I haven’t done the weekly photo challenge in awhile, but when I saw the theme, I knew the photo I wanted to post. What caught my attention first was the man walking across the top of the billboard. I then noticed the contrast between the advertisement and the people below. I had only one chance … More The World Through Your Eyes (Weekly Photo Challenge)
A humiliating but incredible time weight training at Muscle Beach yesterday, and I’m posting photos today as promised. But first I want to tell you where I am. I’m blogging to you right now from the business class section of a Boeing 777-200LR (I know, right? I’m trying not to pee all over this fancy … More Muscle Beach Marla?
In 2009, before I began blogging, Kurt and I shared an eventful year via a video holiday card for family and friends. We were living in Los Angeles. 2009 was insane. Obama’s inauguration was the first I ever watched. Kurt had assignments in Point Pleasant, West Virginia and Hastings, Nebraska before being moved to Los … More December Flashback: Carol of the Druzgals
One of these statements is correct: There is a spoiler of Neil Gaiman’s upcoming Dr. Who episode below; I have a photo of Neil Gaiman staring at my cleavage; Neil Gaiman offered to cross himself off my list of people I’m allowed to sleep with (wink nudge). Hmmm…I wonder which one of these is correct? … More Neil Gaiman, Missed Opportunity(?), and A Signed Hardcover Stardust for You…
Part 1: I may or may not have been taking pictures of my money shot recently to share with my husband. And I may or may not have been later uploading innocuous photos of other things at Starbucks and accidentally displayed said photos on my large laptop screen with a stranger sitting nearby. Dear Family … More Never Upload Your Money Shot in a Starbucks! (This Post Not For the Faint of Genitalia)
Last night at a dinner with my husband, his co-worker and his boss, the conversation turned to a discussion about wives. As the only female at the table it was, to say the least, awkward. But readers, you know my personality. I gave courtesy laughs, waiting for an opportunity to change the subject, or to … More Traveling Marla: “Frontier Wife?”
My new trainer sucks. Okay, maybe not completely, or not much, or at all, really. But it feels good to say it, like somehow I’m getting to take back a little dignity after my clumsy attempts at weight training at my new gym here in Coshocton. I had already prepared him that I would be … More Is Marla Sasquatch?
Last weekend I went to Sephora for a makeover. I thought it would be a fun blog and they were great to let my nephew (who I tortured into coming with me) take photos of the process. I told them I wanted (a) a day look; (b) an evening look; and (c) a porn look. … More Beauty, Guilt and a Makeover: Day, Evening…Porn? Just What Needs Made Over?
I’m determined. Apparently. I spent more than an hour this morning trying to photo-match and confirm the name of one flower, just to ensure my blog is accurate. I hate writing “tiny white flowers” if I can describe it more accurately, and in this case more interestingly, like “poisonous white snakeroot.” (I need to do … More Tom Hanks Has Nothing to Do with My Milk Sickness Metaphor
Two nights ago I accidentally showed a photo of my butt (in those “ROCK STAR!” skivvies I told you about) to a fellow writer as I was trying to show her how to use my camera phone. You might remember that these blunders have been happening more frequently lately, like the recent blog about offending … More On Being Peter Sellers
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