Thursday, May 31, 2012

Hot Tamale ..Oh, Just Living the Dream

So I am doing the Pee Wee Herman dance but you can't see it. Why? Hot Tamale day bay bee! And today we have Sierra from Oh Just Living the Dream. First she's beautiful. And funny. You know LOVE funny chicks. But she inspires with her travels and her words. I am truly convinced that one day she is going to be the one you read that makes a difference in this world if she hasn't already. I love her peace by piece (and yes that's the way I typed it, figure it out!) So lets get this partay rockin'...


Hi Friends! I'm Sierra and I blog over at Oh, Just Living the Dream So. This one time I saw that Dusty had "Hot Tamale" post on her blog. I almost screamed with sheer joy. So genius, right? Clearly I was envious and wanted to participate in this special endeavor. And Dusty let me. Isn't she so nice?

But, guys. I have this issue. I tried to find some pictures of me where I looked like a "Hot Tamale" and I couldn't find very many. So, without further ado, I want to share you some real pictures of me, Sierra. 

It's about to get real here, peeps. 


I thought that maybe I could show you how cute I was as a little girl. But that's kind of weird, right? Like, you don't exactly call little kids "hot." But, I was pretty cute, right? No? Check out those cheeks. 


Going to show you my competitive side. But then I realized my double jointed elbows were apparent. Those aren't pretty. 


Most girls wear sexy costumes for Halloween. This is what I wear. Hippie hick? I'm from Oregon, it's fine. 
P.S. I hate halloween. Can you tell? 


Sometimes I go to premieres of movies, like Harry Potter, and look like this.
And I prove to myself why I am still single. 


I walk llamas though, so that's cool, right?


But my brother loves me. Family bonding. It's real, people. Very real. 


Well, okay, so I found one. Look! I'm normal! 

I feel like we should stop there for now. It's fine guys, my mom says she loves me. Have I convinced you to head on over to my blog and check out how awesome and beautiful I am yet? :) But seriously. It's never a dull day over at Oh, Just Living the Dream! I love to laugh. I love to joke. I love to write serious things. I love to write. I love to dream. Come "live the dream" with me! 
Happy Thursday, people. Thank you, Dusty, for letting me attack your blog!! (Isn't she awesome?!)

-your double jointed, llama walking, hugging siblings, ridiculous, hot tamale friend 
Sierra 

So whatcha think? Isn't she grand! So go over, say "Sup" and show her some blogland love because we are kind people. 

And don't forget you wanna be a Hot Tamale? Send me an email or I may just hound you myself!

Rock it,
Dusty

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Classic Cowgirl

Sadly my style is one of two. Classic or hippie. And I kind of sorta like it although I wish I could venture out more, but I don't think triangles and horizontal stripes are my thing. I see it on others and love it, but then I imagine myself in it and then I go, uh, no. Truthfully, jeans and tshirts are my go to like every all american girl, but sometimes a girl has to venture out of the house. 

There are a couple of fashion bloggers that inspire me. I am sure they know who they are I stalk I mean read their blogs everyday for inspiration. And then there is one that now has me addicted to the new Bachelorette and what she is wearing. I am a country girl at heart. So I thought I would give a whirl as to what I would wear out for a good night of honky tonkin'.


I see these shorts everywhere and I love them (if I was a bean pole). But I am not sure if they have a panel in them cause this girl is in a no thong zone. 



Then I would put on something light with a tank underneath. Cause a girl sweats her baguettes of line dancin'


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I'd slap on this hat just because every other muchacha will have on a cowboy hat so a girl needs to break the rules




And then I would pull these FANTASTIC BOOTS on my feet. Good gawd I hope these mothers go on sale because if they do they are mine, mine, mine! As soon as I saw these I imagined all the possibilities...key word imagined. But they are HOT SNOT!!!!!!!!!!!!


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So yeehaw girls!  A little cowgirl classic, now I need to work on being a bean pole. Love it or hate it?


Happy Wednesday, Ya'll!
Dusty

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

Something New


Would you like to be a sponsor on my blog? Well, I would love to have you. All friends are welcome and I would like for us to grow together. I mean seriously who doesn't love that face. Ok, that was a little crazy, but I cracked myself up. 

For the month of June, well actually any time you sponsor, you will receive a feature spotlight, once a day you will get a shout out on my twitter feed and all buttons will be in rotation, so everyone gets to be highlighted or first in line. I loved first in line when I was in school. I guess that's why on my people map I am Leader/Free Spirit.

Join me won't you?

Friday, May 25, 2012

Happy Insta Friday

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

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Hot Tamale ..The Dirt Life

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.


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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!


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


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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.

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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

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Summer Essentials for a Frump Girl

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




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

a fun bag, i am a hippie at heart




honestly this whole outfit would suit me just fine


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

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

And I Ponder

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


Monday, May 21, 2012

The Mushy Pecker

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

Friday, May 18, 2012

I took a dump

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

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Hot Tamale ..Becoming What I Always Was

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.

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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.

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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?
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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?


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.

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

A Skirt Tale

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.



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

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Pumpkin Head

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

Friday, May 11, 2012

Yo Moma

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

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Hot Tamale ..Bungalow 960

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 14th, 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

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Must Have

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.



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.


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.


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. 




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