth,” they say, “is very dreary; Our young feet,” they say, “are very weak! Few paces have we taken, yet are weary— Our grave-rest is very far to seek. Ask the aged why they weep, and not the children, For the outside earth is cold, And we young ones stand without, in our bewildering, And the graves are for the old.” “True,” say the children, “it may happen That we die before our time. Little Alice died last year—her grave is shapen Like a snowball, in the rime. We looked into the pit prepared to take her: Was no room for any work in the close clay! From the sleep wherein she lieth none will wake her, Crying ‘Get up, little Alice! it is day.’ If you listen by that grave, in sun and shower, With your ear down, little Alice never cries; Could we see her face, be sure we should not know her, For the smile has time for growing in her eyes: And merry go her moments, lulled and stilled in The shroud by the kirk-chime. It is good when it happens,” say the children, “That we die before our time.” Alas, alas, the children! They are seeking Death in life, as best to have; They are binding up their hearts away from breaking, With a cerement from the grave. Go out, children, from the mine and from the city, Sing out, children, as the little thrushes do; Pluck your handfuls of the meadow-cowslips pretty, Laugh aloud, to feel your fingers let them through! But they answer, “Are your cowslips of the meadows Like our weeds anear the mine? Leave us quiet in the dark of the coal-shadows, From your pleasures fair and fine! “For oh,” say the children, […]
September 25, 2010

Sissy ABie Julie

I always have fun on my calls with my aby Julie.  Like the other day, my Julie was invited to a birthday pool party.  Now normally she would have been excited to go, but when she found out that she was going to have to go in her diapers, well, let’s just say she was less then excited to have all the other y0ung ladies see she was wearing diapers like an aby – especially under here little bathing suit. So it was no surprise that when we got there, my Julie started to have herself a little temper tantrum and was very defiant with me.  Something I simply will not put up with.  So right there, as everyone was arriving to the party, I pulled her diaper and plastic panties down around her ankles, and put her over my knee straight away.  The hairbrush was pulled out of my diaper bag (something that baby Julie definitely does NOT like – the brush or the diaper bag), and I started to swat that little behind of hers. All the mommies and little ladies were walking right by us, pointing and whispering, and some were even giggling at her as they came closer and saw the diaper puddled around her ankles.  And to top things off, I made my aby Julie count out each and every spanking she received between her cries and tears.  Let me tell you, it will be quite some time before my aby Julie defies me again! Thank you again aby Julie for yet another wonderful call (though I think that red little tushie of yours may think otherwise)! Mommy Maggy
September 19, 2010

Lucky Me

I don’t know if I have told you lately how lucky I am to work with such wonderful people as I do. From top to bottom there is not a weak link anywhere along the line. From the nannies to the mommies to the sitters to the grannies the are the best you could ever hope to find. They are smart friendly ladies who know their business. So if you have the desire they have the knowledge and know how to provide the best experience for you. Daddy Paul
September 19, 2010

Forced

Many, many of you have called me recently, and for that I say thank you.  Out of those who call me there seems to be a similarity to all your calls.  You want to be forced to be a sissy.  Now this is one my all time favorite things to do to someone.  I do not yell, I do not scream, but do I get stern and domineering?  Most definitely!  You will be lucky to get a word in edge wise, I am Southern after all and us southern women can talk like you would not believe lol.   And just think how pretty you will look after I get you all sissied out!  And YES you will have to go out into public like that.  I don’t care if it embarrasses you are not, what you want doesn’t really matter at this point.  Does it? Mommy Liz 1-888-430-2010
September 15, 2010

Cute Poem to Share

    When the adultbaby was born a lovely pink From a pink nipple it did drink Just before the journey home It was dressed in pink It’s tiny socks were a wooley pink It’s bassinette was also pink It was placed in a black convertable The upholstery was a lovely pink Then they arrived home at last To be greeted by a hot pink house Where it had a lovely bath A pink bubble bath In a plastic pink tub Then mother put it to bed In it’s little pink cot With it’s lovely pink Quilt And it’s pink teddy bear No wonder my adultbaby brother Thought he was a abiegirly When they put a pink ribbon In his curls by allan james saywell Mommy Sara 1 888 430 2010
September 12, 2010

Good Morning Sunshine

Good morning one and all!  What a glorious day this is going to be!  At least I hope so.  So much can be said for having a positive attitude, it makes your world a much better place.  Actually it makes everyone’s world a much better place.  I wish that people would take it upon themselves to step back and take a moment and reflect on their actions and how what they do effect others.  There are those whose think they are owed something just for the simple fact that they are alive.  To them I say, GROW UP! Nobody owes you anything, you have to earn it, just like the rest of us.  Stop trying to make it all about yourself, it’s not about you, it’s about everyone.  So smile, have a kind word for someone today, and take that first step in making this world a little bit better. Hugs and Kisses, Jenna 1-888-430-2010
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