October 9, 2011

THE HELL BOUND TRAIN

A Texas cowboy lay down on a barroom floor, Having drunk so much he could drink no more; So he fell asleep with a troubled brain To dream that he rode on a hell-bound train. The engine with murderous blood was damp And was brilliantly lit with a brimstone lamp; An imp, for fuel, was shoveling bones, While the furnace rang with a thousand groans. The boiler was filled with lager beer And the devil himself was the engineer; The passengers were a most motley crew- Church member, atheist, Gentile, and Jew, Rich men in broad cloth, beggars in rags, Handsome young ladies, and withered old hags, Yellow and black men, red, brown, and white, All chained together-O God, what a sight! While the train rushed on at an awful pace- The sulphurous fumes scorched their hands and face; Wider and wider the country grew, As faster and faster the engine flew. Louder and louder the thunder crashed And brighter and brighter the lightning flashed; Hotter and hotter the air became Till the clothes were burned from each quivering frame. And out of the distance there arose a yell, “Ha, ha,” said the devil, “we’re nearing hell” Then oh, how the passengers all shrieked with pain And begged the devil to stop the train. But he capered about and danced for glee, And laughed and joked at their misery. “My faithful friends, you have done the work And the devil never can a payday shirk. “You’ve bullied the weak, you’ve robbed the poor, The starving brother you’ve turned from the door; You’ve laid up gold where the canker rust, And have given free vent to your beastly lust. “You’ve justice scorned, and corruption sown, And trampled the laws of nature down. You have drunk, rioted, cheated, plundered, and lied, And mocked at God in your hell-born pride. “You have paid full fare, so I’ll carry you through, For it’s only right you should have your due. Why, the laborer always expects his hire, So I’ll land you safe in the lake of fire, “Where your flesh will waste in the flames that roar, And my imps torment you forevermore.” Then the cowboy awoke with an anguished cry, His clothes wet with sweat and his hair standing high. Then he prayed as he never had prayed till that hour To be saved from his sin and the demon’s power; And his prayers and his vows were not in vain, For he never rode the hell-bound train. Lily
August 15, 2010

So Sore

I used to work out all the time, and then I laxed off.  I did yoga and played soccer.  Yesterday I worked out for the first time in a very long time and OMGOSH I AM SOOOOOOOOOOO SORE today.  My fingers even hurt, I am in pain even typing this. *giggles*  I am laughing at myself for allowing my body to get to the point where I am sore again like I used to be when I first started to exercise every day.  It’s going to be hard getting back into the swing of things again, especially with yoga.  If you have never tried yoga it’s much harder then it looks.  You stretch and tone every muscle in your body all at the same time.  I would have to say for me the Warrior Pose is the hardest, my legs were shaking after holding it for a few minutes.  Wish me luck and that I am not so sore tomorrow when I work out again.  If anyone has any pointers on how to not be sore, please call me and let me know what they are. Luv ya all, Jenna 1-888-430-2010
December 2, 2009

Satin

I know these aren’t frilly, or pink, but when I saw these I couldn’t help but notice just how pretty they are.  Pink is beautiful, but sometimes other colors are just as beautiful.  The blue on the Knickers reminds me of the sky in Montana on a beautiful summer day, where you can just see nothing but that, not a cloud in sight.  Plus I think a lot of people look really nice in blue.  And I know these would just look so wonderful over your little diaper covered hiney. Mommy Lizabeth 1-888-430-2010
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