Insomnia: the creative mind’s curse


I can’t sleep. Imagine that…

I have an idea. Born from the madness that comes from sleep deprivation. It is a wonderful idea, but I learned from another blogger that it is okay to talk about things without telling people exactly what you’re talking about…

I regress. I have a wonderful idea, which hopefully I will remember when I am a fully functioning rested individual.

My post tonight is slightly related to my great idea, in a roundabout way.

Anyway, if I do it, I’ll be doing it here as well, so get ready to be…well, I guess we’ll just have to see what you think about it when the time comes.

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A few last minute Christmas gift ideas for husbands:


Write him a book: The great thing about this idea is that you don’t actually have to write a whole book…your husband probably won’t read it anyway. Just write a few pages, dedicate the book to him, and then paste those pages into some romantic book like “Lady and the Tramp”. A new book cover and you are ready to go.

The Sleep Inducer: What! You haven’t heard of this? Well here is the link: http://wp.me/p1Cvgh-4b

Coupon booklet: If you have children they have probably made you a few of these, but basically you just write a few “coupons” for housework or other things. The great thing about this gift is that after Christmas, your hubby will leave this book lying around somewhere. Before he gets a chance to cash the coupons in, just hide the book. Your husband will not want to get into a fight about how he could have lost the book you worked so hard on, so he will probably not even mention that it is missing.

A blow up doll: Not that kind…you and your dirty minds. One of those things that you blow up and then punch…it’s like a punching bag, but cheaper and easier to wrap. They come in all sorts of characters like Mickey Mouse and Sponge Bob. Your hubby needs something that he can take his frustrations out on and it can be a great workout.*

Bows: One of the great things about Christmas is that you can slap a bow on something and it suddenly becomes a gift. Bows can be conveniently stuck to almost anything that your husband seems to enjoy…guns, tv, money, body parts, etc.

Merry Christmas and Good Luck!

*These statements have not been evaluated by the FDA.

Jingle Bells: And Other Noisy Toys


Real – These things are better if you sing them to the tune of the real song. Went shopping on Black Fri.    I got a bunch of toys Passed up the drum set my kid wants   Cause I didn’t … Continue reading

Out of my mind Trifecta


Just for fun, I thought I’d try an “out of my mind” Trifecta this week. I asked for a main character, setting, and format from you all and took the first suggestions received from 3 different people. I also said I might attempt a random word suggestion.

Character: Garden boy – suggested by Anthony

Setting: Merchant ship’s galley – suggested by H.H.

Format: Poem – suggested by Madame Weebles

Random words: ice and curtains – suggested by Mary I, and “wenis” aka the soft skin on your elbow – suggested by PMAO

Trifecta‘s challenge word was “dinosaur” defined – 3: one that is impractically large, out-of-date, or obsolete

*Any of you Trifectans or other people reading this, I am having a pity party this weekend. I’d love to see you there. For more info: Party Time!

Once there was a garden boy.
The beauty of flowers brought him much joy.
His work was play, or so it seemed
Except when he fell asleep and dreamed.
A merchant ship upon the sea
In the galley, is where he’d be
For there his love washes a dish
Soap bubbles embrace her soft wenis
The movement of the curtain’s lace
Shows a lucky breeze upon her face.
Even the wind desperately tries
To touch her lips, to catch her eyes
A man’s cold heart would melt like ice
With just one word from beauty so nice.
But the gardener knew it wasn’t real
Although his heart desired to steal
This gorgeous creature that he dreamed
It wasn’t meant to be, it seemed.
So waking he would quickly go
To making perfect flowers grow
Lips red as rose, hair sunflower’s gold
His dream? A dinosaur, never to unfold.
Although her heart, he couldn’t keep
He wouldn’t have traded a moment’s sleep.
Even when dreams fail to come true.
They still are part of what makes you, you.

To My Husband (10)


I’m glad you had a good time after work today. I really am. Sometimes it is hard for me to communicate my feelings, and sometimes it  is hard for me to understand my feelings. I can communicate better, when I write, so here it goes.

I am glad. I want you to be happy, and I am happy for you. It seems like we have made a few decisions lately to go with what one of us is thinking/wanting. And later we may go with something the other one wanted. It is hard to know when something is really the best thing to do, but there’s no road map to guide us.

I love you, and I’m glad you are able to do some of the things you enjoy. Everyone needs a little spontaneity sometimes too,

So, it’s all good. Good night.

Love, Hobbler

To My husband (8)


I had written much more and then I had to restart the computer, and I lost it. Anyway, I had a good time riding around with you today. Thanks for getting the lights. I love you.

Some of the things I was saying before, were about how we have to keep discussing and being open about our project. There are some things that I can do to help it go more smoothly and to help you achieve the things you need, and I hope you feel the same. Some things require give and take.

I love you. Sweet dreams.

Love, Hobbler

To my husband (1)


Short and sweet tonight, but I feel like this (writing to you in the middle of the night) is important, so anyway.

I love you. I know I don’t always act like it, and that doesn’t mean that you don’t annoy the piss out of me. It just means I love you.

Okay, that is sounding a little sappy to me, and you know how much I hate sappy love stories, so I’m going to leave you alone now. Night.

Love, Your often annoying wife, Hobbler.

Bedtime stories: Wishes


Once upon a time there was a little boy. Overall, this boy was pretty content. He had his toys and his video games. He had a mom and dad, a sister and a brother. He had a dog that was his best friend, although he had lots of other really good friends too.

The one thing that this little boy didn’t have, that he sometimes wished for was a ride on a shooting star. He didn’t know why he wanted that. He couldn’t play with it. He couldn’t take it places. Even when he learned what shooting stars really were, it didn’t stop his wish. Somehow he knew there was more to it than what was in his books.

One day he was walking to school, and a horrible thing happened. Someone had lost control of their car and he was hit. The paramedics took him to the hospital. The doctors did everything they could do, but by the time his family could make it there, he had passed away.

Words could never describe the agony his family felt. Time went by, and they still rarely smiled. His sister had nightmares, and his brother became withdrawn.

One night, while his mother was sleeping, he appeared to her in a dream. He was crying. “My son, my baby. Why? I needed you. We need you” she cried while she ran to hold him. She threw her arms around him and wept with him.

After a while, he backed away enough to look in her eyes. “Mommy. I need you too. I don’t know why it happened, but I am okay. Different, but okay. I can ride them mom. Things are different on the other side. There’s so much more than you can see, but you have to believe me. It is incredible. We all get to ride them if we want to. Before you ever see them. When they are out there.” He pointed to the sky. “The only times you see them, are when one of us wants you to. When we want someone to know we are okay. You never look mom.” His eyes filled with tears again. “You all never look. Your heads are always down. Can’t you see why I’m sad?”

Sarah awoke, and sat up in bed, just as Bill was coming back in the room. “You won’t believe what I just dreamed” Sarah said. “You too?” said Bill. “Jenny, and Todd are downstairs. Shooting star right?”. Later that night the family laid on a blanket out back with Buck watching the sky. “We’re going to be okay, right?” said Jenny. Just then a star fell.