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
Do you remember those nasty battle ropes that my trainer, Gary, made me use at the gym? (If not, click here for the blog & video: A Tired Marla is a Good Marla…) Last week he altered the way I use them to have me pulling the ropes, hand over hand, as fast as possible, … More From Battle Ropes to Shark Wrangler: Marla’s Delusional Fitness Motivation
I have a problem with my mouth. It doesn’t necessarily listen to the relatively small part of my brain that tells me to be graceful, be still in a moment, be couth. In other words, I blurt; brain-to-mouth with relatively no filter. I like to think it’s part of what makes me “quirky,” borderline “charming” … More A Case of the Puckering Buckeye and the Other Puckering Buckeye
Today I saw blue whales. They are the largest mammals on earth. The closest I’ve ever come to one was the fiberglass replica looming overhead in the American Museum of Natural History in New York City. With over-hunting of the species in the 20’s and 30’s, there are “only around 3-4,000 in the Northern Hemisphere” … More Blue Whales, Dolphins, and a Child’s Imagination
“The person susceptible to “wanderlust” is not so much addicted to movement as committed to transformation.”Pico Iyer A friend recently asked me why I travel so much. As I sit on on our deck this morning, swinging and clacking away at my laptop (blogging is the only time I don’t compose with pen and paper) … More On wanderlust and writing hard. On Iyer, Patchett and Loren