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Happy Insta Friday

2012-05-25T06:00:00.005-05:00

So a show of hands that we are so glad its a long weekend? Much needed right? And if you raised your hand, I can't see it, but thanks for playing my version of Simon Says. I thought I would share a few pictures I am loving this week.

I got a new hat. I am a hat girl and would wear one every day of my life if I could. Although I have heard in men if you wear a hat all the time that you hair will fall out. So I elect to not do this every single day. Also, my hair is a little darker. I have been rocking this blond thing since I was in my early 20's which was along time ago, so I have to put some low lights into it. It will fade in a few washes, thank goodness, but this was fresh out of the salon. Well, the color is I came home and curled the mess. I also realize this isn't the best angle. I seriously need a nose slimming process.

I don't know what I do to deserve such great friends, but a wonderful friend of mine send me this shirt she made. I won't lie, I kind sorta cried. I love my little blog. And so proud and grateful others do too.

Do my dogs look high in this picture? Duh sent me this picture this week and I swear I was thinking they were having a Bob Marley party while I was at work. I need to check and see what's in the dog food.

And finally, my kid made me this for mother's day at school. Adorable right? I also love that his thumb is so long. I must check this out in real life and see if he needs doctor assistance. This could put a damper on his pro sports career later on and momma really wants a Range Rover. It's probably one of my most treasured things he ever gave me besides hugs and kisses. It's setting on my desk in my home office so I can see it every single day.

So there's my dump for this week. I hope everyone has a great long weekend and salute the one's who service our country every day.

Happy Day,

Dusty

Hot Tamale ..The Dirt Life

2012-05-24T06:00:00.005-05:00

Welcome to this Memorial week of Hot Tamale. How fitting to have this sweet inspiration over here today. Sometimes you meet or read people I should say that make you see things in a different way. Their photographs inspire you and make you see the soul of other parts of life. I will fully admit, I am not one with dirt but Twiggy over at The Dirt Life does that for me. I kindly refer to her as Sticks. And I refer to her blog on most days as "Sticks n Stuff." We are kind of alike really. She's sarcastic but in a fun way. She's hella beautiful and I think I just might go camping in her honor. So without further adieu, say a southern howdy to my friend Twiggy.

A warm “Hello!” to all of Dusty’s readers. I’m excited to be here today, for sure, and find it an honor to plop out 3 things that define who I am in this sacred little space of fried pickles. If you want to hear what I think about this here girl Dusty, whom I like to call Locks, then pop on over to my blog today. You will probably agree with me when I say that Dusty must have an arsenal of photographs just waiting to be discovered, because the ones she sent me….woa.

Here we go, the top 3:

1. I love dirt.

Honestly, I just love the outdoors period. Sure, there are parts that are less than ideal, like wasps and poison ivy, but overall I could live in the woods. In fact, I have. My husband and I are long-distances hikers and we have spent nearly an entire year of our lives hiking two trails that have added up to nearly 5,000 miles. To get a perspective, the miles between the state of Maine and the state of Hawaii is 5,280. This makes me want to puke a little bit.

2. I almost didn’t marry my husband.

Don’t freak out. It’s not that he proposed and then I got skiddish and hopped a train to Turkey or something. What I mean is, that when I met him, I was 16 and was in the process of moving to Ukraine--to live there--forever. All I needed to do was graduate high school and finish the paper work. By the time I was set to leave, I had fallen for him. But we were merely friends. It was a big call, but I decided to stay, feeling that if I missed the opportunity to (I was desperately hoping) date him, that I would regret it for the rest of my life. Just guess how long it took him to ask me out. Just guess…it would make you so mad. TWO YEARS!

We did everything together and spent nearly every day together. I don't know what took him so long.

3. I met my best friend in blogland.

Yep, 4 months ago to be exact. She’s been featured as a Hot Tamale on this here blog before, so most of you probably all ready know her. Guys, that is one of the craziest things I’ve ever heard of and it’s happened to me. You should hear how silly I sound when I try to explain this to family. They’re like, “blogland? Huh?” I haven’t even met her yet, as in, in-the-flesh-met-her. And I’m not just saying, “Oh yea, she’s my best friend”, I’m saying, “Legit. Best friend I have EVER, EVER HAD.” And she lives in flipping Utah. And every day I get so sad that Utah doesn’t border South Carolina. Like, it’s not even close. Skype just has to do for now.

Ya’ll remember this face, right?

Thanks, again, Dusty for inviting me on this adventure called guest-posting!

So this makes you want to go do a cannonball in a mud puddle doesn't it? It also proves you can meet some amazing friends in this blog world. I strongly insist you go over to Sticks blog and just look at her pictures. Amazing. You will get sucked in. Show her some kind love and beware of the girl above. If you remotely mess with Sticks, she will turn into a ninja and kick ass. I on the other hand am pretty brave.

Have a great Thursday friends. And remember I would love to have you as a Hot Tamale. Just shoot me an email or I may ask you anyway.

Smiles,

Dusty

Summer Essentials for a Frump Girl

2012-05-23T06:00:00.005-05:00

I haven't felt real fashion forward lately. This Tater Queen entered the biggest loser contest at work. Not to really lose alot of weight but to be motivated to exercise. I have lost 1 pound and ate enough fudge bars to keep Willie Wonka in business. But I do think a girl needs summer essentials in her wardrobe. Bikini season is upon us. Don't even get me started on that because I might cry like a girl. But my wish list contains a few things that if given the opportunity and the right time. Which means I get off my butt and go somewhere nice, these are a few things I would put on or put in my suitcase on a vacay.

these wedges most defintaly

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I am a hat girl. I probably have 30 so this is a must

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a fun bag, i am a hippie at heart

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honestly this whole outfit would suit me just fine

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So simple is the key. Doesn't take much to make me happy. Although those shorts are kinda shorty short. But every girl has a staple and few essentials that she loves. What's yours?

It's hump day!

Dusty

And I Ponder

2012-05-22T06:00:00.000-05:00

Well, its just Tuesday. Plain ole Tuesday. The great thing about this week. Long weekend. yeah baby! Until then I am up to my old tricks of pondering. Here's what's grabbing my goat these last few weeks.

First, there is a what I guess, is a homeless chick that stands at the intersection down from the office. She's been there for more than a year. Sometimes her boyfriend has his guitar and they have a sign that says "Hard Times, Anything Much Appreciated". I am trying to figure out why in the world the police or someone hasn't stopped to help her. I also wonder stupid crap like, where did she get the piece of cardboard to write on. And the marker? I know. The girl is roasting like a marshmallow at a Boy Scout campfire and I wonder where she got the marker and cardboard to write on. But my point is, if she's homeless, shouldn't she like print it on a dirty shirt or something, like a cheap concert T. A woman gave her $10 smacks the other day, but good wife beater and no bra and she might be trading in that street corner for something better.

Next, there is a popular fashion blogger with like 10,000 plus followers out there. I won't say the name but I am sure you can guess. I love her blog too. I visit it every day. I actually like most of what she puts on, and really like her earlier creations, but I love reading the comments. I have left one comment the whole time I have followed her. Never a response. But I see the same suck ups comment every day. And some days the outfits look like crap and I seriously wanted to do her roots for the longest time. It drove me nuts, but I swear these people could say, "oh, (blank), you have the most beautiful asshole. Where did you get that ass hole, I must have it, I bet it would look great with a pink cardi". I love bloggers because I am one. But really?

Why doesn't anyone ever walk up to you and say. "Oh, I love your blush where did you get it?" It's always your lip gloss or the eye shadow, but never the blush. Hmmm, pondering.

Finally, there is a house that has been basically turned into a funeral home on the main drag where we live. On the way back we got caught in traffic and Ian looks at me and says, "Moma, that is a great house, I bet its a happy place." Uhhhh, long pause and silence. The first time I had no clue what to say to my kid. He apparently thinks people live there and there is a water slide and pool in the back. I love that he is so oblivious to the world. Turns out there is a boy that played on his baseball team and his family owns the funeral home. I tell this story to the Owner and he busts a gut laughing. After thinking about it. I now see the humor in it.

What are you pondering today? Come on leave me a few goodies.

Tuesday love,

Dusty

The Mushy Pecker

2012-05-21T06:00:00.008-05:00

You know when two minds get together, it's amazing what you can come up with. I imagine this is what some of the great inventors of the world came to the conclusion of although not via email. Last week, Jes wrote a post about men and women and the historic ways of communication between the two. I made a comment on that post that men in general after fighting with a woman basically think that make up s.e.x makes things all better. It got me to thinking. Thus began a new venture. I am the brains and she will handle the money. Oh, and all customer service calls.

Now ladies we all know that this is true. You get in a fight. You're still steaming. The man for some reason is turned on by this, yet thinks that becoming the minute man at the gas station of love will make you in a good mood. Thus this new product will help settle the score.

It's called the Fake a Period Kit. For a mere $5.99 you can buy a kit that comes with three fake tampon strings and adhesive. All you have to do is say, "honey with your teeth gritted, I am so sorry but I am on my period or I just started my period." Here's how it works. You slip into the bathroom, pull out the fake string, place the tape on the tip of the string and stick to the vajajay or somewhere in the vicinity. When he doesn't believe you, hike that leg just enough to see the string. I mean all it will take is to see 1/2 inch of the damn thing and they will roll over and start snoring.

If they keep on harassing you, for an extra $2.99, we will include our special potion called Stinker Juice. A small bottle of that not so fresh feeling. Dip the fake string in, stick and fo sho with one wiff this will induce the Mushy Pecker syndrome. What goes up must come down. It's our own special recipe and we cannot divulge the ingredients.

Don't worry the adhesive will come right off after three episodes of Swamp People and they are sound asleep. You can then high five yourself for the win. I mean is this not the best invention ever? No more excuses. No more fake headaches. No more I am just too tired. The fight ends there. Pure defeat and you can stay pissed for as long as you want. Just remember the products are non-returnable or refundable and if this doesn't work for you, I recommend fighting like in the Roman days.

Free trials are available for the Fake A Period kit. Get them while they are hot. These could sell out in minutes. Just send your money to 12345 I Fooled You Bastard Dr, Womanland, USA 00000 or to order call 1-000-IGOTYOU.

Warning! Do not try to apply while intoxicated. It may not be believable if you are chocolate wasted with sprinkles and its stuck to your anal area.

For all the women in the world this is invention is for you! Other products such as removable hemmoroids coming soon.

Happy Monday,

Dusty

I took a dump

2012-05-18T06:00:00.002-05:00

A photo dump that is..I figured on this Friday I would give you a few pics of whatz been happenin' in my world besides all the other ridiculous crap. So here goes nothing.

we went to the lake

and

took Libby Lou Lou swimming

she thinks she's badass

the beast Mille came too

probably this old girls last swim

went to a Nashville Sounds game

and if we aren't redneck enough

to have the scoreboard as a big guitar

here are my boys

Duh, the walking coloring book

and toothless Ian

cotton candy is a must

and good for his remaining teeth

I had this for breakfast

Mt. Dew low in calories right?

Hunter Boots on Pinterest pinned one of my pics

I died twice

after resuscitation I ate this bad boy

and even licked my fingers

I feel so much lighter. Cleansed from the delete button down. I hope you have a great weekend.

Gooshy love,

Dusty

Hot Tamale ..Becoming What I Always Was

2012-05-17T06:00:00.022-05:00

Hot Tamale Thursday. It's gettin' hot in here so take off all your clothes. Just kidding, keep your clothes on but this girl featured today is Hot Snot! You remember in school when there was a cool girl and you just knew you wanted to be friends with her but you knew you probably weren't cool enough to do so? This is how I was when I first started virtually hanging out over at miki's blog. I love her! She's so real. You can relate to her and connect with her because she so down to earth, funny and genuinely nice. I am so glad I am cool enough to be her bloggy friend. So now I can zip it and you can read it.

How goes it? My name is miki, I prefer a lowercase “m”, because I am just not really into capitol letters. I blog over at Becoming What I Always Was, and I feel really honored to be here guest posting on Dusty’s blog, mostly because she’s the funniest girl I’ve ever virtually befriended. I told her yesterday that her blog is my favorite, because it yanks my emotion strings all over the place. I read a post and I am either on the floor laughing, buried in my hands crying, or shouting at my computer screen as I imagine Dusty doing when she writes about things like Bristol Palin. This is all aside from the fact that anything will make me cry. I cry at commercial, at TV series, at emails, blogs, you name it - I can muster up some tears.

I know that you’re dying to hear who I am and what makes my blog and I unique, so let’s get on with it! Like I said I am miki, and I’m married to a handsome bloke named Jared. He is 7 years older than my young self. We’ve lived together for a bit over 2 years, and have been married for 9ish months. People like to call us newlywed, but that just isn’t true. We’ve been practically married since a year after we met. So we’re kinda like the old couple in our gang already. Jared and I have one child. Our child is actually of the canine species. Her name is Shia L. Spinelly. She was name after Shia Labeouf, because my husband wanted her to be named after a movie star. His choices were Tom Hanks or Joe Pesci. Since Joe and Tom are not girl names, we went with Labeouf. Shia (the dog) is adorable, she is a big mess, can be extremely gassy, always stubborn, she trips over her own feet, loves taking baths, and is the biggest cuddle monster you have ever met. She just turned 1 1/2 on April 6th. You’r all invited to her 2nd birthday party on October 6th.

Most of the things that I post on twitter have to do with my fur baby or my candy addiction. I could eat Candy all day and all night. The worst feeling is when I brush my teeth, crawl into bed and then start eating candy out of habit. I mean It’s right next to my bed in the “candy drawer”. It’s the worst to have to get out of bed just to brush your teeth. I would let my teeth fall out to avoid this problem, but my parents paid some good money to have those teeth put in the correct place when I was younger.

I live in the glorious state of Utah. Which means that I am beating the statistic, because at the age of almost 22, you’re suppose to be married with 3 kids, and by the time you’re 25 have between 4-6 kids. That statistic comes from me.. but it’s probably dead on. I have noticed a lot of baby fever hitting pretty hard in blog land lately. I wrote an entire post on how to cure baby fever. Not that I don’t like babies, I just don’t think I am ready to give up sleeping in till 2pm on the weekends. Is that so hard to believe?

My celebrity doppelgänger is Zooey Deschanel. I get lots of compliments, saying we look similar. Whatcha think?

If you choose to visit my righteous blog, then you may hear some foul language, hear me lust over my husband and praise the cuteness of my dog! Won’t you come on over and be my neighbor?

Blog/Facebook/Twitter

So click away. Go be her neighbor and her friend. She's beautiful and pretty amazing. Lucky duck I am!

Happy Hot Thursday Tamales,

Dusty

PS.. you wanna be a Hot Tamale give me a shout, or I may just ask you anyway.

A Skirt Tale

2012-05-16T06:00:00.007-05:00

Oh, what a beautiful day. Of course I have no idea what kind of day Wednesday will be. Let's get real I wrote this the night before. But hopefully, its all sun shiny. So Saturday we went to the evil place called Target. I went in to get one thing and $100 some odd dollars later. I was wondering what I really went in for in the first place. Oh, yeah, a picture frame and candle. So I must have been ate up with the dumb ass because I bought this outfit.

Did you notice anything? It doesn't have legs. It's free flowing. It must have been the rain because I obviously was delirious. I like things that cover my legs because well they are the equivalent of a well basted turkey. And all I can think about is my butt is going to jiggle too much in this thin piece of bed sheet. Damn these fashion bloggers. They make me think like the Little Engine That Could. So I thought well, this outfit would be cute in the dark with these shoes.

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And then you know how I become obsessed with things. Well, I have been obsessing over all the Real Housewives of New Jersey have these clover earrings. One google search and wa-la, I found them. And I totally bought them too. What the hell is wrong with me? Thank you New Jersey.

So I must seek professional help. In a matter of days, I have managed to buy a skirt that quite possibly might hang in my closet until someone gets married and earrings I thought may make me hot snot. Oh, well, we all have our weakest moments. Thank you Miki for making me feel better on Sunday about it. She said I was worth it cause it was Moma's Day.

Have you bought something out of your element lately?

Have a great Wednesday!

Dusty

Pumpkin Head

2012-05-15T06:00:00.011-05:00

Since last Friday I have been a blubbering mess. I am not usually one to be a mess. But I guess I am allowed one of these once a year. Warning there may be more. First, I want to say thank you to EVERYONE who sent me the sweetest messages via email, twitter and Facebook about Walter. To say I was devastated was an understatement. But my fight will continue for his honor and other abused animals everywhere. You will see something up on my blog soon about Walter’s Law in which his champions including his medical team and Team Walter supporters everywhere will get a chance to fight for a law with stiffer penalties in animal cruelty. I promise that if I have to stand on legislatures steps with a sign and lobby for this law I will do so with my whole heart.

One of the things that last Friday showed me was how much a blog can make a difference and how many friends that I have without even meeting one soul. I was overwhelmed that you all took the time to be a virtual friend. And I can say that this blogging thing really is worth every post, my time, my useless knowledge but most of all its worth the friendships. From the bottom of my heart, I love you! Now lets get down to business cause I am tired of being a hot mess.

Before I became a hot mess, I was reading an article on US Magazine where Bristol Palin put in her two cents on Obama’s stance on gay marriage in which was influenced after speaking with his children. So before I start let me enter a few words. This is my opinion only. I don’t usually speak politics. All I do know is one is represented with an elephant and one is a donkey. I am neither but a damn liberal. However, I am speaking as a mother raising a child and wanted to say what I had to say. If you want to burn me at the stake, let me know I will send you a bogus address. Here we go.

"People automatically assume that a Christian female President isn't capable of making decisions without her spouse's stamp of approval. (I should add female Republican candidates –liberal women don't get the same kind of questions.)" "So let me get this straight – it's a problem if my mom listened too much to my dad, but it's a heroic act if the President made a massive change in a policy position that could affect the entire nation after consulting with his teenage daughters?" "While it's great to listen to your kids' ideas, there's also a time when dads simply need to be dads. In this case, it would've been helpful for him to explain to Malia and Sasha that while her friends parents are no doubt lovely people, that's not a reason to change thousands of years of thinking about marriage "Or that – as great as her friends may be – we know that in general kids do better growing up in a mother/father home. Bristol Palin

First, I am assuming to US Magazine you’re allowing her the rest of her 15 minutes of fame. She just used the last second of 14 minutes and 59 seconds worth of stupid. Her time is up. Although entitled to her opinion, how do you respond to a hypocrite? How do you find the words to balk the President, when you drank wine coolers, had sex with a twerp who obviously had his 15 minutes, got pregnant and then preached abstinence. I thought the horse came before the cart? But whatever, back in the 90’s wine coolers to tend to make teenagers horny. But most aren’t a presidential candidates daughter, who decided to have a child and then get engaged, then turn around and write a book about your experience trashing the father of a child in which one day he will read. I am not judging you for justifying getting your drunk on. I see you justifying getting busted. Tomato/Tamato. I had pre-marital sex. And truthfully, I wouldn’t change a thing. I consented, spread it open like Sunday dinner, but I didn’t have to make excuses for it just because my mom was famous or needed a platform to continue to be famous. My problem with you Ms. Pay Pal is this..

You have a son. A beautiful son I am sure. As a mother myself, I cannot set and keep a closed mind just because the Republican or Democratic party has a view on gay marriage or any issue for that matter. If you close your eyes to all that is around you then you become ignorant to the world. I raise my child to be open to all things around him. To the possibilities in his heart. To not treat people any differently than you want to be treated. That sometimes there are different circumstances but love is love. If I am the ignorant one, then it will reflect on keeping my child at a disadvantage to a world that the reality is, there is homosexuality, bi-racial relationships, unwed mothers and fathers. So what your telling me is that if your son came to you and said, I have met a wonderful woman who's not a cracker and we are getting married, you would disapprove because of your good Christian mother’s values? What if he said, I am in love with another man and we are going to live together and one day get married and adopt a child? Are you going to disown him never speak to him again because of your Christian mother’s values?

Here’s the big finale. You are an idiot, hypocrite and a pumpkin head with no merit. I love my son more than anything in this world. If he came to me with any of the scenarios above although I would have reservations, I would support him. Why, because its love. I carried this child in my body for 8 months (he was an early boy). I raised him, I want to be in his life. So if I don’t like a decision he has made, I can explain my reservations, but I would rather have him in my life period whether it be gay, in an bi-racial relationship, divorced with a child, whatever his life journey is. Your son doesn’t have a mother/father home (or should we define it as your own mother and fathers home). So how can you say that? I believe that God loves period. We are put on this earth to not always see the same view about religion or politics, but I can’t believe in my heart that a child, a gift from God, will be punished because of lifestyle decisions. You need to jump back and eat a hot dog before you give any kind of family or Christian advice.

There I said it,

Dusty

Yo Moma

2012-05-11T06:00:00.003-05:00

What a week! Ian has had baseball which is coming to end soon. So its back and forth to games and practice. I have missed reading and catching up on blogs this week. I apologize but I promise I will get to you. Which brings me to wishing all the mother's out there a wonderful mother's day on Sunday. Whether its a mom to a child, a wonderful aunt, great cousin, beautiful sister or mommy to even fur babies. I hope you have a day filled with love and hugs.

I love my mom. She and I fight like Italians then we kiss and make up. Well, we make up. In our family, we get all puffed up like blow fish, give each other the finger, say a few eff words, tell you to go the hockey sticks called hell and then have a cookout the following weekend. Once we got into a fight and about three days later here comes my step dad with dryer sheets as a peace offering. True Story. Pinky Swear. We drive each other crazy to the point of I want to take heavy medication such as Advil, but I love her. She would give you the shirt off her back and she loves all of her grand babies. She has helped me in many ways especially when I needed food on my table or clothes for my child.

She had three children. How she did it I have no idea because I would already be in the crazy place. She did her best with what she was given and although we fight and I want to hit her upside the head with a wet squirrel, I love her and couldn't imagine my mom being anyone else. She lost her husband and my step dad and Pa Pa, Tom in January and the strength that she has is amazing. I know there are times when she cries alone. I know there are times of loneliness and I know that somewhere she finds comfort that his battle with the disgusting cancer was fought hard and ended with peace. I think about her often and wonder if she's ok at night but now its her time to see what it is like to be her own self. But I have also reminded her that although I love her super bunches, I will put her in a home called Shady Pines if she turns into an old crotchety woman. I mean who wants to go to the Palace? But we got a long time to argue about that stuff.

She's a beautiful woman. So talented and has so many gifts that I want to learn from her. I love her so much and Mom, have a Happy Mother's Day. For without you I wouldn't have a Mother's Day.

Have a great weekend,

Dusty

Hot Tamale ..Bungalow 960

2012-05-10T06:00:00.005-05:00

Whoot! It's Hot Tamale day! Let's get this party started. Today is a treat. Why? Because you get to meet the awesome Shannon from Bungalow 960. She is the Irish in the Asian Irish Redneck trio and she is fabulous. I met her blog stalking I mean hopping and we became fast friends. She and I are usually tweeting before our buddies even get up. Matter of fact, we usually include all of them in the conversation just to wake them up by the sound of their phones going off. I love this girl. She's funny and beautiful and I would probably be lost a day if I didn't hear from her. And I am so envious of her because she lives in a fabulous house. You know the kind you see in those fab magazines. I admire her alot but let that be our secret. So without further adieu..

Hidey ho neighbor! I’m Shannon. I blog over at Bungalow960.

I met Dusty through Jes at Two Smuppies. We share a love of Hunter Boots, animals, and food that makes our fluffies fat. Can’t be helped. I love her. Just a little bit. Okay, you caught me, I love her a lot. So you want to know a bit about lil old me? Here goes.

- I’m 23, almost 24 (June 14^th, don’t forget).

- I live in Omaha, NE. No I don’t live on a farm. No I don’t own a tractor. No I don’t own any livestock (although I kinda wish I did).

Not a farm, see?

- My boyfriend Andy and I live in a 1924 American Bungalow.

The Bungalow.

- I have two cats. Bella and Abby. Abby is a really big B word and Bella is fat. That’s really all you need to know.


Abby	Bella

- Andy had a pug named “The Dude” before we moved in together. He only had three working legs. I am horribly allergic to him, so he lives with his brother now. I miss him.

Le Dude.

- I work full time and go to school part time. Someday I’ll work in advertising.

- Andy is a fancy pants electrical engineer. I’m not allowed to call the things where you plug stuff in “outlets” because the technical term is “receptacle”. Whatever.

Andy and I.

- I'm going to let you in on a little secret. I like my blog friends better than my real friends. Oops.

Doing the "Farrah" for our beloved Dusty.

- I currently have an unnatural obsession with the Justin Bieber song “Boyfriend”. It drives Andy crazy.

If you want to follow my daily shenanigans, I'm on Twitter here.

I know, isn't she faboolicious? She's my friend. Go over and show her some love, say hello, read her blog and love her as much as I do. And follow her on Twitter. You won't be disappointed.

Happy Thursday,

Dusty

Must Have

2012-05-09T06:00:00.010-05:00

Wednesday are fun. They are my days to fictitiously dream about what I would look like in a super cool outfit or be made up like a drag queen. I know I would be tall with boobage. Perfect beachy waved hair with super white teeth. But who are we kidding. That's why I said fictitiously dream. All I know is I could go in a Sephora or an Ulta store, stay all day and come out looking and smelling like a french whore.

I love it when a magazine says that these are the "MUST HAVES" of the season. Well, if I must have them, why are you not giving them to me for free? Duh! Agree?

So here are my "must haves" but really are just things I must lust after.

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I have been lusting after this must have for a long while but at $50 smacks my eyes will just have to have a twinkle in them because unless this goes on sale..this is a big fat shimmering I don't think so.

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We all have read about Nars Orgasm blush, right? I actually had it at one time but I ordered it off Ebay and I don't think it was the actual color or it was old as dirt because it looked like crap on me. But I still would like to give it another whack (get it Orgasm/whack). I use a $5 dollar blush that is a knock off of this color and at $30 smacks, I am knocking it out of the park.

Source: cargocosmetics.com via Girls Love on Pinterest

I know what your thinking, Dusty and another lip gloss. Well, people closest to me that's what they are thinking. I have an obsession with it. I found this peachy pink in Juno. I also like the color Fresno too. Do you think if I had it, it would take me to those places? Probably not, but its affordable as my lip gloss standards go. I paid $40 for Chanel lip gloss once. I still have it too in a gold plated box.

Source: sephora.com via Girls Love on Pinterest

If you fake bake it like I do or at least try to, this stuff is the bomb dot com. I seriously have been waiting to use that phrase since I started blogging and wa-la! I use the lotion form of this as well and it is amazing. No orange color at all and it gives you a very pretty cocoa brown color. It also lasts for more than 3 days. The best thing about St. Tropez is they have this lotion that you can rub on your hands and it will remove all the dark palms and if you mess up a spot will take it right off. I keep the packets of it in stock. I highly recommend this product. It's a little prices at $30 smacks, but well worth it.

So if I had all of these products I would be rocking the casaba. And I am sure these "must haves" will be in my pile of things eventually. But I say to all these product makers, send them to me will ya? Sure would be nice and I promise to love you forever.

What are your "MUST HAVES" for summer. Fill me in. I am sucker for lotions, potions and everything in between. Tell me your lip gloss go too!

Happy Wednesday Beauties,

Dusty

For Walter

2012-05-08T06:00:00.003-05:00

This blog is going to be serious today. Yes, normally I am full of useless knowledge but today I want to tell you a story. If you have been following my Twitter feed you will see tweets and retweets about Walter. If you haven't heard or read already that Walter is a five year old Cockapoo dog that was severally neglected, starved and tossed out a car window here in Nashville, Tennessee. I, like thousands, have basically been affected by such a horrible sick story so much so I cry or my eyes well up with tears every time I read an update.

Walter sleeping you see he has a feeding tube

He was rescued and taken to Snooty Giggles Dog Rescue and a team of vets have been called in to try and save this sweet creature they named after the councilman that discovered him on the side of the road. He was so severally neglected that they couldn't not even tell the sex of Walter until he was shaved from his fur being so matted and filthy. And I won't even post the pictures of what he looked like when they brought him in.

I am a huge animal lover. At one time we had 5 labs, a cat and 2 fish. We love our animals like they are our children. Some of the labs we have rescued which is why this touches my heart. You see our sweet Libby Lou, worthless guard dog #2 was rescued. A couple had bought her for their young daughter and where then told they couldn't have her at the place they were to reside. They were going to have her euthanized when my uncle heard the story and took her, brought her back to Tennessee and my cousin Rachel called me and said, uh, Daddy has something you might want. One look and she reminded me of our beloved Amber who had passed away 7 years ago. I was in love. I picked her up at my cousin's daughters birthday party and she is now 2 years old. Turns out she is the smartest yellow Labrador and the baby of our family, although sometimes a pain in our ass. We gave her a life that she would have never had even though she pretty much runs the house, I don't know what we would do without her.

Libby Lou the day I brought her home

the beast Mille isn't thrilled

I am so angry and ashamed that any human being would do this to an animal. I would rather set a human on fire than to hurt an animal period the end. I often yearn for a farm to have many more animals and even to help rescue them, but I know that my heart would be so attached and wouldn't be able to let them go which is why I am probably not in some type of field that deals with these wonderful beings. They are loyal and love their owners even when we don't want play or pay attention, but to hurt or neglect an animal in my book isn't acceptable.

I am obsessed with daily updates of Walter. I stalk Snooty Giggles facebook page if for only a glimpse of his little face. To know that he's still alive yet not out of the woods for he is half his body weight at five years old. I leave messages knowing that they probably don't get read but I don't care. My heart is attached not only to the story but a living soul. So many people have sent him love and messages and the actress, Ashley Judd has donated her money and time to pay for all of his medical expenses. I personally wish I could do something, so by getting the word out to stop animal abuse is my option.

This blog post isn't to be recognized. It's for Walter and Libby and all of the other animals that are being hurt by some fucker (so sorry I couldn't help it) who do not ever deserve the love and loyalty of an animal. If you see this or are in a position you can't care or love that animal the way it should be loved then, please find someone who will love it, or a no kill shelter that will find a good home for him or her.

Walter and his stuff bear to help cushion his fragile body

that is in pain from starvation and injuries

You can read the story of Walter and find out up dates by clicking the links below. For me, please leave him some well wishes. Love your babies every day, they are just like us. They deserve time, attention and respect for they are loyal to you.

Snooty Giggles Facebook page

Story of Walter

Show the love today,

Dusty

Name for goodness Sakes

2012-05-07T06:00:00.003-05:00

You have heard me several times talk about that I am sure my mom was on a high juice cocktail when I was born and gave me a boys name. ..unless you've been living under a rock. I didn't really have an issue with it until the 5th grade and they put me on the boys list at school for teacher assignment of students the first day of the year. From then on, my complex began. I remember many times when someone would ask my name even as an adult I would take about three seconds to answer and I always get..oh, I love it, sounds famous.Well, I am not famous just yet. I am still working on that. But I thought I would give my thoughts on all the hype on celebrity baby names.

We know that Jessica Simpson gave birth to a beast. I mean a baby last week and named her Maxwell. And it's already started with the Maxi pad jokes. I personally kind of like it although I am team Vanessa and Nick and its a boys name. How can you not cheer for it and then think poor kid.

I chose Ian's name because I knew no Ian's. Now they are everywhere. But I am always so curious as to where or how they chose to name their own child that. I named Ian after an Olympic Gold medal swimmer, Ian Thorpe. I thought that hopefully one day when he looked for inspiration he would know his name sake accomplished something big. I also when I think of names always revert to the 3rd grade Banana Fanana Fo Fanana song. Why, because its still stupid cool. Read more about stupid cool here.

So here are my picks for stupid celebrity baby names that will cause each of these kids to hate their parents when they get older..and rightly so.

Alicia Silverstone - Bear. Not only does she feed him her own chewed up food but she gave him an animal name. The result. Pooh bear, polar bear, and teddy bear. Hate factor a 9. And that's only because one day he will read the article of her chewing up her food and feeding it to him. I see Cub Scout leader as his calling.

Kate Hudson - Bing. A search engine on the internet. A sound. The result. Bing Bong, Bing dong and Bing ding. Hate factor a 6. I would be pretty pissed if my big brother was name Ryder and all I got was plain ole Bing.

Rachel Griffiths - Banjo. Musical instrument and dog name. The result. Banho and Bunghole. The kids are all going to ask him if he knows how to pick-n-grin like the country folk. I will wonder when he's 25 if he still has all is teeth and making an appearance on Swamp People. Hate factor 8. Of course it could have been worse. She could have name him Cello.

Nicole Richie - Sparrow. This one is hard because I LOVE her. She's one of my style icons. But a bird? Did she lay him in a nest and set on him for a few weeks until he hatched. I guess in a round about way that's what women do. The result. Arrow, Sabbarro, Dario, Bird man and Little Beak. Hate factor 7. Birds are beautiful creatures but I would tell her at about 18 to fly a kite.

Gwyneth Paltrow - Apple. I know I will get booed for this and I know that you could say she's the apple of my eye. Yep, yep, yep. But kids at kindergarten will love it and when she gets older all the pick up lines she will get. You sure are sweet, let me take a bite bullshit. The result (jail time for punching out a sicko) and Snapple, rapple, apple pie, and gabble. Hate factor 2. I mean it is a sweet thought.

Beyonce - Blue. It's a crayon color. The result. Blue bell, blue bonnet, blue sky, slew, dew, peppy la blue. But maybe she was on the cocktail herself. I drank a blue Valium drink once and it knocked me on my ass. Hate factor 4. She's Beyonce's kid. All she has to do is tell someone to if they don't like it they can put a sock in it (insert music here).

So those are my thoughts on these celebrity baby names. I mean what ever happened to good ole Virginia. Yeah, its not too great either but you could call her Ginny.

Where did your name come from? Do you know someone who named their kid something unusual? I would love to hear it.

Happy Monday,

Dusty

My Shining Starr

2012-05-04T06:00:00.007-05:00

I am so lucky in many ways. I have a great man in my life with a beautiful son and our happiness is well deserved. But in our lives as women, we simply have to have people in our lives that also complete us in different ways. Most women are of the emotional breed. Of course there are exceptions to the rule, by that I mean psycho bitches and I know a few. But of the norm we tend to surround ourselves with people that get you. That see inside you, know everything about you and accept you for who you are. Friendships are funny things. One wrong conversation or action and it can be gone and you don't know what happened.

I am a very, very passionate person. I will fight a giant if I or my family feels threatened. But I also am the same way about my friends.

This week I received this sweet gift in the mail. It immediately made me happy and then I cried because she took the time to give me something that reminded her of our friendship.

Her name is Starr. She is truly an amazing woman. She's strong yet vulnerable. She's my champion yet makes me see both sides. She's beautiful and one of the smartest women I know. I love that she understands me inside and out. She accepts that I am somewhat of a whack but never says it although I am sure the bubble above her head says, "crayzeee!" I love making her laugh and admire her so much. She is 900 plus miles away from me, so I can't hug her for all that she does on a daily basis. I can only savor a few minutes a day and hear her voice. She brings me calm. But what I love the most is that she is so giving. Giving of her time to her family, her friends and her daughter. Giving of every single part of her heart.

I have some of the most amazing friends and now new friends that I hope I become close with, but you only have a true handful of people that you would trust with your life, that if you called no matter how far away they would hop a plane or drive the distance. Friends that any time of the day or night they are there. The trick to this is, you have to return those feelings in your heart so that all that they have given to you, you give back. No questions asked, no reservations or doubts.

I love this friend of mine. Her note with the book said it best. My heart, protective of you, loves you, needs you for the rest of my life......

That's right my shining Starr. Forever & Always! My friend and my heart! I love you! Thank you for everything you do.

Hug your friends, tell them you love them and never lose sight of why you were friends with that person in the first place. Happy Weekend!

Dusty

Hot Tamale ..Mrs. Independent

2012-05-03T05:00:00.002-05:00

Hot Tamale Thursday. Allow me to introduce Jamie from Mrs. Independent. This girl is a total whackjob but in a good way. She's absolutley hilarious! She came over here, I went over there and the rest is history. WE have the same sense of humor (and probably secretly cuss like sailors). Now we tweet like beasts and I am pretty sure that if we ever did meet and go out; bail money could be in order. I am positive we would shut the town down, ask stupid questions like "excuse me do you have any Grey Poupon?" and then sleep for 2 days afterwards. I love this girl. So away we roll...

Oh well HELLO der.

When Dusty asked me to do a “Hot Tamale” post I was honored and overjoyed!...then I started sharting my sweatpants. What was I going to write about? It’s a funny thing in blogland: I have no problem showing my fat ace for the world to see in my “OOTD” posts, but I have a REALLY hard time writing about myself.

I think I found Dusty through Jes at Two Smuppies. I read this entry first and about died laughing. You see, I had been wandering the blog world aimlessly like a lost sheep. I couldn’t 100% relate to any of the posts I was reading on a daily basis. ENTER: DUSTY. That bish rode in like a miracle on a webpage. I totally related to her honesty, sense of humor, and her relationship with Fluffy. Through her, I’ve met so many great {relatable} bloggers!

Anywhoozle, I guess we’ll start with the “get to know you” basics:

* I’m a lady, 26-years young.

* Technically a military wife, I fight {or encourage, depending on the day} the white trash mil-wife stereotype.

* I originally hail from Cape Cod, MA but I’ve been away for so long I don’t have the sweet BahStahn accent everyone raves about.

* I used to be gainfully employed, but work and I broke up so I could finally finish my 7-year bachelors of science.

* I’m moving to Seattle this June and I’m thrilled for the weather, er, to discover a new city.

* I have a sick, long-standing obsession with office supplies and have to stay away from (crack)Staples.

* I spend way too much time every day taking silly pictures of my dogs, tweeting raunch to Dusty and watching trash TV.

* I own over 250 eye shadows. I REALLY like cosmetics.

My blog is mix of topics that I find interesting {and hopefully someone else does too?}. One of the things that held me back from starting a blog for so long was the genre. Is this lifestyle? Cooking? Long stories? Crappy jokes? Well, my {future} amigos, it is all that and more. When I’m feeling smart, you’ll get a DIY or “making life easy” post. If I have blog block, you may end up with a corny video.

You'll have plenty of opportunities to see me spin in circles because "modeling" was boring me.

You still there? I thought you might be.

DO IT!!

I fully encourage stalking - any creeper of Dusty's is a creeper of mine! Grab a snack, an adult bevvy, an extra set of undies, and come visit le blog, Twitter, Pinterest, and oh yeah Instagram too.

See what did I tell ya? She rocks! Go over and show her some love, follow her, stalk her, do it like she said above. You won't regret it. Thank you, my crazy friend. We are going to be stuck with each other for a long while I am afraid.

Have a great Thursday everyone and be sure to send me line if you want to be a Hot Tamale feature, or I may just ask you anyway.

Hugs,

Dusty

Maxed Out

2012-05-02T06:00:00.007-05:00

I can't believe I am going to show this picture, but its sorta necessary I reckon so you get the purpose of this post. I am a shrimp. 5'4". Dumpy legs, no tibbies well perky tibbies and built like a line backer. Which is why I have an issue with my personal fashion posts. My MaKaila rocks this out of the park. Marion my new style blog obsession..ugh give me her legs please, but me I am just one giant blob. I am also not much of a dress person because my fluffy just can't figure out where to rest. I mean its like looking at two pigs fighting over a piece of cornbread back there, so me and sexy sorta don't get along.

This was my first wack at a Maxi dress and honestly I was in love. Flowey and light. There's no conflict because everything is just kind of free and if you got the muffin top nobody can see whatcha bakin'.

So here it is....We went to a wine tasting at a wonderful local vineyard last year and had a great time. That's one of my BFF's, Lorraine. I couldn't cut her out. I bought this maxi at Kohls for $6 smacks. Can you believe it. I adore it, which makes me want more. And it was wonderful because it was blazing hot that day.

I am wanting a few more for this summer. But I really should work on my arm muscle tone a little more.

Source: victoriassecret.com via Girls Love on Pinterest

All of these I found on Victoria's Secret and the first one I am in love with but double stick tape might be in order. Not as much as I love Hunter Boots but I am sure I could put this on and all the piggy swirl would disappear in the bed sheet I would be wearing.

So this summer, I vow to wear a dress..a maxi dress.

What do you think about the maxi dresses? Are they all you and a bag of chips?

Happy Wednesday. I am going to hide under a rock now.

Dusty

Randoms

2012-05-01T06:00:00.005-05:00

So, its Tuesday, first day of May and I thought I would shoot out a few things that has happened and swirling around in my head which if you think you are going to find Nemo, good luck. It's all pretty random.

Since last week I haven't felt worth a flip. Back to the doctor I went yesterday. Apparently, breathing is essential. I have been on antibiotics since last week and on Saturday I went to my son's baseball game. It's turned into a sweat lodge in Tennessee but I had to go support my kid. After consuming a blue raspberry icee, towards the end of the game, I noticed I started getting dizzy and my lips started tingling. I came home, did a little research on line and called the pharmacist and I had a reaction to being out in the sun taking the medication. Long story short, my lips swelled up like Goldie Hawn from First Wives Club and were bright red. I took a Benedryl and the swelling went down but I still have instant lip stain. And I licked them so much trying to get the feeling back I am sure a pretty poodle probably would think I was making a pass at it.

Moving on, anyone watch the Housewives? Addicted. New Jersey is my favorite. But watching the Atlanta reunion the other night I noticed that all the women looked shiny. There arms and chest areas were like smooth and defined. Then I was thinking, I wonder if they shave their arms? I used to shave my arms, back when I thought I was hot snot. I wouldn't shave my legs but hell who sees those in tight club pants anyway. So now every time I see the reruns of this on TV, that's all I can focus on is if they have hairy arms or not.

Next, I am totally convinced that if you sweat when you eat, your burning calories.

And finally, I stepped on the scale at the doc's office today. She said, "oh, you've lost three pounds since last Monday. This medicine you're taking make you not hungry." Ha! No, you neglected to tell me to stay out of the sun and it causes diarrhea you dumb ass. But I consumed a whole hot fudge cake on Sunday, give me till Wednesday and I will come back and weigh, it takes my fat ass a while to process chocolate. Ugh!

Happy Tuesday!

Dusty

I Dream Of..

2012-04-30T06:00:00.004-05:00

I day dream alot..more than the average person, so I have told ya. I think of all the places I want to go. We talk about all the time of the places we want to go and name them off. One of my best friends, Lorraine is from Long Island and I have always had this fascination with the Hamptons among other places which I am sure you will hear about soon. Then something happened and my daydreams could be delusions. What happened?

Revenge

Source: thedirt.com.au via Girls Love on Pinterest

I love this show! Seriously, on Wednesday nights there is silence. For seven years all I have seen is Disney and Nickelodeon channel. All I ask for is my Sunday's for the Real Housewives and Wednesday nights for Revenge. I demand silence! The show is based in the Hamptons which only makes my wanting to go there even worse.

Source: eonline.com via Girls Love on Pinterest

I love Emily VanCamp in this show and if I watch this series all the way through to the end be it four years from now and she doesn't end up with Jack, you going to see one cray cray wench open a can of redneck princess whoopass. I love Jack. I mean he owns a bar for godsakes..free booze! (oh and I want her hair style, soooooo bad but that requires exerting my curling iron)

Source: vogue.com via Girls Love on Pinterest

Who wouldn't think this was cool on a fall evening watching a movie on the lawn? Or....

Source: nymag.com via Girls Love on Pinterest

Bustin' up a summer wedding! Wouldn't that be a hoot? This southern belle all up in some high fallootin' formal dinner. I would come in with my flip flops on and my cheap $7 dollar wine and say.."Sup, bitches who wants some Arbor Mist Sangria?" Whoo Hoo. Let's electric slide ya'll!

So, yes, I will go there one day hopefully dragging my friend (she sorta promised but I have to remind her). I think its good for a country girl to dream. I wouldn't fit in, but it's ok. It's just a visit. I wouldn't totally pay the medical expenses for grandma getting drunk off cheap wine at the reception thinking she could do the worm.

Day dream your way,

Dusty

It's a wrap

2012-04-27T06:00:00.004-05:00

This week seemed to go on forever. I was sick and still don't feel great but I am getting there. I thought I would give you the end of the week wrap up and wish you a wonderful weekend. I will be catching up on my blog friends since I have had no energy to do jack squat.

Worthless guard dog #1, Mille

while I was sick she provided no comfort what so ever

she's kind of a beast

Worthless guard dog #2 Libby Lou

she actually laid on the couch with me most of the day Monday
then snuck off to make out with Scooby

bored out of my gourd

I decided I wanted to attempt the buzzer thing everyone is wearing on their heads

so I did a little research found a tutorial

and rolled my hair in a sock

after 18 times I almost perfected it and it gave me a perfect look at the

color my hair stylist does on my hair

I attempted to Skype with these beautiful girls

but for some reason I couldn't get a good connection

I did at one time or another get to see some of them for 5.2 seconds

long enough to hear my redneck voice, cuss out Skype and not get to see Sharks or Tucker

this was before beautiful McKaila dialed in and we missed

Jamie hopefully next time we can all connect

and I was yucky on Sunday I missed my chat with Shay (next time my friend)

I hope they still love me

Oh, and do you notice anything?

Aren't they the best Farrah's ever (well Justyn, she's doing her best full frontal Farrah!)

and when I got back to the grind

the office appreciated me with this bouquet of flowers

and a $50 dollar Visa gift card

Happy Administration Day to all!

So there you have it. I have thoughts pondering for next week. Thank you to my sissy, Justyn for the Hot Tamale post this week and to all the well wishes.

Happy Weekend everyone!

Dusty

Hot Tamale ..Thoughts By ..A Petite Brunette

2012-04-26T05:00:00.004-05:00

On Monday I was the host of a a magnificent Hen Party over at Thoughts By.. A Petite Brunette. If you read the post you understand that Justyn and I are sorta sisters separated at birth. We have so much in common and I am so happy to have followed her and now we are friends. We Skyped for almost 2 hours last Friday. Which really meant our computers didn't cooperate and I think that we actually did get to see and talk to each other for a total 20 minutes. But I loved every minute of it. This girl gets my feature award this week and her mom even accepted me into the family. I know, already? Yes, love at first write. So without further delay, here she is Lord Justyn...

I feel like I’m writing my speech for the Academy Awards or something. “Thank you to the Academy and thank you to the lovely Dusty De for finding me and friending me, I can honestly say that without her I would not be here” obviously. “Without her I would not have been considered for a “Hot Tamale” *insert blush* post and of course I wouldn’t be here if she hadn’t actually asked me to write THIS ‘ERE POST {that part was my redneck accent}” Annnnd scene.

The only problem is she didn’t give me a topic; so now I’m left wondering where I want to take you fried pickle lovers on my short – or possibly long – expedition through Dusty Land. I guess I could tell you about the thing I know the most about, Moi. First off – I don’t speak French.

Otherwise I’m full of interesting and un-useful facts such as: A group of deer is called a Heard and a flock of geese {whilst not in flight} is called a Gaggle. You can thank my mountain man husband for teaching me such things. I am also the owner of a two and a half year old daughter who tries my patience on a daily basis, but is ultimately my reason for living. I’m still a newbie to the blogging {and marriage} world, and unsurprisingly one my most popular post is about sex.

As for other interesting facts; Dusty and I share a lot in common such as: our unique boyish names, our birthday, our alias, and our career paths. Quite a coincidence! I can see how one could think *cough, cough* that we might be long lost twins and/or soul mates. {See highlighted Tweet Convo}

I’m really amazed by Dusty. Not just because we were obviously put on Earth to be good friends, but because she’s kind of an amazing person. She’s the kind of friend that every girl needs – the one that says “Who cares if your ass looks big in those jeans, Power to the Fluffy!” That said - this is knowledge that you already possess, so let’s stay on track here people.

My blog is a little eclectic – much like myself. I recently learned to cook at the fragile age of 24. Yes, I am 24 and I have an almost three year old – who was born out of wedlock, I’m also kind of Catholic. Sometimes I like to pretend that I’m a fashion model or that people would actually want to wear my outfits. When I have these “moments” I go to an inconspicuous spot and turn the self timer of my camera on while singing “Vogue” in my head. I do have the occasional insight as to how other people should live their lives. That’s when I go into shrink mode and imagine that said people want to know what I’m thinking and/or would one day be willing to pay me for my opinion. Eclectic…crazy… it’s pretty much the same thing here in Virginia.

I didn’t feel like my special post had enough pictures so here are all of the faces of Justyn.
And with that, I believe it is time to say goodbye fellow fried pickle lovers.
You can stalk me here, here, and here.

Isn't she adorable? I know and do you see the family resemblance? Working with me now aren't you? I love her. Go visit her, send her cyber hugs, kiss her faces in these pictures, just don't tell anyone and enjoy her blog. It's 100 percent worth it! Thank you again, for being my it chick this week and for those sweet words!

Happy Thursday,

Dusty

P.S. If you wanna join the Hot Tamale's just send me a message or email. I would love to have everyone see how great we bloggers are. Oh, I may just ask you anyway!

Handcuff me

2012-04-25T06:00:00.002-05:00

I recently made a visit back to my home town. I make that sound like its hundreds of miles away but its not. Like 30 miles. Most all of my family still lives there except a few.. like three of us. Don't get me wrong. I am tickled I was raised in a small town, but glad I moved because everyone knew when you took a pee. I went in and ate at the little restaurant right off the interestate and they had this little gift shop when you walked in. Much to my suprise because I wouldn't expect Vera Bradley products in a restaurant called the Timberloft. Any hoot, this little store had some really cute stuff and one of the items I fell in love with was this jewelry from Lenny & Eva.

We had to eat and when I went back to look some more for even a possible purchase they had put up the long chain rope and closed up shop for the evening. It was a Sunday so I will forgive them at this time. I came home and did a little research and found the website. Click above link and was in love. Let me give you the DL on this stuff....

Go to the website and see the pictures I was nostalgic after looking at them

made me want to frolic

these are the items they sell

love these cuffs and you can pick out any saying you want

and they are interchangeable

you also can get little charms to put on them

these are the two I am contemplating

I always say this to my friends

I love this alot

its the message of the only way your going to get anywhere in this world is

if you do it yourself

oh and this is for the Keep Calm lovers

So there you have it. They have spiritual quotes as well, and they have these for the little ones and men, which would be a great anniversary or birthday gift. A saying that binds you two together and all that mushing crap.

I love them. Visit the website and enjoy. Which one do you like? Fight Like a Girl or the Legend plate?

Happy Wednesday everyone and thank you for the well wishes. I am on the roids and feeling 90 percent better.

Dusty

Rewind

2012-04-24T06:00:00.000-05:00

I have been under the weather the last few days. Saturday I woke up and felt like well, dog chit! It progressively got worse and to the doctor I went yesterday. So I am loading up on steroids and antibiotics and I should be back to my normal hulk like self very soon. I apologize that I don't have a terrific post or that I have read every blog and commented like I usually do, but lying down and reading a smut magazine seems to be the key to recovery. I promise to get back to you guys soon.

I thought it would be fun to share my very first ever post when I started blogging. I actually started a blog two years ago and then it freaked me out a bit and after two posts stopped because I wasn't sure what direction I wanted to go after doing some bloggy research. Mom blogs, fashion blogs, funny blogs, cooking blogs, Blogs, blogs, blogs. So I wanted to make sure that I established myself and knew why I was blogging. I think or at least hope that I have made my mark.

Here is my very first ever post back in August 2011. I sure have come a long way, but I knew that this would be my very first post which actually if I look back on it, set the tone for this whole entire blog of mine.

What's In My Bag

click link above

I love you my followers! Have a great day.

Dusty

Pondering

2012-04-23T06:00:00.000-05:00

I am a ponderer. Is that even a word? I will be driving down the road and thoughts enter my head and think hmmm. I am a deep thinker. I over analyse. I research it. I ask people about it. I should have been a psychiatrist or a private detective. So, setting in traffic last week which is what I do every frigging day, my mind wondered. I think of things that would be great conversations amongst the girlfriends on a night gathered around with pizza and wine. But then it made me think, why wouldn't I just want to ask these questions myself. For instance...

I would like to ask God why women have so many beauty routines? I mean Adam thought Eve was hot snot and all she had on was a leaf. Do you think he saw the hair and said, um, no I don't think I will kiss you until you shave your legs. I hate to shave my legs. So why couldn't he have just said, Dusty I give you to your parents as a symbol of my love and I also grant you the amazing gift of Venus smooth legs for the rest of your life.

Why do Eskimos live in igloos? Do they still live in igloos? Are there still real life Eskimos? I mean who thought of building a house out of ice blocks? Where did you think this was energy efficient? I am all for being green, but freezing my baguettes off isn't my kind of way to save the earth. You can put on a furry parka all you want but I wouldn't be coming over for dinner. And you build the fire outside the igloo. Hell-o people! You go inside to stay warm. I don't think the Eskimos had this plan well thought out if you ask me.

Why didn't the Pope and Mother Teresa date? Here are two people that spread the most amazing words of love and compassion. I mean nobody would have ever believed it if they had. They are Saints. He was wearing a bed sheet, instant love nest. You mean to say they never had the urge? He didn't have passion in his pants? Wouldn't it be funny to invite her to one of those surprise girly parties and hand her a bag with a vibrator inside. That would be after we got her wasted on jello shots. Listen, I say they should have took a mule ride up to a mountain somewhere, turned on a little Marvin Gaye on the boom box, ate a little cheese and Bleeped. Of course the poor lady, she would probably have thought she got slimed by the Ghost Busters after all was said and done. Maybe we just leave that one like it is.

So see, I have a lot of time to think. Traffic is torture but it also gives me time to reflect on the utterly stupid.

You can also find me over here today talking about myself and my craziness. Thank you Justyn for asking me over. If you regret it don't tell me, I am sorta sensitive...NOT!

What a great way to start a Monday, huh?

Dusty

And the point is this...

2012-04-20T07:40:00.000-05:00

This week I received a card in the mail from my Smuppie, Jes. This cracked me up big time. I love when someone makes the effort to be a friend and keep in touch.

This card is a reflection of a post I did a few weeks back titled the No Thong Zone. If you didn't read it or are a new follower (click here), then I want you to come back here and take a look at this..........

PEOPLE I REST MY CASE!!!!!!!

This is exactly why I eliminated thongs from my life. Her crack has to be plaque free now and with the fishnet body suit, I think they caught the Wicked Tuna. Now I leave you with this image for the weekend and will have a wonderfully well written hopefully hilarious post on Monday!

Have a great weekend!

Dusty