<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889170487414634</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:15:54.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marla Moments</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlamoments.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889170487414634/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlamoments.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marla Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097568473958483989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_R60OE8c-CMw/R3RI71O-ixI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HzRGNa9Knbo/S220/wahoo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889170487414634.post-1698288351616710370</id><published>2008-02-29T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T20:49:22.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A word from the kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Words that make my heart melt...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I wish I could play with you every single day, all day long."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kid: "Why would you want to live here?"  me: "Because I love you guys."  kid: "Oh....(long pause)....really?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Miss Marla, are you poor?  You can have 76 cents from my allowance."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Will you sing me that song about God turning ashes into something beautiful like me?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Letter to their mom: "Dear Mom, Don't worry about me.  I met a new best friend named Marla."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Goodnight, Miss Marla.  I love you."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Words that just make me laugh out loud...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"You made me not pick up that towel I left on the floor!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"If you don't pick out my clothes for me, then I'll just go pick out ugly clothes and wear them to school!"   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"If I end up in band, I'll play the concussion." &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Will you help me with my homework?  You only have to do 10 problems."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"That's not fair.  Mr. Dan said  I could ride on top of your car if I wanted to!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"How much allowance will I lose if I stick my tongue out at you?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                                                    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889170487414634-1698288351616710370?l=marlamoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlamoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1698288351616710370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889170487414634&amp;postID=1698288351616710370' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889170487414634/posts/default/1698288351616710370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889170487414634/posts/default/1698288351616710370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlamoments.blogspot.com/2008/02/word-from-kids.html' title='A word from the kids'/><author><name>Marla Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097568473958483989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_R60OE8c-CMw/R3RI71O-ixI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HzRGNa9Knbo/S220/wahoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889170487414634.post-7297307005950738905</id><published>2008-02-06T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T22:11:04.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Power Uno Unleashed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_R60OE8c-CMw/R6qgSuW62hI/AAAAAAAAACA/cmX3tcizkkw/s1600-h/jenn"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164116166275947026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_R60OE8c-CMw/R6qgSuW62hI/AAAAAAAAACA/cmX3tcizkkw/s320/jenn%27s+wedding,+fam,+kids+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_R60OE8c-CMw/R6qfreW62cI/AAAAAAAAABY/p951p-tmS_I/s1600-h/100_0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164115491966081474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_R60OE8c-CMw/R6qfreW62cI/AAAAAAAAABY/p951p-tmS_I/s320/100_0097.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_R60OE8c-CMw/R6qfr-W62dI/AAAAAAAAABg/nHzuNzeLcvQ/s1600-h/100_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164115500556016082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_R60OE8c-CMw/R6qfr-W62dI/AAAAAAAAABg/nHzuNzeLcvQ/s320/100_0101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_R60OE8c-CMw/R6qfseW62eI/AAAAAAAAABo/voZAZ1c5AEI/s1600-h/100_0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164115509145950690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_R60OE8c-CMw/R6qfseW62eI/AAAAAAAAABo/voZAZ1c5AEI/s320/100_0205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lock up your children. Power Uno---a simple fun and crazy card game---has turned into a phenomenon that becomes addictive and spreads like the &lt;em&gt;plague&lt;/em&gt;. Once you play it you'll never go back to boring lame Uno. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You might be addicted to Power Uno if...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You have a permanent red hand-mark on your forehead &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You carry Uno cards everywhere with you in your purse or man-bag &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You try to force people to play the game to the point that they hate you at first then are forever grateful &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Seeing the numbers 8 and 0 make you very anxious &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You stop making plans with friends who refuse to play the game every time you come over &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You write blog-posts on it (I am not the only one!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. You buy decks of Uno cards to give away as gifts to new friends overseas...partly because you want them to have fun, but mostly because you want it to go global &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Spontaneously in conversations with people you'll shout, "SKIP you--haHA!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You've played it over 11 hours with 3 different groups of people in a two-day period &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You lie awake at night wondering things like, "I wonder if the person who invented the original Uno is Hispanic."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889170487414634-7297307005950738905?l=marlamoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlamoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7297307005950738905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889170487414634&amp;postID=7297307005950738905' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889170487414634/posts/default/7297307005950738905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889170487414634/posts/default/7297307005950738905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlamoments.blogspot.com/2008/02/power-uno-unleashed.html' title='Power Uno Unleashed'/><author><name>Marla Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097568473958483989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_R60OE8c-CMw/R3RI71O-ixI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HzRGNa9Knbo/S220/wahoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_R60OE8c-CMw/R6qgSuW62hI/AAAAAAAAACA/cmX3tcizkkw/s72-c/jenn%27s+wedding,+fam,+kids+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889170487414634.post-2058536650837266450</id><published>2008-01-28T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T11:34:21.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My friend Pam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_R60OE8c-CMw/R54FueW62bI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FG_wAqVGcYg/s1600-h/100_0685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160568518994483634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_R60OE8c-CMw/R54FueW62bI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FG_wAqVGcYg/s320/100_0685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pam with Sparrow Eyes So Deep&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pam with belly-laugh like music&lt;br /&gt;Beaming from deep sparrow eyes so&lt;br /&gt;Deep, in fact, they swallow&lt;br /&gt;You to whisper all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secrets meant for those who&lt;br /&gt;Are survivors&lt;br /&gt;Conquerors&lt;br /&gt;Those who laugh on glory’s side and&lt;br /&gt;Say Amen, Hallelujah, Thank You Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pam who every dark-dim morning&lt;br /&gt;Wakes to soak in presence of&lt;br /&gt;Her K’Dome baby boy&lt;br /&gt;Who lies so hold-your-breath-still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope-giver to remind her of&lt;br /&gt;The Gift&lt;br /&gt;Before there was&lt;br /&gt;No hope to give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pam whose knees make base-drum&lt;br /&gt;To the earth&lt;br /&gt;In repetition day and night&lt;br /&gt;To familiar sounds of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sirens, Yelling&lt;br /&gt;Knocking&lt;br /&gt;Banging, Ringing&lt;br /&gt;Screaming&lt;br /&gt;Cursing, Blaring&lt;br /&gt;Honking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat, beat, beat&lt;br /&gt;Beat on the woman&lt;br /&gt;Next door&lt;br /&gt;Who just last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Pam said&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you for your love and kindness to a stranger"&lt;br /&gt;Through her black-berry pie so&lt;br /&gt;Mouth-watering sweet to lick all fingers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pam whose back is aching from&lt;br /&gt;Carrying and bathing&lt;br /&gt;Auntie with one leg&lt;br /&gt;Who at one time kissed Pam's little-girl-forehead goodnight&lt;br /&gt;Now throwing daggers; cursing for want of cigarettes and beer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those sparrow eyes so deep to see&lt;br /&gt;Bus 217 driver needs a smile so she calls him&lt;br /&gt;By name and gives her belly-laugh that&lt;br /&gt;Brings spark to his eye never there before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889170487414634-2058536650837266450?l=marlamoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlamoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2058536650837266450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889170487414634&amp;postID=2058536650837266450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889170487414634/posts/default/2058536650837266450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889170487414634/posts/default/2058536650837266450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlamoments.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-friend-pam_28.html' title='My friend Pam'/><author><name>Marla Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097568473958483989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_R60OE8c-CMw/R3RI71O-ixI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HzRGNa9Knbo/S220/wahoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_R60OE8c-CMw/R54FueW62bI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FG_wAqVGcYg/s72-c/100_0685.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3889170487414634.post-4479579143927814694</id><published>2008-01-23T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T07:27:32.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonfire Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_R60OE8c-CMw/R5n_ZuW62ZI/AAAAAAAAABA/v_rs36tg1v8/s1600-h/jenn"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159435665535588754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_R60OE8c-CMw/R5n_ZuW62ZI/AAAAAAAAABA/v_rs36tg1v8/s320/jenn%27s+wedding,+fam,+kids+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_R60OE8c-CMw/R5n_aOW62aI/AAAAAAAAABI/iOphftaqM-U/s1600-h/jenn"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159435674125523362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_R60OE8c-CMw/R5n_aOW62aI/AAAAAAAAABI/iOphftaqM-U/s320/jenn%27s+wedding,+fam,+kids+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_R60OE8c-CMw/R5dvneW62UI/AAAAAAAAAAY/k6_FLH6vqn4/s1600-h/jenn"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We successfully pulled off our first bonfire (more like out of control camp fire) with the kids. After handling a run away dog, some initially reluctant participants, and about 50 requests to use the chain saw, the kids got to work on pulling in branches (even entire TREES) to use as wood. We ended up having enough for three nights of bonfires! My parents got to come that night and meet the kids and see most of them eat smores for the first time! Even our dog Prince did his part to help out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3889170487414634-4479579143927814694?l=marlamoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marlamoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4479579143927814694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3889170487414634&amp;postID=4479579143927814694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889170487414634/posts/default/4479579143927814694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3889170487414634/posts/default/4479579143927814694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marlamoments.blogspot.com/2008/01/bonfire-night.html' title='Bonfire Night'/><author><name>Marla Moments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01097568473958483989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_R60OE8c-CMw/R3RI71O-ixI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HzRGNa9Knbo/S220/wahoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_R60OE8c-CMw/R5n_ZuW62ZI/AAAAAAAAABA/v_rs36tg1v8/s72-c/jenn%27s+wedding,+fam,+kids+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
