Sunday, November 30, 2008

Festival of Trees in Exotic Downtown Rochester

Road trip to Rochester for the Festival of Trees. Companies from around the area decorate trees and donate them to children's hospitals or families in need. The convention center is filled with every kind of tree imaginable. If I ever did a tree, I'd do...

America! America! God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood,
from sea to shining sea!
This is for Reva. She loves flamingos.
The Cat in the Hat, I mean Tree.
The Loony Bin tree. I dig it!! Minnesota is all about the Loons.
Bert & Ernie and Rubber Ducky Tree.
The princess tree. We did attempt to take one of the crowns off the tree but apparently they were attached with invisible crowbars. Victoria was a good sport. She even sat on the Kemps cow for me. As a reward for her good behavior, I will not be posting the cow picture. However, if you would like a copy, please email me.
Darling Stacy & Anna.

Saturday, November 29, 2008

I'd like to thank the Little People

Anna & Chloe, slung over Dave's back, going for a little Thanksgiving day parade ride. I hope this was a pre-dinner activity. PS I love the slinky pink underwear that Anna is holding in her hand. It's her blankey.

The little people love the corner of the living room. It's where the fun things are. Well, and the electrical chords. Can't win 'em all.

Jacob puts on a very serious face, turns to us and says "Guys. I'm going to teach you some Kung Fu" and he starts doing moves. Becky snapped this picture mid-punch.

This picture makes me laugh because I am peeking through the Little People. Isaiah's looking really pleased with me.

Chloe & Anna trying on Jana's large collection of hats. Don't they look ravishing? Ease off guys, they are only 4 years old!

I am thankful for all of the Little People in my life.

Twilight, Take Two

Here's Victoria in all of her Northface winter coat Twilight glory.

And here we are in the nearly empty Shakopee theater posing for the self-timer. Can you see the poor fellow in the background? He got suckered into going to this cheesy unrealistic chickflick on Thanksgiving with his girlfriend.

Yay for frivolity. Everyone needs a dose from time to time.

Friday, November 28, 2008

Not the trots, the TURKEY TROT

Source: WordNet (r) 1.7

the trots
n : obscene terms for diarrhea [syn: the sh**s]

OR another gem I found online...

Definition of Bad case of the trots: Australian Slang diarrhea.

So folks - I've learned a new word! I'm afraid this is going to make me giggle every time I say Turkey Trot. Thank you Len!

Reva, Jana & I participated in a 5k on Thanksgiving day in beautiful downtown Minneapolis. Our introduction was a loud speaker blaring the song "Never Ending Story" through the walls of the city. It made me want to sing along at the top of my lungs and dance through the streets but I regret to say that I refrained, because my sisters embarrass easily.

Here are a few pictures from this crazy fun event. I love Minnesota people! I do I do!

Aren't my sisters cute? On the way home, Jana looks at me and says "Marla, you're going to take a shower before Thanksgiving right? Cuz you look a little ... rough." Classic Jana my friends!!

Who put the freak in freak accident?

Hey, I have an idea.


So this fine morning, the day after Thanksgiving when I should be somewhere worthwhile like the Mall, I find myself getting ready for work and packing my bag for a little road trip at the same time. I start throwing everything into my bag and then decide hey, I might want to paint my nails this weekend, you know, to look like a girl who cares about her nails. I grabbed two bottles of polish and toss them in the bag.

Suddenly fumes start to fill the air and I look down only to realize they have smashed each other at the exact point to break off both the necks of the each bottle leaving the caps on with the polish seeping through onto everything in my overnight bag. I reach my hand into the mess after saying "darn it" (you can choose to believe that or not) and attempt to pick up the bottles only to put a lovely long slice into my unmanicured finger. Picture it: Nail polish dripping everywhere, blood dripping from my finger, and a face that displays 'areyouseriouslycrappingme'.

I am now typing with a band-aid on. Some people are just born "special". This *almost* tops the time I cut my tongue on bacon.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Gotta Love Minnesota Girls

Three men were sitting together bragging about how they had given their new wives duties. The first man had married a woman from Colorado and had told her that she was going to do dishes and house cleaning. It took a couple days, but on the third day he came home to a clean house and dishes washed and put away.

The second man had married a woman from Nebraska. He had given his wife orders that she was to do all the cleaning, dishes, and the cooking. The first day he didn't see any results, but the next day he saw it was better. By the third day, he saw his house was clean, the dishes were done, and there was a huge dinner on the table.

The third man had married a girl from Minnesota. He told her that her duties were to keep the house cleaned, dishes washed, lawn mowed, laundry washed and hot meals on the table for every meal. He said the first day he didn't see anything, the second day he didn't see anything, but by the third day some of the swelling had gone down and he could see a little out of his left eye, enough to fix himself a bite to eat and load the dishwasher.

Sunday, November 23, 2008


All in all, I thought it was good fun. Can't say that I haven't wasted time during other movies so what's so different about Twilight? Seeing this movie with all these young teenagers in one theater - with all the cheering and the screaming and the sighing - it really was worth the 9 dollar price of admission. It was reality at its best, in its truest form. My favorite part was waiting in line before the show even started (yes, the line for the 10:15 p.m. movie was about a 1/2 mile long) and as the tweens were coming out of the 7:45 p.m. movie, they came and found their friends and jumped up and down with supersonic speed and pitch, hugged their friends, screamed some more, gave their 2 second review and then were gone. I hurriedly dug for my camera which was in my huge purse (note to self, get a smaller purse) and turned it on to get this action on camera. This raw & real footage of a true teenager in all of her drama-queen exaggerated glory. But alas, the batteries were dead and all I could do was stare.

The movie got out at 12:30 and I was pretty wound up so I did a little research of my own on the web. Just so you know, there are fans crazy enough to visit the movie location which is Forks, Washington. There is a bed and breakfast you can stay at, there is a real police chief you can meet, heck you can even go to the beach at La Push. My greatest find, a Godiva chocolate bar, inspired by Twilight.

Here are a couple of reviews I got a kick out of. The same kick I get out of reading Here we go...

(Confidential memo to Robert Pattinson, who plays Edward: Next time, wax your chest hair. Edward is supposed to look like he's carved from marble, not lambs' wool.)

Once kids are already in the cruel grips of adolescence, though, "Twilight" can't make things much worse, though it might lead girls to believe there is such a thing as a gorgeous boy who will hang on your every word and use his superspeed to open your car door for you, a boy who will carry you up a tree on his back so you can enjoy the view, and a boy who will sit and play pretty tunes on the piano while you hang on his shoulder, without hoping for sex in return. Alas, kids, the Perfect Boyfriend is just as legendary as the vampire or werewolf.

Click here for the full review.

Combines the plot of HBO's True Blood with the intensity level of Saved by the Bell.

Click here for the full review.

PS I like the show Saved by the Bell. I still watch it. But I won't ever admit it in public.

Friday, November 21, 2008

Bite Me. Please.

Click here for some fabulous iron on transfers. Click here for some crazy desserts you can make in honor of opening day of Twilight.
Or if you want to go overboard, click here for some jewelry.

All in all - it's quite the phenomenon. I plan to have fun waiting in line with the girls, playing cards, laughing, and just enjoying the concept of a boy like Edward.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

Baby At Large

This kid is gonna be BIG. Probably in more ways than one.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Just another normal Sunday...

where my dad uses his Boy Scout skillz to tie up
his grandaughter Chloe...

At first it looks fun.
Then it looks tricky.
Now it's just getting interesting.

I wonder if this is normal. And then I realize that it's probably not. But at least I can truly say: My family is not boring. Priceless.

Everyone else was trying it...

This scares me a little - this lovely picture here - because she's flaring her nostrils a. bit. too. much. I wonder if that's a necessary position for the nose in this video. Or maybe when you exercise as much as she does, your nostrils just stay in that flared, slightly freaked out position. Who knows.

On second thought... maybe it's not about the abs, maybe it's about distracting everyone away from your "problem areas"... this just might work. Flare away nostrils, flare away!

Sunday, November 16, 2008

It's hard to outgrow the things you love

I miss childhood. Not necessarily the growing up part because hey, that was awkward for all of us at one point or another, but I miss the JOYS of being a kid. Here's a few from my list. Maybe you have a few of your own.
  • going to the drive-thru at the bank and getting a sucker tucked into the envelope

  • getting a sticker at the dentist/doctor (however, if you ask, they'll still give you one!)
  • being relocated to the hall during sacrament meeting for being unruly
  • going to bed at eight (never mind, i still do that one)
  • naps every day (for me, saturdays and sundays only)

  • saturday morning cartoons - two words: GHOST BUSTERS!

  • eating lucky charms, cookie crisp, and cinnamon toast crunch for breakfast

  • never getting tired on the sledding hill

  • a forgiving heart. you were mad two seconds ago but you don't even remember now

  • crying when you're hurt, laughing when you're happy, not caring about being cool

  • seeing a drive-in movie with lots of blankets, candy, with your parents parked in the front seat

  • stopping to notice a bug crawling on the sidewalk, or a dandelion in the grass

  • smiling at strangers

Friday, November 14, 2008

Christmas is really about FOOD

Ok, I'm kidding. It's about Jesus. Really it is. I love Him. If I focus more on Jesus instead of the food, I might lose a few pounds.

In the meantime, indulge me as I drool over these fine breads that my mama once sent me while I was on my mission in the O.C.. My companion deduced my financial status on account of these muffins. They made me appear like a Londoner, always eating first rate baked goods while enjoying a spot of tea. As far as that was from the truth, it tickled me pink. When Christmas rolled around after I came home, I sent her a tin of muffins. I think of her every year now. Hamilton and me, eating english muffins in our bedroom with our fireplace in a ridiculous expensive mansion, overlooking Canyon Lake.

Clickety click here for some darn good Christmas bread.

Thursday, November 13, 2008


Design your own Muppet!! This is NOT A JOKE!

Watch out NYC, Marla's on her way! We're gonna make all our dreams come true!

Long live creativity, childhood imagination, and the dream of never growing up.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

a sock puppet... of president monson

Clickety click here to read all about it. If I ever have another opportunity to meet a general authority, this is exactly what I would say.

Disclaimer: I do not think this sock puppet (or any sock puppet here on earth) looks like President Monson. I love our Prophet and I think he's darling.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

The "Baking with Megan" Show

What? Haven't you heard of her? Megan is all the new rage... ok, so maybe you haven't heard of her... yet. She certainly was the rage yesterday in my kitchen.

Whistle while you work...

This is to demonstrate our pies and also our ability to not get charred by a very hot oven. Next time we shall take this picture with the oven off, and very cold.

The finished product. Chocolate pumpkin pie and sweet potato pie. Next time we might try these chocolate pumpkin spice cookies.

Fall never tasted better!

And shall we end on a positive note?
There is more to life than what's for dinner!

Friday, November 7, 2008

Dear Jesus,

Happy Birthday!



Christmas commercialism has sunk to a new low. I'm sure the little girls of mommies who let their kids play with Barbies are thrilled with this new addition of A Christmas Carol.

Shh.... can you hear that? It's Charles Dickens, rolling over in his grave.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Get out and WALK

Lovely Shakopee, MN is...

Drumroll please

Walk Score: 29 out of 100 — Car-Dependent

However, when I go to Spanish Harlem where my dear friend Oleysa lives...

Walk Score: 92 out of 100 — Walkers' Paradise

What's your score?

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Sister Missionaries will always have a place in my heart

I hope it's good! You never know with Mormon cinema.

Forever Strong was an ok movie (predictable and cheesy, with a few great moments) but I liked the values it portrayed. I'm hoping it will happen with this sister missionary one as well. And we all know how much of an angel I was on my mission (not).

Monday, November 3, 2008

"This time of year thou mayest behold" Shakespeare

Click here for a favorite getaway that my family and I love. It's a bit of pumpkin cheesecake ben and jerry's (heaven) on earth. Scout's honor. No one does Fall better than Minnesota (well, maybe Logan is a close second). 3 cheers for Fall! Enjoy it while you can.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Humanity knocked at the door...

And I let him in.

I felt soulful this Halloween. Introspective and thoughtful too.

Isn't it amazing how in a world of hurt, anger, violence and unquestionable stability we come together, open our doors, and share what we have with those we don't know? I think Halloween is inspired. I loved looking into the children's faces and seeing the sparkling eyes and excitement. The fear and pain pushed to the background. A true childhood experience filled with joy. It was a humbling sight to behold.

I watched the parents enjoy being with their children, revelling in each moment. I peeked as they reminded them to say please & thank you and to be gracious with whatever was given to them. A simple reminders of manners.

I witnessed creativity of children (and of parents) in piecing together costumes and the look of pride and accomplishment as they presented themselves to my door.

My halloween costume this year consisted of a green Northwestern sweatshirt and comfy jeans. For one evening I was a Mom. I answered the door as the bell rang(multiple times I might add, some by the same child) and held this newborn baby whose spirit wanted to run out with the rest of the children and join in the fun. My costume was scented with formula and baby's breath, the scent that a mother could recognize anywhere. It was decorated with sleepiness from a long week, yet filled with pure content. And maybe it had a little chocolate on it because every time the door was answered it went 'one for me, one for you'.

My night ended with that sweet little one upon my heart, breathing in and out, peaceful... and dreaming of heaven.

This was the best Halloween ever. No pictures were taken, but the memory might be strong enough to last forever.