For Walter

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

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

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

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

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

Source: victoriassecret.com via Girls Love on Pinterest

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

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..

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

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

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

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

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

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...

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

Hot Tamale ..A Sweet Southern Mess

It's another Hot Tamale Thursday! I am loving this series. This week I have the adorable Anna from A Sweet Southern Mess. Anna is my adopted kid. Actually, I know how old she is so she could probably be my real kid as old as I am. She is delightful. I remember reading her blog for the first time thinking how sweet and wise she was for such a young age. This girl will go places, I don't doubt it for a second. I hope she never doubts herself because I think she's awesome and you will too. I remember telling her to blog for herself and no one else and her blog is growing. Enjoy friends and show Anna some love won'tcha?

Well hello to all of Dusty's lovely readers! My name is Anna and I am so very thankful for Dusty having me here today for my a guest post!! I blog about life and all of its happenings and findings at A Sweet Southern Mess so stop on by for all of the sweetness and sweet mess!

Here are a few things about me, myself, and the life behind the blog!

1. I am an Elementary Education major for a K-6 license! I am absolutely in love with teaching and cannot wait to have my own classroom soon! I have a 1.5 semesters of classes and student teaching left along with 5 praxis and an exit exam so wish me luck!

2. There is someone in my life that you will read about all the time. He is the love of my life, my boyfriend of the past 2 and a half years, and my best friend! His name is Kyle and he is such a wonderful person. I am truly blessed to have him in my life and I can’t wait to spend forever with him.

3. No matter what, I am ALWAYS thinking about food! It has to be a big problem eventually but it’s not right now. Thank you high metabolism! I love trying new foods, cooking, and baking!

4. I also love to make things. I have a Pinterest but that is not where I get all of my inspiration from. I love to craft, paint, and sew…even though I’m not very good at it! There is just something about being crafty and making such amazing products that sends me into a fit of happiness! Follow me if you wish!

5. I am a Catholic convert and I absolutely love everything about being Catholic. I try my hardest to be a good Catholic and pray even harder. God is my everything and I do everything through him and with his guidance.

6. I love all animals. Especially the baby ones! They are all so precious! I wish that I could have my own zoo! (A little extreme I know)

7. I have a pet turtle named Sparky Budroe McGuire. I made a video of him! :) Yes, he has Kyle's last name. It just fit better than mine. I've had him for well over a year and love him dearly! He was the size of a half dollar when I got him and now he is bigger than a Whopper from Burger King!

8. I have an obsession with organizing and cleaning. I cannot function in my room without it being cleaned and organized in a certain way. Problematic at some crucial times, yes, but at least I'm not the exact opposite and a huge slob!

9. I love being from Tennessee and all that being southern entails! Camo, sweet tea, fried foods, fishing/hunting, and bless your heart! It's all me and I wouldn't have it any other way!

10. I was a cheerleader for 5 years and a gymnast for 7 years. I loved every second of it. I wish I could still cheer now but I had a bad injury and all that is over now. Just so you know, ripping your hamstring is the worst pain anyone can ever go through.

11. I absolutely love to blog! I love making new friends and sharing all of my exciting and eventful life happenings. I feel some sort of release when I blog and to see comments from my followers saying that they agree or understand is so thrilling to me. I went through a phase where it was hard for me to be accepted and I hated it. I started blogging and realized that there were more people in this world than the ones that will bring me down.

12. Speaking of, I will blog about very profound things occasionally. I love to share quotes, theories on life, and what I'm feeling. I am only 22 but I have had a life full of experiences. I want to make a difference in the world and I don't want a single soul to experience the heartache that I have in the recent past.

13. I love to cook. Did I mention that already? Oh my gosh I love to cook! Partially because I love to eat but I also love to cook for others! Kyle loves it too, of course.

14. My TV is always on The Weather Channel, Disney Channel, or ABC Family. I'm a girl of variety I know.

Contact me any way you desire!

Pinterest/Twitter/Email

See isn't she awesome? Umm, yes I thought so. Click her link above or over in the side bar and take a peak. Thank you Anna for sharing your story and best wishes on everything you dream! I love ya!

There's more Hot Tamale's to come. I have some great posts coming up in the next week, so stick around. You don't want to miss them and if you would like to take part in the series just send me an email.

Happy Thursday,

Dusty

Color Block This

Ok, so Wednesday's are normally my fashion, beauty and everything girly days. I am a magazine addict. I am obsessed with Hunter boots.. Addict and Obsession, I am justifying a difference (work with me). So, Since January I have bought a ton of mags usually on Sunday when I go to the place I loathe, the grocery, I pick up a new one. I actually had to cut back on my consumption because I felt guilty for all the paper and the poor trees. But I do my part, I pass them along to someone else to throw away so I don't feel so bad. Continuing on... None of the magazines have been worth a flip in my opinion. But I have a pretty classic style. I don't venture outside my box too often. I am a belle and its hard for me to pair stripes and polka dots together, but I am working on it. 

One of the trends I seem to have a slight problem with is color blocking. When I first heard it I thought of the wooden blocks my kid used to play with as a baby and that I threw away promptly after stepping on them repeatedly (those bitches hurt). Hmmm, that maybe why he has problems spelling and gosh, terrible again, I didn't recycle wood.

I am not a neon kind of girl. Although Shannon sent me a pic of some lime green Hunters yesterday, ummm love! But purple and orange together, pink and orange, red and yellow. It just seems like I should be doing an exercise on color association in a psychiatrists office to see if I need to be committed. I am not saying I don't like it. I am just saying that I am not sure I could pull it off, but I am digging some things. So here it is...

these shoes could seriously change my mind on the trend

I dig them...alot

Source: blogs.marieclaire.co.uk via Girls Love on Pinterest

I would be more apt to do this and am seriously thinking about it

for a party I have to go to this weekend

note to self, spray tan

and chop off her legs and glue to my body

Source: marionberrystyle.blogspot.com via Girls Love on Pinterest

I like this but I fear of looking like a Christmas tree package

just add a bow

Source: carolina-prep.tumblr.com via Girls Love on Pinterest

this is the one area I totally love the color blocking idea

a mix matched bikini

what a bod, i hope her face is ugly

Source: thefancy.com via Girls Love on Pinterest

So, what do you think of the trend? I know, I am a little behind on this topic. Every fashion blog from here to France has posted about it, but I am too busy being funny people. 

All images are found on my Pinterest. I hope you "blocked" out a little time to give me your thoughts. I would love some inspiration from my friends.

Color me bad!

Dusty

So its sorta wrong?

I didn't have a chance to do an Easta post- I love Yankee talk. So I thought I would share a few memories and ask your opinion. 

First, we had a great time. No liquor this Easta. We chilled and had a laid back kind of day except, the kids of course hunted eggs and then we let them pelt each other with water balloons. I mean seriously what is more loving then bombarding your cousin in the face with a water balloon?

This is how we roll

My kid standing over a sprinkler letting water shoot up his butt

We call this redneck bidet 

So if you follow me on Instagram (@dustydalley), you know I baked a strawberry cake.

This is my sweet Libby Lou. She's a yellow lab. She is two years old. Isn't she precious?

So, I went to the bathroom to wipe my kids butt, and I find the little beauty above on the counter apparently having dessert. I, of course, went bananas and was almost in tears because it was 9 pm no way to make another cake. I decided to...

Cut out where she ate the top of it, frost it and that's right I took it to the family Easta lunch and served it up. Hey, they say a dog's mouth is cleaner than a humans. A little dog lip never hurt nobody right? Or is this really wrong? Oh, come on, it was delish!

Happy Tuesday!

Dusty

PS...they totally ate it!