It's All Crap If You Ask Me

S.O.S! That's right save our ship. It has rained here for almost 4 days straight. I thought I might need to run out to the "outdoor building" (uppity in the South for shed) and get a float of some magnitude in case I needed to rescue myself. Either way it provided a good excuse to not do jack crap. The Kid has been sick with the flu for a week and I am fairly certain that it's trying to invade my body somehow. I don't have any symptoms but I could be almost one percent certain it is plotting and scheming with those mucus monsters from the Mucinex commercials.

Any hoot, when I have time on my hands I ponder as you should know by now. If not well, your not missing much just useless knowledge that someday could help a man on fire. Why a man on fire? Well, they tell you to drop and roll when you catch a blaze and if that happens and you can remember any of my ridiculous posts then you will fall to the ground laughing. Holy crapola. I just now became a freaking hero. I knew this blog was good for something.

Here my twat waffles, is what I am pondering as of late. I am doing a weight loss challenge. Counting calories, exercising and trying my best to be diligent because Operation Bikini is just a mere months away. With this plight, I keep thinking to myself that shaving my legs has to count for something. So, I am giving myself minus a pound off for doing such activity. It's exercise if you ask me and I think all the added fur could be hindering my leg lifting ability. I mean those bicycle dudes that go all the way to some foreign country and trek up mountains are hairless. There has to be some truth to it. By the way, how do they get there bikes over their? That doesn't count as a carry on.

I keep reading in all these smut magazines, you know In Style and People etc, that people pay big bucks to get a blow out. Don't these rich chicks do their own hair? I blow out my hair every other day. I own a blow dryer. That's right and a round brush and have they not noticed that You Tube probably has a gazillion tutorials on the perfect blow out? Why is it that a salon is better to do your hair? Do their blow driers have magic powers with insta lift? I could use the $100 smacks to buy something else like the BOGO sale at Payless. I predict the blow out only last about the same amount of time as a shampoo set with an 80 year old woman who's hair is made of wire and flammable. I don't honestly get it. Who Does that?  

I keep hearing about clean eating. What does that mean? You are eating clean. What? Did you spray windex on it? I would hope my food is clean. I don't eat it out of a trash can. I don't marinate it in dirt and most times abide by the 5 second rule. So, unless you people do a wax on wax off method, all food is clean in my book.

And finally, last season all the rage was this Oxblood color. I personally see it as the 80 and 90's version of Aigner. You guys remember Aigner? I had an Aigner handbag in 1990. My aunt had the whole kit and kaboodle - coat, boots, handbag. But now its Oxblood. Well, gross. Even down to the lipstick. I didn't dig it. Imagine someone coming up and saying, "oh, what a lovely color, what is it?" Oxblood. Oh, yummy. Your wearing something that is  being referred to as an animal's DNA. What ever happened to its dark fushia or mauve? I looked and I seriously did not see Oxblood in the Kid's 64 count crayon set. Seriously, what's next toenail yellow? I degress.

Well, happy Monday my little pretties. Let's make it a good one. 

Dusty

I Took A Dump

Happy Friday to all. It's time for a minor dump. I did so much dumping last week, I was left a little dehydrated. So just a few things as we close out this second week of 2013.

I also want to invite you to join me on Twitter and Instagram if you haven't already. I would love to follow along with you and more madness.

First, one more picture of the kid on game day. I made him aware

the Ducks play the Vols this year.  He called me a chump. 

Here I am trying to make a duck face. I just end up looking like

I passed gas.

Me n the Kid

Two lazy ass Labs

So, that's it! I want to say thank you to all the newbies this week. Please let me know you followed so I can follow back. Also, I had some fantastic giggles these past few days. I love when there is laughter. 

Have a great weekend y'all! 

Dusty

One Two Buckle My Shoe

Before I get to the normal fashion post for Wednesday, I thought I would go ahead and address yesterday's post. Although I said I was going to allow Anonymous comments on my blog I changed my mind. Why did I let Mr. Impotent win? Because I feel like my readers shouldn't be distracted by stupid. I also feel that if this fart blossom can come over and comment, he also sees and can click on other's blogs and stalk them with his crazy antics. So for the sake of my true readers, I am not allowing anony comments unless I instruct otherwise. We read others comments and search for new blogs this way and I don't want people to feel like they can't comment on my blog freely without spam jerks. So you win, Mr. I will never marry an American woman. I hope you and your hand enjoy a life filled with dry chapped skin. 

Okay, now on to the new Tater Queen. I am going to be doing alot of different things this year. No I didn't make resolutions but a list of things I want to accomplish in 2013. One of the things that I want to do is think outside my box a little bit when it comes to fashion. I am a boho kind of girl being a product of the very early 70's. I love classic and whimsical styles and even though I love to look at other people wearing modern type pieces, it's not in my norm to purchase these. It doesn't mean I am going to run out and buy a chevron dress or a a scarf that covers my whole head and I look like the blue turtle neck guy from Fat Albert. It means that I am going to try different things that I normally wouldn't do. Of course this all depends on my diet and exercise plan. So far so good, except I did eat a piece of pizza last night. Oopsie. 

For a few months now my friend Lindsay and I have had much debate about these wedge sneaker shoes. At first, we both hated them and then during Christmas as I was glued to Pinterest like dogshit on a the back of poodle fur, I started seeing some that I really liked. She still wasn't buying it. So, I received a few gift cards for Christmas, did a little research and found a pair that were on sale for $30 smacks. I tried them on, left, texted Lindsay, put it on Instagram and with the overwhelming majority, went back and bit the bullet and bought them. She still wasn't convinced but allowed it. And guess what? I like them. Now do I still like the bright blue ones or ones that look like I should be playing in the NBA? Uh that's a negative, but I don't look like a hoochy moma drug dealer and they are really cuter on.

So, yes, I went shopping in my sweats, no makeup, you should have seen my hair, but I caught a great deal and a cute pair of shoes (or two) that are outside my comfort zone. They do feel somewhat like wearing other wedge type shoes, a little hard, but I put insoles in them and they are comfy. I went outside my normal and it felt great. New beginnings are cool. And these would defiantly kick someone's buttouski. 

Are you taking risks in fashion this year? If so, tell me. Also, follow me on Pinterest. I am a maniac on this site.

Happy Wednesday,

Dusty

Blogger Allowance

New Year's Day I received my very first comment of 2013. At first I was excited to see who the first person to read and comment on my blog was. Then I realized it was from Anonymous. I normally do not read these comments and if I do its the first few lines to see if it could be someone who is a non blogger. Most of its someone selling something or if my blog has had a suggestive title then its from the pervs. I normally just ignore it. I have struggled when I started this blog to either moderate the comments or let them be free. And since you all know I don't like rules well, free it is. But this was rather funny. I proceeded to read it, then followed the link at the bottom. Oh, lawdy what a joke. If you want to read the comment click here and scroll down because I don't want to republish. But here are my thoughts on this dumbass who sent this comment which starts out as why he won't marry an American women. It's more like why an American woman shouldn't marry him?

First, you're a douchebag. I suspect that you have dated many woman and each one has found out that your dinger is the size of a fly and they dumped you like a hot potato.

Second, you seriously decreased your odds by announcing this to the world. If you think that your not going to ever get laid by an American, well guess what Lithuania isn't missing much either.

Third, you probably still live with mommy and she still makes you eat at the table at 6 pm sharp and makes your favorite dessert...fuckstick cookies.

Fourth, you probably have little man syndrome and mismatched kneecaps. Kickball must have been hard in school and so all teenage girls probably called you knobby knees. 

Lastly, your an egotistical, cowlick wearing, one nipple bigger than the other, gap toothed, uncircumcised, cross toed, bucktooth, cat breath, prickasourous who got rejected by Match dot com because they figured out that your profile wouldn't match with the other 7 billion really sweet women who are looking for love even if you lied. Holy shit where's the Tylenol!

In other words, woman won't marry you because your not nice. Do all the American women a favor, keep hating us, save us the trouble of filing a restraining order on your happy stalking ass.

Oh, and I am still going to allow anonymous comments. They get me all hyped up like a spider monkey on Mt. Dew.

Happy Tuesday,

Dusty

I Took A Dump

Do you know how long it's been since I took a dump? A while. So, here goes! 

The Kid loves the Oregon Ducks, what can I say? I will just have to deal with it. Thanks Jes, Chris and Sharkie

Our holiday picture. Original huh?

Sweet Love note

Conjoined Twins

Seriously, how could I not buy this ornament?

Cozy Christmas pj's

Secret Santa gift from my sweet Lindsay! I love you!

Santa baby

Libby Lou and the Kid on Christmas Eve

Christmas wishes

A gift made by my sister, Amanda

Girls night

There's my recap people. I am no longer bloated and the relief to 

share these photo bombs with you, is well plop plop fizz fizz worthy.

Happy Friday,

Dusty

Hot Tamale..Life, Actually

So it's a new year of Hot Tamale's. I love this girl. She's funny and has the cutest pup pup. I love her because she's real and she says what she means. But you have to care deeply about a sister and a friend who supports our troops. So go over and say hello, follow along and make her new year special. She truly deserves it. 

Hey guys! I'm Stephanie and I blog over at Life, Actually. If you visit me, you'll read stuff about: life, family, love, my crazy dog (Walter), our fun adventures and photography.

You can read more about me here. And, you can read about Walter here.

Something new that I'm experiencing (that actually started in November) is my brother being deployed. This is his very first deployment and I've never had a sibling/significant other/etc be deployed before (I've had friends deployed a lot, but nobody that I was super close to)

My brother is lucky, he has a huge support team here at home. He has been gone only a month and has two care packages on the way already. He has Internet access almost daily so he can get on Facebook and Skype and talk to all of us. He's lucky on that aspect. He has a ton of support. I am so thankful for that.

Not everyone that is over there is as lucky as him. I was doing some reading and found out that there are plenty of soldier with nobody at home. Or no one that has access to the Internet that can chat with them regularly. Or no one that can afford to send them care packages. They don't have the support that will help them get through a deployment.

Then, I stumbled upon a website where you can link up with deployed soldier to be pen pals (via e-mail mostly). I found a lieutenant who was asking for support for his unit. I emailed him and he told me his next unit arrives right before Christmas (how sad...right before the holidays) and that he would link me up with a soldier (or soldiers) to chat with while they are deployed. I can't wait. I would love to help support these guys while they are gone...even if it is just by emailing them.

If anyone would like to help a soldier, either by becoming an email pen pal or by sending care packages, please email me (stephylee00[at]gmail[dot]com). I can get you the lieutenant's email address and/or mailing address.

Anywho, hope y'all enjoy my blog!

Happy 2013!

See pretty cool huh! Again, go over and say Hi and follow her on Twitter as well. She's a loyal follower and a hoot! Thank you Stephanie for being a Hot Tamale! Big hugs!

Dusty

Rewind Twenty Nine

Sometimes I think of a story, then I select a title. Sometimes a think of a title then write the story. Today, the title means nothing and the story is just a recap of somethings I found interesting, boring or just plain willie wonka'd in 2012. Yes, I could give you recap of my favorite post, or my non existent outfits that I thought I would display or say click here and read this crap, but if you read my blog, you know what I have wrote and if you're new then you should have been catching up. I am correct? Correct. So here are a few things this lifestyle blogger found in 2012 that I feel sums up how I felt about a few things and glad that the new year is here. Yeah, yeah, I am going to get to some stuff I plan for 2013, but let me do a little catching up will ya? 

First, Chevron was all the rage. Shirts, skirts, pillows and bows. It was everywhere. I like it although I would rather have flower power, it's a modern twist. But wearing it is totally different. Why would I want to wear something that is an inverted math sign? I see it and I think it screams my boobs are <less than> my stomach or here is an arrow tip pointing to every part of my body that is being defied by gravity going down. I guess it could be a big bunch of W's or if you stand on your head, M's. Oh, wait, its multi-functional. I get it now.

The top knot. I for one, I am a fan. I am certain that my hair is glad I am going back to work because this is basically how my hair has stayed for 9 total days not consecutive of course. My hair at this moment has enough grease to fry an egg on it. To say I was lazy is an understatement. I have seen many a bun over the last year and ladies here is the deal. In the South, we say the higher the hair, the closer to God. But if you start looking like Marge Simpson, then its time to maybe try a pony tail. I just don't feel that inter tubes on the top of your head are appropriate unless you could be drowning. Oh, wait it's multi-functional. I get it now.

Liquid Leggings are well, I have no clue. I see them and think why do I want to wear something that enhances the liquid that makes up the fat content in my legs? Liquid moves. It jiggles. Sloshes to be exact. So do my thighs. I see them and think this is the tar and feathered look but where is big bird. Somewhere a pot hole is missing its fillings. Oh, wait its multi-functional. I get it now.

Facebook has drove me nuts. I have over 300 friends an only 80 of them wished me happy birthday back in November. Why am I friends with these people? They never comment on my status. Plus, I have two people that post over and over. I walked up the stairs. I walked down the stairs. I walked back up the stairs. I tripped, fell down the stairs. Now I should go back up the stairs and call 911. For fucks sake, I just want to see the pictures and  and read funny status updates. One guy was about half dead a couple of weeks ago. First his arm was going to fall off in 6 hours, then the doctor said he was lucky he had 24 hours and he could have gotten an infection and died. Holy shit, the world was ending on that Friday and the mother effer got a jump start is really how I felt about it! Ugh! Facebook isn't for every time you take a dump, every time you had a bad day and decide to cuss out the world, those feel sorry for me status updates five at a time, that you ripped off your toenail to the quick or that other people in your family seem to be fighting and its good gossip. Oh, wait its multi-functional. I get it now.

Naked children on a blog. I just somehow find it yuckola. Yeah, kids butts are cute. Every little crinkle you just wanna love it, squeeze it and call that fat ripple George, but seriously, if you think it's appropriate and then someone steals your kids photo to sell then your a dumbass and have no right to complain, plus your giving every pervert out there an outlet. Oh, I see your stats go up because some whackoff is observing your naked children in the sand. Oh, wait, that's screwed up. I don't get it.

Big Name Bloggers who are rude. News flash! This dumbshit right here is one of the many who passed along all of your names to read. News flash! One of this dumbshit's 300 plus followers probably led me to your blog and I keep reading it because well, it sometimes perhaps can be funny and you do have material that this dumbshit might want to twist, spin, turn and write about someday.  But here's my deal. Just because you are somewhat a bag of chips, not everyone is all that. People spend money advertising on your blog so you can buy more Chevron and liquid leggings and 15 more trips to Ikea. Unless you have over 10,000 followers not counting feedburner, bloglovin, check here, check this box, yes or no follow me to Oz and back, if I leave you a comment, how about just saying, thank you, or bahaha, or maybe you have an auto response that says, "thank you for coming by and visiting such and such blog, right now I can't answer you because I am too busy asking the lady in the mirror who the fairest of them all is." Oh, wait your an asshole. I get it.

So there you have it. Some of my recap. I could go on and on! It's a new year. New material. New life. New beginnings. So let's have fun this 2013. You think it, I say it. Oh, wait, we are multi-functional. I get it now.

Dusty

Is It Really 2013 Already?

Oh, hello! Remember me? That's right the blogger that hasn't posted in over a week. Why? Cause I didn't feel like it. I didn't have the words. I have had 10 days off and so much planned and you want to know what I did? Nothing. Well, I bought a shoe organizer and arranged my closet. That's it. I said I was going to paint. Didn't happen. I said I was going to work on my upcoming shop. That didn't happen. I thought about going to the movies. That didn't happen.

What I did was sat on my butt. You would think planting my gluteous would have made it into a flat pancake. But nope, Fluffy is still here. I Pinterest'd until my eyeballs couldn't take it anymore. As a matter of fact, I am writing this blog at 6:30 pm, New Year's Eve and will hit publish and go back to the iPad..and Pinterest. 

My Christmas was good except a few bumps and my New Year's is spent with the most important man in my life, The Kid. I am fairly certain, we fell asleep before midnight. 

So I will get to my 2012 wrap up and my wishes for 2013 in another post, but today I want to say Happy New Year to all of my friends and family. I can tell you that in some of my despair the past year, it has been this blog that has help me feel laughter, brought me tears and made me feel worthy. I am grateful for this outlet. 

I hope this blog grows but not because I am selling products or trying to convince the world as I have tried to do in the past that I am better than The Daybook. I mean seriously, I am not delusional. Well, some of the time, but I want people to come and enjoy a little space that deals with the trials and tribulations of life, but mostly laughter. This is a lifestyle blog. It has a little of this and that and I continue in 2013 to stay on that path. I like showing off other's blogs because that's how we grow and meet each other and honestly if it wasn't for some of the wonderful comments and inspiration from this community, I might have just been sad most of this last year. I am grateful.

So, Happy New Year to everyone. I adore you. I love you and I thank you. Here is to a better 2013.

Happy New Year Friends,

Dusty

Merry & Bright!

Merry Christmas from my heart to yours! I hope your day is filled with love, happiness and all the things that fill your day with peace. My Christmas wish for you all is to find your soul full of hope and laughter.

I wish for all the furry animals a forever home, my child to always be a kid right in this moment for he will grow up so fast, to remember those that are in heaven and looking down still loving us, hugs and kisses.

Christmas is about old and new traditions and making memories to last a lifetime. Thank you to my forever friends from this blogging community. You have made me feel so special this year.

Merry Christmas!

Love, Dusty

Drop It Like It's Hot

Here's a little Merry Christmas ditty!

Smooth moves huh! Dat's right! We drop it like its hot up in hereah! I can't wait to open our new grills and my pinky fingernail with a diamond encrusted. For the kid, baggy jeans, white high tops and Gangsta English book!

Yo, let's start da season off right. Holla! Word to your mother!

Dusty

Hot Tamale..Jess Is More

So, its almost Christmas and this little gift, well you can just say thank you. She's the bomb dot com. See picture below which makes me LOVE her more. I have followed her on Twitter for a smidge and I dig her why? She's funny people and she is an animal lover. Big Big points! I see her one Lily and raise her a Libby. So if you don't follow her, you suck and your missing out. Do it!

Hey there!  Don't be alarmed, but the oh-so-amazingly-fabulous Dusty has asked me to creep all up on her blog today.  

I don't normally go around looking like this.  

But I'm keepin' it real today.  

That's one of the many reasons why I love Dusty's blog.  

I'm Jess, and I blog over at Jess Is More.  It's my little corner of the bloggyverse where I'm on a mission to do more {after I've finished at least 2 cups of coffee}. 

I'm a Florida girl {and half Cuban}, but this guy I call my husband is from the frigid north a.k.a. Minnesota -- which is where we call home.   Trust me, he is NOT as cool as he appears in this photo.  

We took the plunge into marriage on September 29, 2012 after dating for 7 (seven) years.

We are best friends.

He is the steak and potatoes to my beans and rice.  

My blog, just like my life, is a little bit of everything.  

I spend a whole lot of time talking about my fur babies.  

My yellow lab, Lily, even has a page dedicated to her shenanigans called "What Lily Ate."  Yep. 

I also post what I eat.  Only the things that are edible to others, of course.  

And don't come out of a takeout box. 

Because trust me, that happens a lot. 

I'd love to have you over some time.  You can stalk me here, here, here, and here. 

Thanks for reading! 

See HOT SNOT! Leave her some love over here, over there, everybody on the dance floor! Later!

Improvising Stinks!

I am typing this post from my iPad! Why you ask? Because I know you are curious! My computer is on the fritz! For some reason it is getting too hot and just shuts down. This has caused me much distress because I would like to think it is because I am smokin' and it just can't handle all the useless knowledge I produce. I know, I know. Delusional but work with me. I am typing this with one finger like my first day of typing class because my brain can't process pushing letters with both hands at the same time. I am also being subject to a repeat of WWE that is on the television because my son just did not get enough of the crap on Monday night and I can steal Internet from some one in my neighborhood. Thank you WiFi. 

So no pretty pictures of my fashion inspirations today because I have no knowledge of how to put pictures from my little computer bundle of joy. But hopefully I can figure out why my computer sucks the big flag pole and be back to the grind of pretty creations. 

Until then I am going to try and catch up on blog reading comments which also is a pain in the buttola because I am half blind and my eyes start to cross with the smaller pages. Oh by the way, I suck for being a non seeing, not so mechanically inclined individual that if forced to go the moon in a beanie weenie can would fail miserably only because I would eat the weenies and throw the can away. 

Okay so you see my point which is nothing. I am just trying to be funny. I think we need a laugh. Watch wrestling that's a laugh. 

Happy Wednesday!

Dusty

Words are Power

In light of the recent events on Friday, I am sure there will be a lot of blogs that will be writing their feelings on the tragedy that occurred in Newton, Connecticut. I actually have only watched portions of the coverage because as a mother myself, it is too close to my heart to endure or even fathom what the parents and community are going through, so I want to say this about it and let you ponder.

Watching the message of Emilee Parker's daddy talk about what a wonderful child she was was heart felt, but the one thing that stuck out was when he said, that his heart and his condolences go out to the shooter's family for he knows they are grieving and trying to make sense of this tragedy. 

How profound a message is that? That someone who's lost his daughter in this great sadness also knows there is another side that even though you want to blame, you grieve for they to are trying to make sense of it as well. 

I took away from that only a heart full of faith and forgiveness and that when we want to blame others when we are hurting, we sometimes just can't until all of the pieces of the puzzle fit together. A father, a family who lost something so precious reached out and said, you are hurting too. Powerful. That's the only thing I can write. Powerful. 

Think about that message because its deeper than you or I can probably understand.

Love,

Dusty

Hot Tamale.. Life's A Dance

Hot Tamale! Hot! Hot! I love fresh meat. I mean new blogs. I love new friends. I love that for Christmas I give you Stormy. She's gorgeous! In love with her soul mate and she's got a pretty schmancy blog. I am so happy to have her here. I know your going to want more. So, make sure you say hi and show her the love. 

 Well good morning ladies! How are you all today?

I'm Stormy and I blog over at Life's A Dance!

Let me tell you a bit about myself.

I'm a Wisconsin girl, born and bred. I love being
dressed up in heels and pearls but will jump in a waist deep mud pit to
rescue cows or ATV's if needed. Been there. Done that. No sweat. I
grew up in a city of 1,000 people and couldn't wait to leave. Now I'm
doing everything possible to get back. Funny how that happens ehh? I
am a Registered Nurse trying to find the specialty that's right for
me. I'm thinking babies, kiddos or mommas having babies. Right now I'm
working on a {crazy busy} medical floor and learning lots. I am also a daughter, a sister, and a brand new wife! That's right I recently tied the knot with the love of my life!

09.15.12 <3

  Best day of my life ever!

For more about our wedding head on over and 

keep an eye out for recaps! Never know when they'll pop up ;) 

The hubs and I celebrated our marriage with a week in the Mexican sand at The Valentin Imperial Maya in Riveria Maya, Mexico. 

Complete and utter bliss! We both didn't want to come home! We slept in an ocean front room-waking to the sounds of waves. We ate FAR too much food, soaked up tons of warm sunshine and enjoyed each others company. After the hustle and bustle of the wedding it's nice to be away and alone with each other! We loved it so much that we're planning on spending our 

first anniversary there as well!

  And now? We're continuing to adjust to married life back home. 

 Spending as much time as possible with each other, our family and our friends. Life is much more fun married though I'm not entirely sure why. Maybe it's because we've gone and done more things in the past month than we have in the 4 1/2 years that we've been together. Strange right? But, one of our favorite things though is low key nights at home. Our couch, popcorn, a good movie and cuddles have been some of the best nights as of late. And of course these two like to get in on the cuddles as well: 

That's the duo that completes our little family. 

Macy is our yellow lab. She's four years old and is 100% laid back and mellow {as long as mom and dad are around anyway}. She could play fetch all day long and has an energy level that rivals a childs! NEVER ENDING! And her appetite? 

Much like mine...we eat, and eat, and eat, and eat.

 And the little one one the right? That's Millicent or Millie for short. She's 3 1/2 years old and a little spitfire. She's the head of the house and a diva for sure! That little girl will whine in winter if the heat isn't turned up high enough {and promptly snuggles in a ball the minute you turn it to her liking} and you'd better leave some room for her when cuddling or she'll be right up in your face {blocking the tv of course} until you make her some room. She's got the most unique personality I've ever encountered in a dog. 100% total diva!While there are times we'd like to scream they both bring loads of joy to our lives and make our {new} little family complete. And that is me in a nutshell friends. 

So, come on over and visit!

Bring a good drink {cappuccino and margaritas are my favs},

 kick back and relax awhile. I'd LOVE to get to know each and everyone of your pretty faces! 



And a HUGE thanks to Dusty for letting me invade her blog for the day

With loads of love

Blog  Twitter  Facebook

See bomb dot com. Go see her and leave her love here as well, if ya want. Remember Elf on the Shelf is watching.

Happy Thursday,

Dusty

The Purty Issue 2012

A few weeks ago I gave you the best of 2012 beauty. This week the Tater Queen is giving you what I found or find to be the best in accessories and shoes. 

Accessories

The bubble necklace - Good gawd I haven't jumped on this bandwagon yet, but everyone had this little bobble. In any color imaginagable. I shall endulge at some point.

Arm Candy- this year was all about the Mr. T starter kit. If you could pile it on one arm up to your elbow this was the ticket.

Michael Kors watch - I am sure that if you are a fashion blogger and loaded you had this watch. It is on my wish list, but in gold. I like the silver. 

Scarves - If you don't have at least 10 you better go get some. I have two hangers literally full. I personally like the homemade knit ones and my friend Lorraine is a master. I have about 6 she has made me and wear them constantly. Scarves are an any time of year accessory.

Michael Kors handbag - This has to be one the most pinned items on Pinterest. I would love it to be on my arm but I hear it sold out. Who cares! Find it and send it to me.

Shoes

Old Navy Flip Flops - Every color. You choose. Flip flops were a necessity this summer. I myself have four different colors.
Hooker Heels - Every woman whether you can walk or break your neck in them should own a pair of heels. I wear these with jeans and they rock. Thank you Lauren Conrad.
Converse - Trusty Chuck Taylors. I love mine. I have a blue pair and white is on my wish list. Fun is what these tennies are and cool is what you really are when you wear them.
Flats - I do not own a pair of Leopard flats. I have some wedges and they are pretty hot. But these were everywhere this year even in the winter the chicks are diggin' them.
Moto boots - Love Love Love!  You can dress these up anyway you choose. With leggings, skinny jeans or shorts. A little bit sexy and a lot rock n roll.

Hunter Boots - Did you really think I was going to let a post go without mentioning the best gift ever. Just get them. I don't care if you live in 110 degree heat. They are Hot Snot. And they just came out with the color mint. Ready Set Go!
Riding Boots - Everyone needs a pair of riding boots. These are on my wish list. These are a little pricey from Frye but riding boots with a sweater, a scarf and some jeans tucked in snug with some socks and you can't go wrong day or night.

There you have what I found hot this year and some things I wish for. Tell me what shoes and accessories you continued to go back to this year or in 2013.

Happy Wednesday,

Dusty

Giving is the Gift

I try my best to be a giving soul. Whether it be supporting my friends or to other people with gifts. I love the fact that you can give to someone and make them feel special. I do not always have the type of monetary expense for high priced things, but it doesn't matter. If you give something to someone it's from your heart and that truly is all that matters. The last two years I have organized the Christmas functions at my office. Last year after much thought whether to have a function at the office where we exchange gifts, I decided that even though I bitch and moan about my lack of salary in most cases we all do, I felt it was necessary to give back. After speaking to one of the girls in the office about my idea of the Angel Tree, she shared with me the joys of actually working for the organization; how it worked and it was a dunzo deal.

Last year, we gave to a lucky boy and girl the ages of six. This year it was the ages of seven. Researching which children to pick is heart breaking and you wouldn't believe how many children all over just your own state may not even get a Christmas present. The one thing that broke my heart is reading about how some of these children just wanted blankets for their beds. I wept. Here I set in my home with all my troubles that surround me, yet it seems so trivial to the outside world. Yes, I am still probably going to continue to be all funkified until I go through my stages of why, what for and how come? Yet, I think about it and these children do the same only in a different way. We believe in a tradition that if you are good Santa will come. These children believe it and yet may not receive it and then they wonder what did I do? To think that some of these children just wished for warmth like a coat or a blanket. Identified only by ID numbers and a first name. I can't imagine. Can you?

So, with all my heart I am not only pleased to organize such a simple task, but my co-workers helped and this year, we sent a box full of toys, coloring books, crayons, note pads, clothes and yes, coats for each child. I have a son. I know that I will always go without whether it be food, clothing or fun to see him provided for and the one lesson I teach him is that there are children his age that don't have what he has, so he is never to judge and to always share. That was proven this year when a child in his class didn't have money to buy a book at the book fair and The Kid spent his money to do so. I am most proud of that.

Santa will come this year for Janee and Corey. I only wish I could see their faces as they open their gifts. I only wish that their days become easier. I only wish that they to grow up and become Angel Tree donors and give back to an organization that helped them. I only wish them love and peace in their hearts. I only wish that their past doesn't dictate their future and they grow into beautiful adults. I only wish they be children with no worries just laughter. My wish is to always feel that all of us keep giving in some way. As a blogging community, we offer giveaways, free stuff and we sign up and take our chances at winning. How about reverse that and if you win give your gifts to someone who may need them. A struggling mother who may need a beautiful necklace for a job interview. A gift card to a deserving family who many need food on their tables or buy their own children just the necessities such as school supplies or pajamas. While I am not the most famous blogger on the internet but this is why I have a hard time participating in these things because I feel I am not worthy when I know there are other people that probably deserve it more than myself. I know all you bloggers out there just went, Dusty is twacked! It's free stuff dude! But it's true and I have said it to more than one of my blogging friends. 

Thank you to my co-workers for participating. Thank you to the Salvation Army Angel Tree Organization and thank you to these two awesome children. You have no idea who we are, but we wish you a Merry Christmas.

 and yes the damn tree is leaning

Happy Tuesday, make someone's day would ya for me!

Dusty

A Story As Told By..

Last night, we attended a Christmas program at The Kid's school. Part of the program was base on literacy and the kids had to write stories about their parents. This is what he wrote about his mom and dad......

-She is small.. (thank you, extra dollar allowance)

-She see's lots of birds (no clue)

-She can't find her boots. (hmmm)

-She tries to swing. (he knows I am not athletic obviously)

-She is cute and slapiy. (again, no clue. when i asked he said he can't read it)

-She feels like poo.

Yes, that's right. My kid wrote for the whole world to see that his mom feels like poo. I looked at him and said, "what an imagination you have." His teacher then intervened and said, "maybe he wrote that on a day you didn't feel well." I wanted to say, "do you think that I am just a total whackadoodle now? And I won't even tell you what he wrote about his dad. Okay, I will.

-Dad is strong.

-His back hurts.

-He cannot get up.

-It is unbowelable.

-He is not happy.

I don't feel so bad. Talking to his little friend who is from England's mom, he wrote, his dad was the devil. 

So there you have it, from one seven year old kid, to the whole world, thank you for announcing that your parents are apparently total whack jobs. But I do find this somewhat humorous.

Good gawd people, Happy Friday. 

Dusty

Hot Tamale..Mom Fitting It all In

Hot Tamale in the city! This beautiful lady is a hero! She's a mommy, working, raising children, fantastic wife and she fits it all in day to day. I swear I don't know how she does it and is gorgeous to boot. She loves to cook, she's a book lover and she gives the best advice. She is one to admire and everyone should get to know her. I am so lucky to say she's a friend.

Hi my name is Sharee' and I blog over at momFITting it all in. I am a mom, I am a wife, I am a full-time out of the house worker trying to FIT it all in while making healthy active choices for myself and my family. Everything I do - I do because I love my kids, my hubby and ME (a realization that is getting easier for me to accept). So come and join me on this journey. I am open to advice, ideas and laughter.

the hubster

the fanstic fam

Blog

So, go over and say hello and you can say hello here as well. It's Christmas and we want to show our spirit. 

Happy Hot Tamale Day, Dusty

The Big Three Zero Zero!

This is my 300th post. Can you believe it? Three hundred. For three hundred days, I have graced you with the biggest amount of bullshit one can dish out. And you still come back and still tell friends and I am amazed that I seriously have anything insightful to say which most days I don't. But like throwing a little dog a lamb chop, you understand my madness and to say I am grateful is an understatement. So with this big whopper of a post I thought I would give you another installment of Bleep Dusty Says. The last one I labeled "Shit Dusty Says" and like my milkshake it brought all the weirdo's to da yard. So here we go! 

Someone asked me what I wanted for Christmas and my answer was, "I looked in the Sears Christmas catalog and I don't see where you can order Carrie Underwood's legs. The catalog is a rip off."

After expressing my opinion on why I unfollowed another blogger because of a racist tweet, I summed it up by saying, "well, I couldn't handle her trailer park roots, she gave new meaning to ombre."

A co-worker called to see if any of our guys in the office participated in Movember. I said, "I found it discriminatory but I participated anyway. I seriously dulled my razor after one leg. The hair was so long I am sure the tattoo of my son's same started to include other letters of the alphabet."

We have two guys in our office named Joe. We refer to one as Asian Joe. Someone called for him and I was like huh? She said his first name which is something sorta unpronouncable. I said, "oh, yeah, that's Asian Joe." She said, "what part of Asian is he from?" I said, "hell if I know, somewhere with rice." 

"I don't care if my asshole grows bear fur, I will never getting another Brazillian wax again!" That was a convo about anal bleaching. Yeah, one thing led to another.

So, there ya have it. I know three hundred posts and that's all I got. I can tell you while I am typing this my dog just farted and it seriously stinks so bad, that if you want me to post 301 times, I must clear out. She's 14, her butt and breath both have the same scent. 

Shoot the confetti and blow the horns,

Dusty

A Cleansing Soul

Last week was not ordinary. I felt off. I couldn't wait for the weekend. Counting down the days felt like a million hours. I read blogs but sometimes couldn't find anything meaningful to say. Friday at 4 pm I am fairly certain I looked like the road runner and got the heck out of the office and bee lined it to pick up Ian like I do every day and we grabbed a bite and came home. I sat on the couch with the iPad and Pinterest'd my brains out. There is something about looking at stuff that makes me happy. Saturday, I watched football, ate some of my favorite things because I am starting a 30 day challenge and just enjoyed being at home. 

I have become somewhat of a home body. I feel claustrophobic if I get around a crowd of people. I don't know if its just I feel like everyone is thinking of what I look like, how I am doing, they want to ask but they don't, how's my life, blah blah. So, I avoid it. I am sure that will change but right now I am comfortable in my own little safe haven. 

Sunday, because my presh puppy Libby aka Lou Lou thinks that she's everyone's alarm clock got me up at 6 am. I went back to sleep and at 8:30 I arose from the bed, made coffee and thought about the day. Oh, and I decided to go outside my box and buy a new coffee creamer. I use milk, but with all the holiday selections thought it would be good to try the Salted Caramel Mocha. Total fail. I didn't like it. But I am going to try the White Chocolate flavor and if its not pleasing, then back to the regular- milk and sugar. 

At 9:30 am, I began to clean. The more I cleaned the more intense it became. I am one of those people that if I get upset or really mad I clean. I wasn't either, but felt the need after last week to just declutter. I washed all the laundry, folded it and put it away.  Like ALL of it. Things that have been in baskets for months. I mean socks became reunited with their mates. I love match making. I threw things away, cleaned my sons room top to bottom. Vacuumed until the floor couldn't be any cleaner. I was on my hands and knees cleaning the carpets of dirty spots and then hands and knees again cleaning the bathroom floors. For some reason, I found it freeing. A different kind of cleanse and not in a crapping my brains out sorta of way. I bagged up clothes to give to my cousin for her little boy, threw away things that were not mine but hey, shoulda took em when ya left, right? I swept and swept the hardwoods and with every stroke I felt better and better. I was also sweating my galls off (my new word for girl balls, you gotta grow a set sometime in your life.)

By 3 pm, I was worn out. I probably can't move today, but it honestly felt so good. The windows open, the fresh air, no sounds except the wind. Maybe it's a start of healing, maybe its the start of renewal or maybe I just needed to clean the damn house. Probably the latter, but I felt like I had accomplished something that I haven't in such a while. 

So, while everyone is juice fasting and swallowing fish oil to rid their body of toxins, I cleaned house. I am hoping this sets the tone for the rest of the month. 

What do you do to cleanse your soul? Read a book, meditate, set in a round room and count the corners? 

Happy Monday,

Dusty