I Give Good Steve Jobs

I am just going to throw out some random crap today. Yesterday, as I was talking to a great friend, I realized that I should be a psychiatrist. Not because I give great advice, because I am probably psycho. We were talking about chasing dreams and this was my advice to her...."it's like when your kid made the ugly ashtray or the god awful flower pot when they were little and because they made it by hand, you automatically love it. People love hand made crap. They will fight over it because we all want what other's can't have and its pretty. I would kill a bitch for some Hunter boots. I think your going to do great and it's not their dream it's your dream. Everyone has to start somewhere. If you love and believe in something then it will succeed. Who knew Steve Jobs would invent a phone with a talking slut named Siri."

Wise advise don't you think? Of course an email before that to someone else I confessed that I ate a whole bag of Starbursts once and pooped rainbow colors for a week. My advice on that is don't eat a whole bag of Starburts unless your on psychedelic drugs and then it might be fun.

When I first started blogging I thought I would be a fashion blogger. Then after extensive research, about a day or four hours, whatever, work with me, I decided that even though fashion is a passion, looking fantab for you people every day meant I couldn't look ugly. And I honestly like those days I look ugly. I am a southern girl, but the closer my hair to God every single day isn't important and I personally think that having rooster hair just so Jesus will let me in the pearly gates isn't going to work. After all the 80's are back but the man wears a toga. 

My point and usually I don't have one is if you have a dream follow it. Someone invented the toilet thank god. It's cold here right now and my butt setting on a cedar plank hole in a 2' x 2' building isn't living if you ask me. Then came toilet paper, so you don't have to wipe your butt with bark. A man somewhere decided to cut a hole in the wood box to have ventilation and light and then guess what? A wise ass decided that it would be more convenient to build this room in a house and wallah there you have it, the invention of the Shit Hole. 

So see, let your creative juices flow. Be a risk taker. Be proud that you're doing something that has meaning to you and who cares what others think. Follow your heart. Don't let your dreams go to pot, be a Steve Jobs and Siri. And by the way, can Apple please make Siri understand redneck. I ask her questions all the time and her response, "I don't understand what your saying." Can you imagine talking in Pig Latin to her?

Happy Tuesday,

Dusty