May 22, 2011

Little Sissy

Ah such a sweet little sissy you are huh,you love being dressed up and diapered and prancing around the house and also up and down the neighborhood showing off those cute little dresses and rumbas you wear.But not always because you want to hehe Its because at times you are a bad sissy and have to be punished and put into your place.That’s because you seem to like explore and go out all on your own which is not a good thing at times now it is.You know Lily knows what is best for you.And that is for you to stay in her nursery as the sissy baby you are and always will be its either that or get punished and you my dear little sweet sissy does not like that type of punishment hmm. Lily As you know Lily is your sensual  Mommy and your loving granny she is here for all your needs no matter what they are.
December 27, 2010

New Year’s Reflections

Looking back on the months gone by, As a new year starts and an old one ends, We contemplate what brought us joy, And we think of our loved ones and our friends. Recalling all the happy times, Remembering how they enriched our lives, We reflect upon who really counts, As the fresh and bright new year arrives. And when I/we ponder those who do, I/we immediately think of you. Thanks for being one of the reasons I’ll/We’ll have a Happy New Year! By Joanna Fuchs Silvie
October 11, 2010

Cloony The Clown

I’ll tell you the story of Cloony the Clown Who worked in a circus that came through town. His shoes were too big and his hat was too small, But he just wasn’t, just wasn’t funny at all. He had a trombone to play loud silly tunes, He had a green dog and a thousand balloons. He was floppy and sloppy and skinny and tall, But he just wasn’t, just wasn’t funny at all. And every time he did a trick, Everyone felt a little sick. And every time he told a joke, Folks sighed as if their hearts were broke. And every time he lost a shoe, Everyone looked awfully blue. And every time he stood on his head, Everyone screamed, “Go back to bed!” And every time he made a leap, Everybody fell asleep. And every time he ate his tie, Everyone began to cry. And Cloony could not make any money Simply because he was not funny. One day he said, “I’ll tell this town How it feels to be an unfunny clown.” And he told them all why he looked so sad, And he told them all why he felt so bad. He told of Pain and Rain and Cold, He told of Darkness in his soul, And after he finished his tale of woe, Did everyone cry? Oh no, no, no, They laughed until they shook the trees With “Hah-Hah-Hahs” and “Hee-Hee-Hees.” They laughed with howls and yowls and shrieks, They laughed all day, they laughed all week, They laughed until they had a fit, They laughed until their jackets split. The laughter spread for miles around To every city, every town, Over mountains, ‘cross the sea, From Saint Tropez to Mun San Nee. And soon the whole world rang with laughter, Lasting till forever after, While Cloony stood in the circus tent, With his head drooped low and his shoulders bent. And he said,”THAT IS NOT WHAT I MEANT – I’M FUNNY JUST BY ACCIDENT.” And while the world laughed outside. Cloony the Clown sat down and cried. by Shel Silverstein Lorraine