Jammin'

True Story

My head spins a little as I step off stage, that beer is finally hitting.  Maybe I was too nervous to notice at first.  We just played a great set and crashed into our intermission on all cylinders.  The music is cathartic, refreshing.  Singing leaves my body like a raw nerve, sensitive, needy, animalistic.  The bar is clearing out until our next set leaving just us, guitars, amps, accompanying band and collective partners.  I pause a second to take it all in...I was emotionally, mentally and physically invested in that last song so my buzz may not be all beer.  I scan the room searching from the barkeep to biker dudes, from scantily clad co-ed college girls to preppy popped collar fratties here for the beer and girls.  I glance through a break in the crowd next to the bar and see a beautiful face in the dim light of a booth.  Elle's face.  I move in her direction, grabbing another beer off the bar and feel my limbs go a little numb. 

Quick Pics 3- Grab Bag

 

We just wanted to post some pictures from our last little snow day.  We've been absent for a while and wanted to say thanks for sticking with us.  I got as artsy as I could with these pictures.  Sometimes when you have such a beautiful wife it's hard to know which pictures to keep after you've taken a thousand.  I think thses are the best, we hope you like them! 

Real Life

Well this is real life...with kids.  We got all hot and bothered when Dusty got home from his trip.  We counted the hours and minutes until we could attack each other in bed.  The kids did not want to go to sleep and we battled to get them down.  We stripped down, cuddled up and then......yes, we fell asleep.  I know this is a sex blog but we have to admit it.  As turbocharged as we can be we stripped down, rubbed against each other and kissed.  The warmth under the covers must have been too much for us because we woke up four hours later.  This blog is supposed to be about the truth with sex and life with kids.  There it is.  We fell asleep.  We admit it.

Just thought you should know.

As a mom...

So this post is more of a random rant...

As a mom it is hard to turn on and off that feeling of "damn I wanna fuck the brains outta my husband" vs the "what do you need, how can I get it, clean up, wipe up, pick up..."