Those boys can play!

I have three brothers.  Three amazingly intelligent, incredibly gifted, and supremely artistic brothers whom I love and don't get to see enough.  They're great.  They have names that start with the letter "B" and sometimes they have facial hair, but sometimes they don't.  

My brothers play music like it's in extension of living.  They have to make music.  At night, in the morning, on the weekends, in the car, at the dinner table, they make music.  And it is beautiful.  

I have never been able to maintain the patience it takes to play a musical instrument.  They all taught themselves to play guitar, drums, keyboard, bass, ukulele, synth, you name it, they probably have had a hand at trying to play it.  I guess, as a dancer, I use my body as an instrument...but we all know that's not really the same as actually playing an instrument. 

Here are the brothers:

  Brother Eldest, Ben

 Brother Middlest, Bryan

 Brother Youngest, BJay (who will only be seen wearing black suites in honor of Johnny Cash)












All the brother's bands are great, and you dear blog reader, faithful follower and enjoyer of our earth saving marriage, should listen to and love their music, just like Hubs and I do!
Check out the following:
Brother Eldest Main Project
Brother Eldest Second Project, these guys tour the STL!
Brother Middlest Project, touring this summer! 
Brother Middlest Other Band, he's so prolific 
Youngest Brother... 
Okay, youngest brother is still in school, bummer, but SOON he'll be making waves on the music scene, once the days of cafeteria french fries are over. 

Rock on Brothers Thrice.  Rock on.


~the wifey

What Dreams May Come

Before I married Hubs, I never woke up angry at someone from a dream I'd had.  I heard of people who had experienced this phenomenon, but I was never one of them.  

Until now.

Last night was not the first of married dreams involving me and the hubs, that had me waking up deeply annoyed or resentful, but last night was a set of very vivid ones that I thought I could share here for everyone's enjoyment.  

Let's call these dreams, My Hunky Hubs.  

Hunky Hubs Dream #1:  Steve is playing a live concert on SNL!  How exciting!  Except for the fact that he's doing an acoustic duet with Uncle Kracker (gross).  He had to wear a disguise too; bushy Amish beard (think Bearded Boy), and dark Emo glasses, the disguise was hiding the fact that as a worship leader he couldn't be seen playing a performance not related to God.  
(Okay, all of that is pretty run of the mill dream land, this next part is why wifey got a little angry in her sleep.)
Women were throwing their panties at my hubs!!!  YES.  Lots of them.  

I was livid, dream livid and then real life livid when I woke up around five...this was before the shouting match in our awesome back alley.

Hunky Hubs Dream #2:  We were at a Christmas party in our neighborhood, and everytime I looked for hubs, he was surrounded by women!  They were flirting with him and touching him and laughing at him.  Angry sleeping wifey take two!

Now, I have to say, that in all of this dream land debauchery, never once did my hubs do anything to reciprocate these hussies advances.  So, even in dream land he's my faithful Love.

: )

When I woke up to say 'bye' this morning, I needed to get a good hug and some reassurance about all this crazy dreaming.  I told Hubs about all the women who were throwing themselves at him all night, to which he replied, "It's because I'm so hunky."  

geeze.

~the Wifey

My Hunky Hubs, doing what he does best, hunking things up!  Take that Botanical Gardens, the Hunk is in the HOUSE!

We Live in An Apartment in the City...Which is Fun...Right? Isn't IT???!!

I roll over this morning to check the clock, see how much time I have before needing to wake for work. Nice...only 5:30, half hour more...I roll back over. 20 minutes later my alarm goes off. Wait, wha? My alarm is set for 6:00am, not 5:50...what gives??!! Oh wait, that's not my alarm at all...that's...people shouting??! Wha? Who is shouting and what are they shouting about??? Janele is right next to me and she's not shouting...plus she usually doesn't start her daily yell until around 9:15 regardless. Is something wrong?! Is someone being attacked? By an urban cougar??!!! Oh wait...nope...that's not it. It's just our neighbors...drinking Budweiser and listenting to mariachi music in the back alley at 5:50 in the morning. And yes, they are shouting...of course. Perfectly normal. Oh wait, no it's not.

I took this picture from our window...this is looking west down our alley. They got a little out of hand...

Happy Memorial Day weekend everyone! Be safe!

- the Hubs

What, Hubs?  You didn't like that early morning wake up call of "HEEEAYYYYAYAHAHAGFOISD!!!!!"  I thought it was kind of nice.  Blocked out all those stupid chirping birds.  I guess to each his own...
~the wifey 

Someday We'll Have Kids - Reason #189

I was made aware this past weekend that in children's brains lay all of the secrets to earth's mysteries. However, it must be so that somewhere between 3 year old innocence and 13 year old puberty, those secrets are turned to mush, thus rendering them useless to society. This is why I chalk up another reason to have a child...to get to that little guy or girl early on before all of that knowledge gets sucked away. Short version...children know how to save the world. They just don't know that they know and adults think they're just being darling but also dumb, so we pay no mind. I'm going to start taking these kids seriously...really listening to the knowledge they have to share.
     We took our nephew Lukas to the Magic House this past weekend...and that is when I realized that this kid and many others hold the key to the universe. He fell in love with the recycling exhibit (for some reason...I for one thought it was booooooring). There's a little game there that teaches kids how to recycle things...put the metal stuff in the right spot, plastic in the right spot, etc. That's when the kid has the audacity to start putting produce (fake produce) into the recycling bins, all the while exclaiming, "We don't need cabbage! We don't need lettuce!! We don't need tomatoes!!!" Whoa. Genius. Why in the name of burger meat haven't we thought of this sooner? We've been recycling the wrong things! Why CAN'T we 'recycle' our veggies into something else, say...pie??! Put in a celery stalk...out comes a rack of lamb. Don't want that eggplant? Give me that junk...here, now it's a chocolate mousse. The kid's right, recycle that crap! Down with the vegetables! Viva de revolution!

-the Hubs

Happy Birthday Sister!!!

This post is going to have nothing to do with marriage at all...instead it's a giant shout out to one of the coolest people we know..............JONATHON TAYLOR THOMAS!!!

Ok, not really...and no, we don't really know JTT (as Janele refers to him). This post is a giant shout out to the one and only...JESSIE OROS!!! (SOON TO BE STAROBA!)

She's pretty cool, huh?? Look how she plays that guitar! And look how she sits on porch swings! And wears red pants!! Awwwwwwwesome!!!

Well, tomorrow is Jessie's birthday...she's turning 24!!! Man, where has the time gone, eh sis?? To celebrate...we got you a gift. A HUSBAND!!! You may think he's pretty attractive...as he looks a little like Jesus. You can marry him in 16 days...not any sooner. Here you go:

See?? And he comes with some wierd kid too!! YAY!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!

-the Hubs