There Can Be Only One…(Except When There Are Two)
The 2012 Druzgal Olympics have begun! Help us choose a new game!
The 2012 Druzgal Olympics have begun! Help us choose a new game!
I’m grounded. Between the snow and the forecast, the master of the house says “stay.” That’s a tough call for him to make, because he hates being alone even more than I, but we can’t drive together since I need to be back to get the Jeep inspected this weekend.
Damn OCD…* I’m going to tell you about yesterday, and I’m going to tell you about the worst trainer in America. I am also going to be a little less sugar, a little more spice today (disclaimer 😉 ). As I told you in yesterday’s post, my trainer was sick. So, for the first time … More The Worst Trainer in America, and “A Menstruating Bear?”: Training Alone, Part 2
Damn OCD. I am training by myself today, because my trainer is sick. I’m not talking cardio, but weights, the stuff I still struggle to learn and feel comfortable doing. I’m fearful but determined. Wish me luck and I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow. Love, Marla
Oops. I mean spouses swapping things, not swapping spouses. Whyever would I imply sucha thing? Silly me. Maybe it’s because I’m going to talk about hot women and porn (I am). Maybe it’s because Kurt and I recently made a permanent deal. We rarely make these. They’re kind of like postnups but they’re verbal. You … More Spouse Swap: A True Christmas Story
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?
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
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