Monday, June 30, 2008

And The Kid turned 4.

To celebrate, he chucked a peanut at me. I'm telling you, this kid has a good arm. I love Chloe's pouty face in this picture. Maybe she wanted to chuck a peanut at me too.

Chloe, trying hard to put something together. The kids are going through a sunglasses phase. Chloe is going through her own pigtails phase. I say WEAR IT BABY!

Look out Marilyn Monroe. We've got a two year old, with cute pudgy cheeks, and pink sparkly glasses. No one else stands a chance.

It's my party and I can cry if I want to. Jake is good at putting on a sad face.

However the tables quickly turned when it was time to open PRESENTS!!

The Corvette! It has a radio. I'm not kidding.

While the corvette was an ok present, Jacob got the most excited when he opened MY present. College fund money. See below for his reaction. Look people, I can't help it that I totally know what kids will love. I'm just good with them that way.

Sunday, June 29, 2008

Friday, June 27, 2008

Carrots and Raisins

I can not even begin to tell you how much I loved these cookies. I found the recipe on the Baking Bites website. I even took the time and grated little baby carrots one by one at the risk of losing my own fingers because that was all I had. And seeing those little carrot nubs in the bowl just made me think of fingers. All of a sudden I picture CSI right there in my kitchen. I have to stop watching those shows.

Ahemm...moving on...

What's even more impressive than Marla grating baby carrots is that she looked in her cupboard and pulled out pumpkin pie spice. It was like a magic trick. Maybe everyone has a little bit of Martha in them after all...

Oatmeal Raisin Carrot Cookies
1 1/2 cups all purpose flour
1 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 cup butter, room temperature
3/4 cup sugar
1 large egg
1 tsp vanilla extract
1/2 tsp ground cinnamon
1 cup grated carrots
1 cup quick-cooking (1 minute) oats
1 cup raisins

Preheat oven to 350F. Line a baking sheet with parchment paper. In a small bowl, whisk together flour, baking soda and salt.In a large bowl, cream together butter and sugar until light and fluffy. Beat in egg, vanilla and spices. With the mixer on low speed, or working by hand, stir in flour mixture. Once no streaks of flour remain, stir in carrots, oats and raisins.Drop tablespoonfuls of batter onto prepared baking sheets and flatten slightly. Bake for 11-13 minutes, until cookies are set and lightly browned on the edges. Cool for 3 or 4 minutes on the baking sheets, then transfer to a wire rack to cool completely.
YIELD: 2 dozen cookies. Marla's YIELD: 1 dozen cookies.

The Embarrassing and NotSoEmbarrassing List

Concerts that I've attended:
Prince: Went with the Young Women from the Plymouth 2 ward. I can't believe they let us see him!

Amy Grant: I'm not kidding. SO not kidding. They handed out little flashlights and when she came onstage (literally my face is red right now) we all turned on and off our lights and she was like 'man, look at that! all those twinkley lights out there!'. Sigh.

New Kids on the Block: My dad took us. He waited in the lobby of the Target center until it was over. Some guy felt so bad for him and gave him ear plugs. I am proud to say that I have learned my lesson and will not be attending the reunion concert to hear them sing "Hanging Tough". Once was enough my friends.

Collin Raye: This was a birthday present from my dear Aunt Laura. I'm not sure if this embarrasses me more than the NKOB concert or not... it's a toss up. He kept blowing kisses to the audience.

Black Hawk: Another country band. It must've been a really bad phase. This one was attended with my dear Aunt Karen. We saw them in the Medina Ballroom. Favorite line: "Cause I need youLike a hole in my heart" and "Your blue might be gray, your less might be more Your window to the world might be your own front door Your shiniest day might come in the middle of the night That's just about right".

Jim Brickman. For real. Downtown Minneapolis with my Aunt Laura. We stuck around after and had him sign our music. We were all shy when we got up to him in line. Smiled and said 'lovely concert'. Then left the line and went SCREAMING into the streets of Minneapolis. They probably heard us from inside. We were that excited.

George Winston: Three words - worst. concert. ever. I took Jana to this concert for Christmas one year hoping to hear some of our favorite piano pieces he wrote. Somehow he turned all hick and whipped out a banjo and a spoon. I wanted to start throwing things.

Cold Play: Three words - coolest. concert. ever. A few people near us were even smoking pot and I caught a whiff or two of it. Seriously, this band really knows how to deliver for a show. It was incredible.

Guster: 2 concerts I think. My favorite was in the Target center. Super awesome. Love the song Amsterdam. Evidently I look like I'm jogging when I'm dancing to this song - per Jeff.

Travis: 2 or more concerts. I heart them. Almost every song.

Switchfoot. Love this band. However, I dragged a friend there, who I found later, sitting in a chair, with his head in his hand. All these teenagers were everywhere - about 12 and 13 years old. At the QWEST. They ended with the song from A Walk to Remember called Only Hope. I melted and got a little teary eyed. My friend rolled his eyes.

Air Supply. Alicia's brother Moe does the lighting for this band. Victoria, Alicia and I were in surreal land. It was hysterical. All these 45+ women running up to the stage and blowing kisses. I had to hide my head in my lap a few times. And the dudes are SO OLD. And they still wear spandex. But if I closed my eyes and listened, it was TOTALLY awesome.

Concerts I would LOVE to attend some day:

Keane, The Fray, The Bangles, Cyndi Lauper...

Favorite concert anyone?

Wednesday, June 25, 2008


Bite? Bite? BITE! - Chloe, Age 2. This happens pretty much
all the time.
Unless you are eating a vegetable. Totally Reva's kid.

I am a brave knight. - Jacob, holding his stick (sword).

What am I then? - Marla

You are a princess. - Jacob

Nice. I like this game. - Marla

Tell me where my friend is...
-Jake, talking in a sinister voice to his
Dad with the stick (sword) across Dad's chest.

What in the Holy Ghost are you doing? - Jake

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Recent findings

D'Brian's double chocolate chunk cookies. I WANT the recipe! I might start part time there so I can do a little spying in the kitchen.
I stumbled on this today at TJ Maxx. TOP MODEL BARBIE people. As if it wasn't bad enough to let your kids have a Barbie who's body size doesn't represent the average woman, now we've put her in hoochie clothes & baited them to watch a TV show that encourages eating disorders. My only comfort: this Barbie that I found was in the clearance section. However, it was still 10 dollars which I declare a travesty.

For when I move to my villa in Tuscany:

I will learn to cook the Italian way. I will walk to the grocery store every day. I will eat gelato whenever I feel like it. I will talk long walks in the hills. I will visit monasteries and old churches and museums en mass. I will become a famous photographer. I will invite all my friends to visit. I will dream in Italian.

The Minnetonka Summer Festival. I love this beautiful city.

And as I was scanning through the site I found this...

7—10 p.m.
Featured show: Back by popular demand, the R-Factor. Enjoy their remarkable voices and big band sound. The R-Factor has provided back up for Michael Bolton, Celine Dion, Huey Lewis, Donny Osmond and Smokey Robinson.

Everything really does lead back to DONNY OSMOND. :)

Is it a problem...

that my crushes seem to be getting younger all the time?

At least Matt Damon was more my age. But this guy, Milo from Heroes, is attrackkkkkkk-tive!

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Looking for a Summer Activity?

You've found it!

Marshmellow animals. Your kids will love it!

Here's another one... cooking with an IRON. And no, this isn't referring to Benny & Joon grilling cheese sandwiches...

WOW. So that's what cooking with an iron looks like.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

A Rose by Any Other Nickname would be called Rosie

I recently found 2 definitions of the word"nickname".

Babylon English dictionary
Nickname v. give a name; give an affectionate name; give a shortened name n. name of affection; shortened name; alias; name invented for oneself and used on IRC (Internet).

Examples of nicknames in my family:

Jake the Snake. Started by our newest member of the family, Emily's husband Dan. I'm not sure where this came from other than it rhymes and Jake really likes snakes so he thinks this nickname is pretty darn cool. Usually when you call Jacob anything other than his actual name, he goes on the defense.

Marla: Jacob! You are such a darling boy!
Jake: Marla, I am NOT a darling boy!

But hey hey HEY - Mr. Dan walks in the room and calls him Jake the Snake and he just looks up at him and grins. Go figure! He'd rather be called a snake than a darling boy. Intersting insight into the world of men dontcha think?

The other definition I found for nicknames was from several years ago. The nickname in 1913 was not as favorable.

Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary (1913)
Nickname (v. t.) To give a nickname to; to call by a nickname. (n.) A name given in contempt, derision, or sportive familiarity; a familiar or an opprobrious appellation.

I do admit that I've used this form for nicknames in the past.

Example 1:
Marla: I'm going to call you "W".
Bob**: Why? What does W stand for?

Example 2:
Marla: I went on a date with LJ the other night.
Random person: Who is LJ?
Marla: Loser Joe**.

The brillilliant thing about these nicknames is that you can use them for anyone. If you name is Chuck and you tick me off, suddenly you are LC.

Now that my secret is out I'm going to have to come up with new nicknames.

Here is the family inventory:

Jana: Jana Banana
Mom: ?
Marla: Marla KaFarla
Emily: ?
Reva: ?
Dad: Taz
Dan: Dan the Man?
Jeff: ?
Jake: Jake the Snake
Chloe: ?

Our family has very few nicknames. This either means

a) we like each other

b) we can't stand each other and therefore to spend time for the cause would be complete irony.


** I have never called anyone named Bob a whiner.

**Loser Joe is a hypothetical name. I have not yet been out on a date with a boy named Joe. I'm sure there's time and that there actually is a boy named Joe who could fit (or foot) the bill.

Disclaimer: We are all God's children. If you are a Joe or a Bob, I'm sure you are very lovely people.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Pretty Much the Best Advice Ever

"When a train goes through a tunnel and it gets dark,
you don't throw away the ticket and jump off.
You sit still and trust the engineer".
-Corrie Ten Boom

Friday, June 13, 2008

1*2*3 Stories 4 Dad. Happy Father's Day!

The Word "Gullible" Really IS in the Dictionary.
We were in the yard one day doing something that isn't noteworthy enough to remember. He accidentally knocked my shin with something and it made a really loud crack. I went out in the back yard and rubbed a bunch of dirt on my shin and made it look really bruised and beat up. Then I found him and said, Dad, my leg really hurts. You should've seen his face! It was hilarious. I could only keep the cackling inside for so long... and then BAM it was out and I jumped around and he rolled his eyes me and gave me the look I've seen many times before. It's that look of admiration, annoyance and surprise, all in one. But hey Dad - you gotta admit - I got you GOOD!

My Hero.
My dad is a retired cop from the City of Minnetonka. My sisters and I would ask my dad to tell us stories from work. It seemed like we could never get anything good out of him when we were little. A few years ago I asked for his best cop story ever. I asked him about it a few months ago and he had no recollection of it happening or of relaying the story to me. That's the funny thing about memory... it dies fast. Here's the story he told me. My dad got a call on his radio on-duty one night as he was driving around. A suspect in a van was headed in his direction and he was to intercept him. He saw the van ahead of him and followed him. The man drove down a culdesac and when he realized he was trapped, he jumped out of the car and ran into a backyard with a swamp. Here was a real, honest-to-goodness police chase in the middle of suburbia. Dad got out of the car and ran after the guy. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the man, "hiding", face down in the weeds. He quietly went toward the man, placed his foot in the middle of his back, and presumably said GOTCHA. Because that is just the kind of man my dad is. He always kept his humor on the job. He took the guy, handcuffed him, and led him back out to the car. And here comes my favorite part. The chase had woken up several of the neighbors who were out on the lawn in their pajamas & robes. As my dad came around the corner in his uniform walking behind the captured man, applause erupted from the neighborhood. Three cheers for Dad!

Knock, knock.
Who's there?


Dad who?

My Dad can't tell a joke to save his life. It takes too long to get to the punchline!

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Which Option is More Difficult?

a) Wrestling alligators

b) Taking a Frosty away from a 2 year old

Trust me, this one's stronger than she looks.

Monday, June 9, 2008

Sometimes I Sing When

  1. a scary part in a movie comes on (emily, WHY can't I end a sentence with a proposition? it's annoying!).

  2. my blood is being drawn (true story, happened today. i just told the lady sometimes i sing when my blood is drawn. which wasn't really true... i've never actually done that before but it just kind of came out. i really didn't think she knew what she was doing. turns out she was glad i sang... she said it was better than crying or swearing).

  3. stealing a roll from the dinner table (i only do this kind of thing on occasion).

  4. saying hello to someone on the phone (usually when talking to Victoria - she does that a lot too).

  5. in the shower (hello, everyone does it... if you don't, you're missing out).

  6. i'm the singing leader in primary because NO ONE ELSE IS SINGING, no not even the teachers (darn those kids not singing about Jesus - i'm telling! no mansion for you.).

  7. when i'm trying to block out something heinous, such as when someone is telling me i don't need another skirt or mug with the muppets on it (this can happen at any store, even the GoodWill).

  8. i'm at my wits end. like when i've been home for four (4!) days alone and the only thing that is on is People's Court with that obnoxious woman and she is getting on my last nerve real bad and i can't get up to change the channel (how did this completely rude woman get a show?! i'm renaming the show to Stupid Court because everyone on there is stupid).

  9. i've just done something really stupid (unlike the people on People's court) like only got half the leg of my trip to jerusalem thinking that the airline rates would go down even though gas is over 135 a barrel. gosh i'm a freaking genius.

  10. all of the above (and probably a few more by the end of my lifetime, i keep things interesting).

Saturday, June 7, 2008

5 Guesses

_________ is like a Country Time lemonade commerical... sweet & sour, melancholy, nostalgic, scattered showers of humor & wit, ending in an overall big kick.

Friday, June 6, 2008

Marlita's Favoritos

There will always be a bit of Foot Loose inside me somewhere, a dorky peanut joke, a laugh that comes out as a snort and a random quoting session from Goonies. It's just how I came. I can't explain it and I can't expect many people to relate to it.

But... there are some things that almost everyone loves... or some things that I think everyone should love.

The $600 rebate check from the US Govt. Not sure how that's helping but I sure like the concept.

Butterscotch bars. I found a low fat recipe online that is delicious! (Read this next sentence with Dwight's Shrute's voice in your head) Question: Are the bars still low fat if you eat half the pan?

And that my friends, help me think of the next thing on my list. Schute bucks. Need I say more.

Free sample day at Costco. Yummy food that I would never buy. I have seemed to notice a conspiracy and I think I'm really onto something here...they never open the peanut M&Ms. Costco, what are you hiding?

Missionaries. I saw a couple in the grocery store last week. They snuck up behind this member of my ward and scared him. Friendly? Pretty much. Quiet Dignity? Not so much. Just seeing them makes me smile.

Tom Hanks movies. Turner & Hooch. Big (may I bring to mind the piano dance) Splash (where were her seashells for pete's sake), A League of their Own (there is no crying in baseball!, You've Got Mail (ok, guilty pleasure people, so sue me!), even parts of Castaway has its charms..."Aha. Look what I've created. I have made FIRE.". Classic.

Fridays. At about 4:30. Everyone is SO happy! Skipping to their cars. Going places. Making plans. All the Monday moping around has been left behind and people are ready to PAR-TAY. Except for me. I need a nap. I'll be ready to go out and party in a few hours.

Indiana Jones. I don't care what the reviews say, I thought the latest movie was incredible. It's amazing to me that our dear old Harrison Ford can even pull that off. Even more amazing is the fact that he does quite a few of his own stunts. After seeing the movie, I decided to walk down memory lane and view the first three movies. I've made it through the first two and I had forgotten how extremely clever they were. Favorite line from Shorty when he's playing poker with Dr. Jones: "I am very little. You cheat very big!". Tangent: I also found out after a little search on the internet about Marion - the girl who played Indiana Jones' first love interest. She now owns a knitting shop! She teaches knitting. And get this, her real name isn't Marion, it's Karen.

Garage sales in the summer. I love going running on Saturday morning in Shakopee and stumbling into at least five garage sales. People wake up, and start pulling all their junk ouf of their house, knowing that someone will think its a treasure. Bizarre tradition but it seems to work. Last week I saw a garage sale advertised with the PINK ribbon. All the proceeds went to Breast Cancer. They offered free face/body painting with every purchase. There were three tough rough around the edges men who bought something and the lady asked the guy tentatively, "Would you like a cupcake on your arm?" and to my surprise, he yanked up his muscle shirt and smiled. Now that's good entertainment.

Isn't it Ironic... Don't cha think?

It's like Raaaaaaaiiiiinnnnnnn on your wedding day
A freeeeeee lunch when you've already paid

Recent ironchroncities (TM):

The car I just bought - after complaining about salesmen showing me dumb features like cupholders - has SIX cupholders. Count 'em, SIX.

The people who bought my old car are both Sergeants for the City of Shakopee.

The only times I've been pulled over/gotten tickets (2 in my whole life) is in the City of Shakopee. Now that I think about it, the guy who bought my car looked remotely familiar...

After driving myself out of the garage of the dealership and almost hitting the side of it (what is with my gene pool and taking the side off of garages?!), I called my sister who's following me in her car to say 'how do I look in my new car?' and she says 'your tail light is out'.

I actually read the car owner's manual. Ok, let's be honest... I read parts of it. Why you might ask? To learn how to make all the freaking lights stop going off. Every day it was something new - the tire light (ps it looks nothing like a tire) and the engine light and the door light. I had to do actual detective work in the manual to figure these out. While this makes my Dad so very proud, it is still an ironchroncity. I'm anti-readthemanul on anything.

To get a new key made for my car costs a whopping $150 dollars -- per key. What's even more ironic is that they called it a 'smart key'. I don't know anything smart about having to pay $150 for a new key. Gonna rename that to 'stupid key'. However, my favorite thing about this key is that I never have to pay attention to where I park anymore. I just park, go in the store, come out and raise my hand to the sky like someone in a Sure commerical and press the panic button. Sure it might be annoying to everyone around my car, but I sure can find it in a jiffy!

Thursday, June 5, 2008

Letter from Grams

"It won't be long before your trip to Israel. I hope Pres. Bush doesn't create any problems while he's there - he's real good at that. Take care! I love you lots, Grandma."

So my Grandma is a Democrat. In the very Republican state of Utah. She likes to send me clippings from the Salt Lake Tribune. And she loves to bash Bush, and that's about every chance she gets. Last year she sent me a newpaper clipping (she goes nutso with those - family you know what I'm talking about because you have the piles of clippings too) reporting that there were lots of Democrats in Salt Lake and that it was ok to be Mormon and Democratic.

I still don't know who or what I'm voting for other than I would never in a zillion bejillion quatromillion years vote for Hillary Clinton.

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Ode to Reva

There are so many things about Reva that I love and admire. I love how she gets so excited just to go to a movie. I love how her face lights up when she plans things... her blue sparkly eyes, pink cheeks and childlike wonder. I love how kind and caring she is toward friends, family and even strangers.

Mostly I love how she is with her kids. She doesn't talk down to them or treat them like unimportant little people. She really takes the time to listen to them. When they do something wrong she sits them down and explains to them why they shouldn't do that. None of this "because I said" business (however that might happen after I leave).

She's one of the moms that really plays with her kids. She goofs around and has fun with them. She's always tickling, engaging, and teaching them. She takes them on play dates and to the park or the community center. She holds Joy School and has 8 other little hyperspaz children over to her house and teaches them the alphabet. It has been such a unexpected blessing to watch her raise Jacob and Chloe.

Monday, June 2, 2008

Favorites as of Late...

Harvest Wrap at The Good Earth Restaurant. YUM.
Roasted turkey breast, gingered yams, Bemidji wild rice, craisins, almonds, and cream sauce wrapped in a honey wheat tortilla.

Hot stone massage! With warm towels! Got one on Saturday. Sooooo nice.

Mormon greeting cards. Seriously people, what's next. I love the music on the site...

My favorite card:
Emily & Dan's new blog!

ING direct. Save your money!

Slideshow with beautiful music and pictures of the Savior.

And finally, here is a super fun muppets video for y'all:

Sunday, June 1, 2008

The Infamous St. Paul Hangar Dance

Last year's hangar dance crew... part of us at least! Weather was perfect. Not a drop from the sky.

This year's hangar dance... can you say freak hail storm where people stop on a major highway under a bridge just to protect their car? We had to pull off at the Mall of America for shelter. I kept screaming (new car) and honking (again new car) and laughing my head off. Good times.

And just so you can see that we weren't exaggerating about the size of the hail... here it is melting in Alicia's hand.

Stopping at LEGO land at the MOA. We made cars and raced them. I found the gift shop when they were all racing their cars. Did you know that you can get an Indiana Jones lego? Yeah, and it comes on a key chain! They also had Princess Lea, Darth Vader, and Chewbacca.
At the dance, out jumped some old dudes in skirts. They played some music on their goat skin bladders. Oh, and as you can see on the left, there was a Beer Garden. It was a very popular line.
There really were more people than Alicia and me at the dance. Big group of people actually! Joanna, Jamie, Eric, Marcus, Ryan, Jen, Cheryl, Jolene, Charity, Brock, Cindy, Derrick, Linda, Gary, Kyle, Alicia & me just to name a few. However, at this point of the evening, hunger took over and everyone had left to get food. Alicia and I stayed and saw them actually start up a WWII plane.
Pictures with the Jeep and AMMO. It was like being in the movie Rambo... except with no Sylvester.