Fun Follies

It's Friday and I would like to thank the cavemen for etching in stone the days of the week. Of course, I have no idea if they are the makers of our calendar but I suspect that it had to come from somewhere. This week has been a doozy. I have needed some laughter in my life. My mind has been all over the place this week. Like when I play jacks I forget to bounce the ball. I mean who really plays jacks not me. So, I went straight to Pinterest and found some ecards. These made me laugh out loud.

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And finally,

Have a great weekend!

Dusty

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The 2012 Purty Issue

So the other night I couldn't sleep. Insomnia has the best of me sometimes and at 1 am I was watching Oprah and the episode where she gives away her favorite things at Christmas. No, I am not giving away this stuff but I thought it would be fun to let you in each week on what I found fantastico this year. We all see things or blogs and think, what products do they use, how do they do their hair, oh, I love that outfit and even though most of us link back to things its fun to share some of the personal things in our lives that we use or want in a 6 year old at Christmas kind of way. This week is Beauty and the in between. So here's the Tater Queens picks of 2012.

The Bombshell Sultra Wand - WISH LIST but at $130 smacks I will dream, but read the reviews on it. Amaze!

Beyond the Zone Noodle Head Curl Enhancer - said it once I say it again, the bomb for beachy waves. (side note..I used this Thanksgiving Day and Saturday my hair still had body to it).

Hard Candy Glamoflauge Concealer - Awesome coverup and cheap! A little goes a long way. Psst. Go 2 Walmart.

St. Tropez Bronzing Lotion - used this for years. It gives a perfect cocoa color not orange and they make this remover to get the yuck off your hands afterwards. 

OPI Nail LacQuer in I Brake For Manicures - I like dark colors on my toes and this is a must. A little black, a little dark gray and a little plum.

Urban Decay Naked 2 - WISH LIST - I have NAKED and love it so much I want to have the 2 palette.

Sephora Microsmooth Baked Blush in Guava Glow - I like this. A little pink a little peach and a faint glow. A little goes along way.

NYX Megashine Lipgloss in Nude Peach - I am a lipgloss fanatic. Sad and true I have probably over 40. But I have a few I always turn to and this is one of them. I LOVE this color and they are cheap like $5 bucks and Ulta usually runs a special buy one get another half price. Do it!

Revlon Photo Ready Foundation - I used to be a MAC girl but economy forced me try different things. I have been using this for about two weeks and I honestly love it. Smooth I don't look washed out in photos. Apply with makeup brush. 

Olay Anti Wrinkle Cream 2+1 Day Serum - I truly believe any woman at the age of 30 should start using some type of anti aging formula especially if you seek the sun. This is the bomb. Its light, smooth and fills in the creases. 

Olay Pro X Cleansing Brush - Yes, the Clarisonic is awesome but this is a cheaper alternative at $30 smacks and I alternate the anti aging wash with my regular deep cleanser because I have combo skin. I noticed a difference in a week.

Burberry London - My scent. I probably will never change. I love it that much.

Bath and Body Butter Warm Vanilla Sugar - I love this stuff. Not only does it smell devine, it is silky smooth and leaves your legs shiny for that cute mini or shorty shorts.

There you have it. My Beauty picks for 2012. Yes, there probably is a lot more but these are the one's that I go to and a few I wish for. Come back next week for more of my favorite things in Fashion 2012.

So what are your picks? I love stuff, give me the 411.

Happy Wednesday,

Dusty

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I Thunk It

It’s just Tuesday folks. Plain ole day of the week with a letter T. My mind has been going like a Ferris wheel with a hamster on it. So I am going to just throw a few things at you. Like last week, if you are reading this again, then you survived the dodge ball blog of stupid. So here are some more things I felt I should share.

Twenty four days left until Christmas. Pretty exciting until my child informed me that he wanted an Xbox for Christmas. Whaaaaaaaaaat? You just got a Wii. But that was sooooo two years ago. So Santa, better be hookin’ Mrs. Claus out, dolla make her holla, because those things are expensive.

Have you ever noticed that people that get arrested for DUI never smile in their mugshots? How ironic is that? They were smiling an hour before they got arrested, didn’t have a care in the world, dancing on tables, fancy bar, good friends, cheap cigars and then the Debbie Downer. Wouldn't it be hilarious if someone just gave the biggest grin in the world. Cheeeeezzzz!!!!!!!!!! Like model posed for their mug shots? I would love it. Can someone please get a DUI and do this for me? Double dog dare ya.

Why do women need botox? I have found that if I eat half a bag of salted kettle chips within an hour, I am swollen up like a balloon. So people in Hollywood are wasting their money. Seriously, I know it’s hard for you to eat a morsel, but save yourself some money, gorge on a bag of Lay’s Potato Chips and you will look like a lion faced figure in no time.

So have you ever just been a crap head about things that really should not mean a hill of beans? Like I am one of those kind of people that have always said I have a list of about 20 people that I would like to go back and tell them just what I thought. To ex boyfriends to mean girls, ex bosses etc. Well, this weekend I was carousing Facebook and this guy that I went to high school with is now dating this girl and I seriously didn't recognize her because it’s been like 20 years. So I texted another friend to ask if it was her and sure enough it was. Then I looked at her and I studied it. And I seriously want to say, “oh, look daddy’s rich girl, little miss homecoming queen, who has two kids by two different baby daddy’s is puffed up like a blowfish! Whopper with Cheese.  Little Miss Holier than thou can’t find the perfect mate after 20 years, give it a few more and you’ll have to go outside the community to find love?” There is nothing that gives me greater pleasure than to see girls that were serious little B’s to me or my friends not have the most perfect life and then on top of it too see that all the money in the world apparently can’t buy them enough material to buy a whole coat. I feel sorry for him when he takes her out to eat, she takes the word buffet seriously. Ugh!  Isn’t that the most awful thing in the world? I know. Terrible thoughts. Well, I mean really don’t give me that crap, you have thought a time or two about someone even skinnier or prettier. But then I realize that my muffin isn't all its cracked up to be and my life isn't as perfect and sometimes all the riches in the world can't buy you love.

Well, that’s it. I am over it. Another day. Probably the longest week ever after the time off. But it is what it is. I mean look on the bright side, jail is a terrible option for a hypocritical down and out homecoming queen.

Happy Tuesday,

Dusty

Turkey Wrap It Up

Thanksgiving came and went. I thought I would be a pig but I decided to wear these jeans that were a little tight thinking it would detour me from gorging myself. It only caused my muffin to bulge a little more to make the button on my pants dig into my stomach and make for an uncomfortable ride home from my mothers. Way to go reverse psychology. Loser!

But it was a good day considering my situation and I have so much to be thankful for. So, I wrapped up the holiday with four days off from work which seemed to not be long enough and got into the holiday spirit.

Friday kicked off the decorating of the tree. I love my tree. It always makes me happy for the season. It's a hodgepodge tree and I have a whole story about it, but that's for later. I also love my little reindeer, Ralphie, Finn and Hazel. I will beat a dawg down over these little fellas. They are my DON'T TOUCH just look decor.

Then Saturday night was topped off by a good ole fashion dance party. That's right. I love a good dance party. When Ian was even smaller I would play CD's and we would dance like crazy just randomly. I can remember swinging him through my legs like we were at a good sock hop. My cousin Rachel and her kids came to the slumber party, it was great fun. Well, all except four screaming, eventually fighting kids proved to be maddening. But I wouldn't trade it for the world.

That's right. Moves Like Jagger. My cousin ran out and bought Just Dance 3 for $7.99 at Best Buy. She and I decided to do the LMFAO Party Rock Anthem and by the time we got done I thought I needed to shuffle to the ER. We high fived each other for making it all the way through it and collapsed. I made my famous bread bowl. It was delish and that little turkey was made with love. 

All and all it was a great holiday. So great in fact I thought I would let you see for yourself the moves on these kids. Here's a little Funkytown. It's only a minute long. Enjoy!

Hope your festivities were splendid! Bring on the Santa baby!

Dusty

Gobble Gobble

Happy Turkey Day Friends
from
All of us at GLFP
which means there's just one of us
well me n the Kid

Have a great day of thanks and bring on the fat pants!
Dusty

Charlie's Angel

Did you know that there are 427,000 beachy wave tutorials on Google? Don't fret. You're not going to get a Live ass tutorial from me. Because I speak in 16 syllable intervals, a 2 minute video would turn into a half an hour. But since several of you have asked me about how I do my hair, I will try to sum it up. 

I myself sat one Saturday for hours and researched these such tutorials. Then this one on Makaila's blog appeared and became a life savor. I have naturally curly hair. It's beast like, but I straighten it most days because I am a lazy heifer.  But if I go out this is how I usually do my hair. Charlie's Angel fighting crime like.

But my secret because I live in the south with the humidity is this shitz right here (hold on it's coming). It works on curly or straight hair, thick or thin hair and it smells delish.

First, I blow dry my hair without any brushes or combs using only my fingers. Then I twist it into a bun at the base of my neck with an elastic and hold it for 15 minutes (or until I finish putting on my war paint). 

Then I spray my whole head and some individual strands with Beyond the Zone Noodle Head. This is the bomb dot com! It holds every wave in place and I can get up the next day and it's still curled although a hot mess.

Beyond the Zone Noodle Head link

Then because I was born a poor white child, I made my own clampless curling iron with a 1 inch iron I had. How? I just popped off the the little brackets that are held together by a spring. Yep, two seconds and I became the poster child for DIY and had my own redneck styling tool. Honey Boo Boo's mom take note.

I wrap sections around the curling iron and hold for 20 seconds. The key to my style is I do alternating directions holding the iron vertical some wrapped away from the face, some wrapped forward all the way down the barrel, holding the ends free. I do not touch the waves unless I need a little touch up.

I then take a little hair spray and spray all over, get dressed, then take my hands and make it messy, pulling my fingers from the roots up. I spray it with professional hold hair spray, not a lot but enough in the back because my hair is heavy and tends to lose curl in the back first. 

I like this because it's not perfect like me. And I am lucky because my hair will do anything. And the kicker is, this takes about 10 minutes.  So go check out the tutorial over at M's, get the Noodle Head at your local Sally's Beauty Supply or even order it, remember redneck curling iron and you will be joining me as the 428,000th blogger who has explained the art of beachy waves.

Until next time, I gotta go see Bosley and talk to Charlie now. I hear there is someone trying to rob the Piggly Wiggly of all the turkeys and I need to save the day for Thursday.

 Happy Big Hair people,

Dusty

Curveballs

I am just going to throw a bunch of stuff at you like curve ball and if you digest it, fantastic. If you leave here smarter, send me an email, we should talk  If you pass the word around then you are my new hero. And if all else fails, there is tomorrow and in the famous words of that redheaded girl, what was her name? Annie? "Tomorrow, Tomorrow. I love ya, tomorrow."

Last week I did a good deed. I offered a girl some words of comfort. I came out of the bathroom stall and there were two women standing at the sink. One was bawling her eyes out, the other asking her what happened and trying to get the story. After the non snot nosed girl walked out of the bathroom, I looked at the snot nosed girl and said, "this is why I work with mostly men, girls can sometimes be real bitches." To which such snot nosed girl proceeded to wail even louder and I cut a rug out the door. I tried.

I officially suck at Angry Birds. No really. I blame it on my astigmatism. I can't adjust the depth perception, so I end up crashing these birds into rocks or scoring hardly any points. I challenged my son the other night. His score 76,810. My score 1810. And why hasn't PETA raised three shades of hell about this game? Bird heads killing pigs. Oh, I am sure there will be people that will say, "It's the circle of life." I run from birds, I don't slingshot them into structures. All I know is this game drives me crazy. Pisses me off to zero end. I must master it and move to level II before Christmas.

I saw a teacher at The Kid's school last week with the skinniest legs I have ever seen in my life.  All I kept thinking was asparagus is bigger than her thighs. Swizzle sticks come to mind. Please eat beef. One swift kick with the end of my big toe and her legs would snap like twigs. Then I took a drink of my coffee setting in the car rider line and set a goal to achieve this look by 2013. 

Which brings me to Thanksgiving. Who the eff diets on Turkey Day? Not this Badonkadonk. I am thinking of finding a pair of old maternity jeans with the elastic  Just the thoughts of it make me wish it was already in my tummy. But then I get to drive home feeling like a busted can of biscuits. The misery, the gastro pains. Praying to baby Jesus that taking a poo will be painless and I will lose 27 point 4 pounds. Then I will realize on Friday..Hmm.. Left overs. Repeat process in own home.

That's it for this Monday. I trying to ex-sponge it all out of my head. I got more. But I will let you digest this for today. Here's hoping Miss Chopstick Legs eats a turkey thigh for Thanksgiving.

Dusty

Hot Tamale...Sealed With a Kay

So Yo! It's Thursday and that means Hot Tamale Day! This little chicolette is one of my fav's. We have gotten to know each other threw the blogland, but we also talk about our everyday lives. We have had some great family life convo's as well as helping each other understand this crazy thing called life. It's amazing when you find someone who's life sorta has been down some of the same path's as your's just miles away. I love this girl. She's beautiful and smart and she takes the most amazing pictures. She's always up for the 30 day challenge. So show her some love or else, she's going to whip out her numb chucks next.

Hey! I'm Kayla and I blog over at Sealed With a Kay, but I'm currently happy dancing over here. I feel very honored to be guest posting on Dusty's blog because I think she's the Hottest Tamale. Girls Love Fried Pickles was one of the first blogs I found at the start of blife (blog life) and I've been so glad I have ever since. What's the #1 reason? Dusty. Is. Hilarious. She cracks me up with her unique vocabulary. The amazing thing about her though, is that she's got a sweet side too, it's been a crazy year this year for me, Dusty's been there for me through sweet comments that have made me smile or laugh, and definitely brought a lot of sunshine into my life.

So, about me, well, I'm a mirror ninja, as you can see above. I work behind the scenes for an airline, I'm also a student currently studying psychology. I also live in one of the ghettos of downtown Houston, though not the ghetto you might be imagining. Along with the thugs, bums and tons of people who just seem to wander the streets at all hours (don't you guys have jobs?) we also have farm animals wandering the streets too. I've seen a horse, a few chickens, a rooster and a goat. I'm still waiting for some farm animal hoarder story to come out on T.V. about someone in my neighborhood. I also live with my boyfriend Mike, and our fur-child Zorra. Mike and I have been dating for just over 3 years, and I couldn't have found a better guy for me. He makes me laugh, he's very thoughtful and sweet, and inspires me to be my best-- he's also very easy on the eyeballs. *if ya know what I'm sayin' ;) Take a look for yourself:

My blog is about my life- our travel adventures, recipes, music, local events and crazy stories about my childhood. For example, what it was like growing up with mannequins. Or, the time I met my sister on Myspace. You won't find fashion posts, because I'm not fashionable, I had one of my closest friends tell me once that I had very plain taste...sort of like a grandma. So for your sake, and my own, I'll keep my granny-style to myself.

Come on by and say heyo, or HIYA! - I love new friends and interesting blogs to read.

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See Hot Snot huh! Go see her, follow along and leave her some love right here on this blog as well. And if you wanna be featured as a Hot Tamale, give me a shout!

Til Tomorrow,

Dusty

Lamest Post Ever

This post is brought to you by the Lamest Post Ever Committee. You know, the one where the blogger is on the verge of completing her certified application entry form to the nut house! I am hoping the entry questionnaire will be painless. I am just going to answer each question with a different color crayon that way it assures that I get accepted. If that doesn't work, then I am positive that if I tell them that I met up with Tweety Bird and we flew the coop, had drinks, did the electric slide and met up with Tom Cruise for a night of sliding around in our underwear, they may just by pass asking for consent and send me onto the padded room with just a little window in which I will pretend I see an ocean view. 

I am sure I will make a fashion statement in a white jacket. Those are lovely. It's a beautiful stiff fabric in which the material hugs you. You know makes you feel like your arms are wrapped around your favorite stuffed animal at the age of four and you never want to let go. 

I must let them know that I sometimes have insomnia and that I am sure the proper medication will help me sleep. I am requesting Benedryl, but I have heard that they use some type of little white pill. I will probably wake up refreshed, surrounded by a pond of lily pad's and daisy's and maybe, just maybe my mini vacay will have been worth the while. 

I am hoping they let me take one item. I mean hell even Survivor lets you take one luxury item. I pick my Hunters. That white jacket doesn't cover your feet and I like being warm.

See above? I am packed and all ready to go. I shouldn't be in the facility long. I mean really, a one hour therapy session and they are going to release me out into the real world because of excessive compulsive blabber. Shit, there are other people in the group that probably have it worse than me (they probably don't really see Tom Cruise). I am so lame. See Committee voted. Blah, blah, blah. Have you figured out yet, that I just made this crap up in five minutes because the last two days, I had nothing but a headache? Oh, good. Look Tweety Bird.. See ya!

Dusty

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I Took A Dump

What a great week. I was so full of it in fact I had to take a dump. A photo dump of course. Dirty minded people. Here's my story this week.

Strange things happen in life

You can choose to find the beauty in it

You can roll with the punches

or fight with all you have

either way, buckle up friends

it's my crazy ride

Find the beauty in the smallest things,

Have a great weekend!

Dusty

Hot Tamale..Holli's Hoots and Hollers

So, today is Hot Tamale day! I love this series because it gets to showcase my sweeties. This girl has won my heart over. She's a feisty bad ass. But really she has become a great friend and she's from Texas y'all. And we all know that I love my Texas girls. She's a great person on the inside and out and I want everyone to get to know her. Her blog is a little bit of this and that (check out her Halloween party). Plus, she'd be good to have on your side if ever in a bar brawl. Here's Holli's take on tattoos...

Hi,I’m Holli from Holli's Hoots and Hollers and I have 3 tattoos and I’m about to get 2 more. I’m 44 years old and I’m not too concerned about what they’ll like look when I’m old.  Tattoos are not for everyone and I get that. One thing about being my age is that I’m not set out anymore like I was is my 20’s to impress everyone. My tattoos are for me and me only. They mean something and I am proud of all of them.  I am corporate trainer that stands in front of large groups of employees every day and 2 of my tattoos are visible. I have a toe ring tattoo on my right foot and a cross with Jesus fish all around my left ankle. My very first tattoo was when I was 19 on my booty. I wont be sharing that pic with you. J  Luckily, my boss has not made me wear bandaids, pants, or close toed shoes to conceal them. I believe that companies and people in general are becoming more tolerant of tattoos now.  Especially in the workplace if you don’t flaunt them or they’re not offensive.

Look around now and see many actors, actresses, models, NFL players, etc showing tattoos. We’ve come a long way since the late 1800’s when people would go to the circus to see the Tattooed Lady.

It’s not just for sailors, biker gangs, and tribe’s in 3^rd world countries anymore. Now I will say that I read a statistic that over 80% of the American prison population is tattooed. At last I’ll fit in fine should something bad happen and I find myself sharing a small closet size room  and a roommate that can bench press me and makes me take the top bunk. Tattoos are a form of personal expression and a way to share sentimental feelings or tributes to loved ones.

One of my next tattoos I’m getting is going to be very special to me. Both of my parents are both pretty young but neither of them are in good health.  My mother has a very small Raven tattoo on her left side that she got when she turned 50.  I’m going to have the exact same Raven tattooed on me. My dad is an amazing musician and can play guitar and piano wonderfully. SO, I’m wanting to incorporate a music note of some sort around the raven. This way I have something that represents both my parents but nothing cheesy like the words Mom and Dad.  Any creative artists out there- I’m open to suggestions.

The funny thing is that I do ride a Harley and have grown up around bikers all my life. My tattoos are not because I have to fit into the biker community. I just happen to fit into that stigma. HA! I am also thinking seriously about having my eyelids tattooed. Wouldn’t  it be so cool to wake up and not have to put on eyeliner? A few of my friends had it done and they love it. Anyway, i’m hoping that there is less judging as we progress and more accepting of people and primarily women with tattoos. I can really be one of the best friends you can have so don’t judge my by little ink on my body here and there.

It's a tulip- i had it facing out (upside down)

My ankle band

Heidi Klum

Kate Moss

I love her and you will too. She's really a funny chick and you will love getting to know her. So go over and Holler at her and leave her some love here too and give her a virtual hug from me!

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Happy Thursday,

Dusty

Lumberjack Style

Tater Queen here and since, I received my faboo Hunter boots all I can think about is how to style them. I know it's a little crazy but pinkyswear totally true. But, I also am looking forward to winter season because I like being cozy. My mom took me shopping for my birthday and this is what I got.

I am for some reason really into flannel shirts this year. I am positive this will not be my only purchase and poncho's. Put this beauty with a white cotton turtleneck or button down  underneath and I am all set for chopping wood. Well, that won't happen but I could at least look smashing at a cabin in front of a cozy fire with my Hunters on of course.

What's your go to cozy cabin style?

Happy Wednesday,

Dusty

PS..I know you want to see me in those fantab boots, but the weather isn't cooperating here.

Booty No So Licious

Recently I have felt the urge to clean and declutter. This usually isn't a good sign in my house because it means I throw out things that probably shouldn't enter the dump zone, but oh, well, see ya later. I also have had this heavy heart about the hurricane victims and their needs, but then I also think about the people around me that struggle every day without a national disaster.

So, I was doing laundry Sunday and notice that a few of my drawers, okay the undies drawer, was a little overfull. I have no clue why, I wear the same 10 pair in rotation after washing. You all know I refuse to wear thongs, so I wondered what in the world that could be making this drawer a tight fit. I pulled it all the way out and discovered mounds of underwear from when I was super skinny to pregnancy until now. I am not a hoarder. I have no idea why they were in there, but then I came across three pairs of these cotton like shorts from Victoria's Secret.

Hmm, I obviously bought these for a reason. I obviously had the money to purchase them. I obviously figured out why I never wore them. It clicked. I did wear one pair, one time. See back in the day, it was the style to either go commando or see your panty lines. I chose neither at that time. My wassa naked in blue jeans with a zipper doesn't sound sexy. You need to provide some type of knight and shining armour for these parts. I thought that these booty shorts would be great for no lines. You know Dirty Sexy Cool for a girl out "in da club."

I am stupid. My ass couldn't handle all that material. My butt cheeks hung out the sides. Even at 115 pounds I had a little puff in my tuff. So all they did  was roll up to the center of my crack and then for hours on end until I got home, I became a sumo wrestler. And of course, I walked like I had a wine cork up my butt in a make shift diaper thanks to the careful planning of VS. There are only so many times you can pull your pants out of your crack with normal underwear, but having to roll out the booty shorts one leg at a time takes strategic planning. It's a covert operation to try and get the homemade washrag out of your hind parts, then set back down and not move until time to go home. I am pretty sure I  gave up and just stuck my hands down the back of my pants and pulled it out. Don't worry I did it in the most lady like way possible. Probably not.

As I look at these booty suckers, I think for at least a hot minute I will keep them. Since I am venturing out into single land, I may want to feel hot snot. I tried them on.  Looked in the mirror and after 10 plus years of these things being in my drawer, I looked like a Spaniard in a Speedo. It was a sight for sore eyes. Hell, even my own corneas couldn't handle it. I turned to the side and realized I looked like a well done burger with Swiss cheese. I forgot to apply self tanner to the back of my legs. Jillian Michaels would sign me up for some type of bootcamp that required a reversal IV of the intake of fat the last years of my life.

I peeled them off, decided that $30 smacks for underwear at the time, provided so many wonderful memories that I put them in my cleaning basket. I love fancy dust rags and hot damn if I just didn't create a do it yourself project. How to take your old booty shorts and make them into cleaning supplies. Where do I sign up for Shark Tank?

Happy Tuesday,

Dusty

Reflect on This

I think I have finally recovered from being a total lunatic. But I can say without a doubt, it has been one of the best birthday weeks. The shock of it still lingers but to say a thousand thank you's wouldn't be enough.

I realize that I can't watch that video because it just starts it all over again. It's like Cheech and Chong trying to recover from the Mary Jane. You know that if they saw a big fattie it would put them right back in a fog, so I just refuse.

But, I see that it's just not about these boots. I received a gift. A gift of friendship. I have so many people that I speak with every day either via text, email, Facebook twitter etc. I realized that it's so much more than that. All of us come together to support each other and with what? Words. We feel in our hearts, yet some of us have never met. Miles separate us but we find a way to communicate, feel for each other when we are in pain, love each other and all we have seen are stories and pictures but we know each other. 

I have some great friends here that I love and I have great friends that I have never met. How does that happen? I started my blog as a little memory book for the kid. It is a true reflection of who I am. There's nothing fake about it. It's my crazy life. But it's also mostly about being my true self. I am a jokester. I like to tell about funny things. Things in my head that have no rime or reason yet you come back and read the nonsense. I think we attach ourselves to things that we know are familiar and relateable. 

What I am trying to say is, I have no clue how I deserved all of this, but I am so grateful for it. I have these wonderful people in my life. These beauties that grace my blog everyday for either with a comment or on my sidebar. They are there for a reason. Some have come and gone, but guess what? I am still their friend and that's what it's really about. I love making friends. I love learning your journey. I love laughing and feeling along with you all. 

You Rock! Thank you for reading along and that means bloggers and non blogging friends. My heart is humbled. It is full. It has love. 

Now, that the sappy shit is out of the way, tomorrow we get back to business. I will be telling you about cleaning out my dresser drawers and finding bootie shorts.

Happy Monday,

Dusty

PS.. follow along on Instagram or @dustydalley to see some of the other wonderful things I received this past week. My heart melts.

I Got Punk'd

The Conspirators

The Evil Seven as I now will refer to them decided to get me good for my birthday. Wanna know how? Take a look.

Now that you all have seen this dingbat bawl over these boots. And if you are new to this blog. I have been obsessed with the boots for a very long time and honestly, dreamed about them but never thought I would ever own a pair unless I crapped a money tree. So, let's point out a few things. How adorable is my son? Did you see me look on the inside of them? I have never seen a real pair before, only on the internet. I hugged them. I said a cuss word and then told my kid not to say it (great mother) and I also forgot he existed because I totally didn't even pay attention to what he was saying.  It's like I gave birth to them. I lost my self. I turned into a 12 year old meeting a Jonas brother. And it got worse after the video went off. 

To Justyn, Makaila, Shannon, Lindsay, Jes, Shanna and Jamie, my heart or words will never be able to thank you enough. Miles separate us only. We are not just blogging friends, we are now forever linked. I am just a girl, I am just a friend. The misfit in the greatest company of women. Somehow, I don't think I will ever be worthy, but somehow I know in my heart I will love you all forever.

Signing off this Friday for the best birthday week,

Dusty

Double Sangria Twins

Ian age 2

Sweetest pic ever

That's right the day is here. Happy Birthday to ME! Forty one years ago my moma went into heat, said a few oh baby's and here I was born. To say I am blessed is an understatement and although I have swam the hell to high waters, how can I not be grateful for this life's journey. I received the greatest gift of life and the life of a son. On a bad day and the best day, how can I not look into that little boys eyes everyday and not say thank you.

But enough about me because I am boring. I also share a birthday with this beautiful creature. It seems both our mothers went into heat about the same time only several years apart and boom! I gained a long lost twin. Who knew! Actual Double Mint Twins. Well, probably not mint, lets Double Sangria twins. We are both Scorpios, both with boys names and have become the bestest of friends. I am there for her and she's there for me and I am amazed that we are so much alike. We promise to meet soon and drink lots of Sangria and I am sure we are going to laugh like there is no tomorrow. I know that I am going to hold her in my heart forever. 

Isn't she the most gorgeous sissy you have ever seen? I know. She got her good looks from me. I have to say that since I am a little bit older and you gotta respect your elders right?So, I say thank you Justyn. For being my sangria twin, my long lost sissy but most importantly my friend. My heart loves you! Now, go over to her fantab blog and say happy birthday to her too. 

Happy Birthday Thursday! 

Dusty

The Perfect Stache

It's Wednesday and time for the Tater Queen to deliver another outfit. One of which I would wear probably over and over if I had these items in my closet. Everyone keeps asking me what I am going to do for my birthday? The answer is probably nothing except go to dinner with my son and maybe a few friends later on, but for now I just want it to be quiet. At 41, do you really want to blow it out and feel like crapola the next day? Not really and I am celebrating that I already received the greatest gift seven years ago. But if I was going out I think this would be the perfect outfit for din din with the peeps.

First would be this great t-shirt

Source: tillys.com via Girls Love on Pinterest

Then this plaid shirt underneath

Source: wanelo.com via Girls Love on Pinterest

Add these skinny ass dark grey cords

Source: thisnext.com via Girls Love on Pinterest

With these fantabulous Frye Boots

Source: m.svpply.com via Girls Love on Pinterest

And there you have it, a few drinks, good times, gossip and friends. Fun outfit huh! What more could a girl ask for? All of you here with me.

Happy Halloween,

Dusty

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Birthday's Past

So, I am going to tell you a story. Since I will be the whopping 41 on Thursday, I thought I would share my 30th birthday with you. Back in the day, this little miss used to have way too much fun. When I turned 29, for a whole year all I could think about was turning 30. I dreaded it. I hated the thought. I talked about it until my friends where like, Gawd can Dusty turn 30 and get this crap over with. So, I gathered up a few friends and family and took our little butts down to the honky tonk and did a little line dancin' and a whole lotta drankin' cause that's what you do when you turn 30 and feel like the world is coming to an end. 

These were some of the best times of my life. I think about it now with the people that I was with and the wonderful relationships and it will never be replaced. I had a blast! So much so that I don't really remember much of it, nor does anyone else, but one of my besties sent me these pics and it made me think about how much I love these people and am so thankful that with such a sucky milestone, they made it fantastic even if they had to fill in the details. And remember these were taken with a disposable camera. Hell, digital wasn't even a thought back then.

My cuz Rachel. Gotta have a "grab the boob shot"

me, my aunt Carla and cuz Jason (I think he had a few drinks)

I have no idea what I was drinking, but it was good I am sure

I had many of them

my aunt's now ex husband. I thought he was a nerd and I also

apparently was very into spanking

dance moves

the same dance moves

and I also apparently didn't believe in wearing a bra

and oh, that shirt, fashion no no! I gave it to Goodwill.

maybe I thought I was skiing

winding down the night..

and the finale

Well, I can't show you that picture, because I don't remember taking it but it involved my wassa. It was a point and shoot moment. There is only one copy, thank you Kodak. And my friend Becca holds it as blackmail.  The fact they even developed it, is hilarious, but I am not sure they knew what it was. I had on black panty hose and remember they had the white panels in the crotch, it really looks like a maxi pad covering the parts. Thank god I groomed is all I can say. I just took the picture and didn't think a thing about it until the film was developed. Oh, well. Not the proudest moment, but looking back on it so funny. We all do crazy things and it was defiantly one of my craziest because anyone that knows me knows how modest I am. I don't even get undressed in front of people, but this night, I had too much fun. Thank you 30th birthday for one of the best birthdays ever. 

Happy Tuesday,

Dusty