Frankie was an Old-timey Strong Man for Halloween this year. He was going to be Lance Armstrong and ride his trike - but at my cousin Coley's suggestion we converted his short pajamas into a strongman costume - complete with a 200 lb. barbell. The costume was a big hit, especially the moustache. On Saturday, we went downtown to see Frankie's friend Ethan and that's where most of the pitcures were taken. Enjoy!
This picture was taken in Michele's Mom's basement. Michele reminded me of the day we were walking on Seventh Avenue and she found this cement Great Dane (it's since been painted) and lugged it home so she could give it to her mom. Now Frankie thinks it's a rocking horse (not unlike the pictures I've seen of Michele riding the living, breathing version of this statue that used to live in that house). It all comes full circle, people.
On Saturday, Ethan Girz turned one - and he had a party to celebrate at a playground downtown. Click here to see the pictures in slideshow form. Click here to see them in a stationary fashion. Happy Birthday Ethan!
FTM went to his first Bar Mitzvah this weekend and he was a little champ. We were celebrating from 9:30 AM until 6PM when we headed back to the city and Frankie didn't have one breakdown. Lately, I've been realizing that he's not a baby anymore - he's a little kid. Now, if only we could get him to eat kid food - instead of the mushy baby food...
Click here to see a slideshow of pictures from this weekend. Or click here to see them in a stationary fashion. And don't be fooled by the pictures of FTM seemigly eating an ear of corn. Yes, it's true he can pick it up and put it in his mouth. And, yes, it's true he can bite the corn off of the cob and chew them. But that's as far as it goes. The little corn pieces are then dribbled and spit out of his mouth onto his shirt, the table, his dad, the ground, all over. It's truly a sight to behold - we should set up a side show at Coney Island, "The Kid Who Puts His Food Everywhere But In His Mouth".
People magazine is coming out with their "Hottest Bachelors" issue tomorrow and as a treat for all of us toiling peons they trotted some of them into our lobby for autographs and pictures. No, not Brad Pitt, but guess who was there? Dhani Jones - a real live Eagle. I know about his website because it was featured in the issue of Sports Illustrated that I asked him to sign. An issue I hold personally responsible for the loss of the Superbowl - don't they know about the Sports Illustrated curse? He graciously signed it anyway, even though the Eagle on the cover was Donovan McNabb.
I haven't been taking many pictures with the camera lately, since I discovered the ease of the camera phone. As easy as it is to take pictures with my phone and have them appear to the right - the quality is pretty poor. So I've hauled out the camera and taken some pictures and posted them here. There's some from April. Some from May. And most from last weekend. Enjoy.
This will be of interest to very few people (thankfully, most of them are readers of this blog). I have built a new Grubb-centric picture blog called grubbweek. (by "built" I mean I clicked the appropriate boxes on typepad and they built it). It's just a beginning - but I hope it will turn into a repository for all Grubb-based photo images on the web. I've named it grubbweek after our yearly family reunion, which will be held this August in Sea Isle City, New Jersey. For those of you not hip to the new hotness - Sea Isle is sooooo much better than the Hamptons and much, much more exclusive. So check out the pics - post some comments - and, if you're not a Grubb, forget about it immediately afterwords. And if you are a Grubb (or married to one) send more photos.
I came across this site a while ago and bookmarked it because I thought it was a great idea. Screen shots of movie montages - sorted by type, like training (Rocky, Dirty Dancing), building (One Crazy Summer, Real Genius) and dating (Better Off Dead, Mannequin). And there, in the Rocy II montage - was Madeline - my babysitter when I was little. It's been part of my family's lore that Madeline was one of the kids in the Rocky II movie who run after Slyvester Stallone when he runs around South Philly, and that she was wearing a red sweatshirt. I can't really see this kids face, but if exaggerated, 20 year old stories are to be belived, then there she is.
Cape May, NJ is repealing a law that bans "skin tight, form fitting or bikini type" bathing suits on men. Apparently the law was put on the books in the 60's "in response to complaints about gay men wearing them". It's a good thing America is so much more open minded about that stuff now.
Someone should do something about that poor, impressionable, young boy on the right. That speedo-wearing man is clearly flaming.