A thousand years, a million miles


Happily uncomfortable.

I remember the feeling of your arms.

Wanting to be held, needing to sleep.

Wondering how long before I’d grow accustomed

To the warmth of your bedtime embrace.

What a lovely habit to make.

Remembering that time.

Our first night together.

A thousand years ago.

Now we’re here.

Aches and pains.

Restless awakenings.

Your side.

My side.

The same bed.

A million miles apart.

Roll over.

A silent tear.

Missing us.

Then your touch.

That loving embrace.

A thousand years

We’re both still here.

One bed, two sides.

Not a million miles wide.

The warmth of your arms reminds me

Sleep is sweeter when love is free.

So we sleep a few feet apart.

We still are close in each other’s heart.

You can roll over now…


Calling all philosophers: Part 2


Is there anything one partner in a relationship can do which entitles the other person to cheat?

Examples: being a bitch/asshole, overly emotional, lazy, physically disfigured, illness, lying, cheating first, overly aggressive or apathetic, etc.

Before everyone starts thinking this is about me or my life:

1. 85% of this blog is fiction
2. A good writer should be able to connect to emotions outside of themselves.
3. A good writer should be able to explore and exploit real emotions and life circumstances.
4. Creativity in general makes it difficult, even for the creator, to understand truth.
5. Is there even really such a thing?
6. Maybe that will be the next blog…

To My Husband (and PMAO) (11)

This special edition of To My Husband also comes with a shout out to Pouring My Art Out, who thinks these things are boring and need to be spiced up.

I’m going to tell the story of our first date, but for some added spice, I’m throwing in a big fat lie. You get to guess which part is bs.

We met on a rather normal day, in a rather normal way, but I captured his eye, and possibly other things that would be very inappropriate to talk about here.

Our first date was planned shortly after.

He picked me up and we were off to the eating establishment he had carefully selected. I didn’t want to waste too much time playing nice, so one of the first things I said was something like “so, aren’t you married and living with a different woman?”He laughed and started explaining.

After our lovely dinner we went to see some MMA fighting, where we enjoyed rating the ring girls.

Of course, no first date would be complete without a trip to the strip club. After which he dropped me off in love and drunk (although not necessarily in that order).

To My Husband: (9)

I’m going to try to go to bed soon, so this is the early edition:


Roses are red

Violets are blue

I love to write

My love for you
Okay…hold on, I think I threw up in my mouth a little. Way too sappy.


Roses are red

Violets are blue

You sometimes smell

Like Pepe Le Pew


Way better, but I’ll try to find a happy medium.


Roses are red

Violets are blue

Even though I tease

I actually love you


It may not win any awards, but I’ll stick with that one.


Love, Hobbler

To my husband (7)

You’re not asleep now. You’re a little busy at the moment, and I don’t want to distract you. I’ll schedule this to post later.

Sometimes I think we both feel a little alone. That’s life right? Anyway, even when I feel like I don’t have anyone, I know I do. The people who read my blog. 😉


Love, Hobbler

What’s the big deal about being “in love”?

Like most people I am often swept away by romantic notions, and beautiful love stories…wait a second, that was me before I was married.

Don’t get me wrong here, I love my husband and am very happy with our relationship. I am just thinking of how different our relationship is now than when we started dating. Back in the “falling in love” stage. We have now reached the “deciding to love” or “recognizing our cooperative potential” stage.

Sometimes my husband looks at me and I can tell he still sees a little of why he married me. Sometimes I see him and feel like a teenager recognizing that this man is better than any other. That being said, there are a lot of times when we both seem more stuck together than happily united.

They say (and by “they” I mean the select group that determines how long you should wait before swimming or what you should wear in the springtime) that the “in love” stage of a relationship lasts about 2 years. Since this is a passing stage, I thought I should give some pointers on how to know when you are past this stage. So, here are some ways to tell if you are beyond this beginning phase of the relationship:

  • If you ask your husband if you are as pretty as _____________, and he laughs.
  • If your wife would rather you take the kids on a date than her.
  • If you can’t remember when you last shaved.
  • If your spouse/boyfriend/girlfriend is naked on the bed and all you can think about is the laundry or yard work.
  • When you realize that sleeping on the couch is not necessarily a bad thing.
  • When you start talking about what happens in the restroom.
  • If the only flowers you ever see are those in the garden or in home depot.
  • When other couples do some cute romantic thing and you think “just give it a few years”.
  • If you don’t even think about it when you loudly pass gas.
  • If you have been through everything and are still together.

If you are still in the “in love” stage, enjoy it while it lasts. If you have moved on to a deeper relationship, enjoy that and appreciate that you have a spouse who knows all about the real you and loves you anyway. To my husband, I love you and I’m glad you didn’t kill me when I ran through the garage (possible deal-breaker for immature relationships).