Thursday, November 19, 2009

Brugs

These are my brugmansia cuttings that I have rooting in the house right now. They are doing really well as this is a sunny window. Eventually, they will be put in bigger pots and moved out to our patio. Yes, that means that I need 60, 10 gal pots. There will be no room for us!


I love the names of these plants. Here are a few names of the plants that I have: Wreched Mess, Dr. Seuss, Supernova, Phenomena, Pink Master, Ecuador Pink, Angel's Moonlight and Monkey Shine. Groovy!

Monday, November 16, 2009

Further Ammo for Non- Cat People to Claim that Cats are Gross (AKA- Scenes from Our Kitchen)



Sunday Morning









Sunday, November 8, 2009

Woodfire Grill

Thanks for the memories, Kevin!

Monday, November 2, 2009

Happy Kid, Dirty Face







Sunday, November 1, 2009

Halloween 2009

I should add, we went to the mall because it was raining. But we left the mall and then joined our next door neighbors in a housing development that was throwing a trick-or-treating event. It was so much fun. Zubin absolutely loved knocking on doors and scoring candy.





Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Never Forget

Sunday, October 18, 2009

We Travel to Crazy Places

We went with Max and Tracy to a pumpkin farm today. Except when we got there, they had no pumpkins. It turned out to be an apple orchard that charged a whole of money for not a whole lot. We had a good time and made the best out of it.

However, the place was seriously creepy. Look below.

Zubin now has white velcro sneakers just like his great-grandparents. He no longer complains about shoes not fitting well so we don't care that he looks like my grandpa.

Zubin loved petting the chicks. He was really gentle but did try to scruff them by the neck or pull them up by a wing. BUT, he was really gentle doing it.

Here I am being molested by pygmy goats.


When feeding hungry animals, always pick your kid up. Max did fine here because he did not have goat food in his hands.
Goats going in for the kill.

Creepy
Really creepy
Kids just love this sort of thing, don't they?
Super scary 3 Little Pigs
We got to pet Toro the bull. Neither kid wanted to sit on Toro. Toro's helper guy in the back didn't want to get off his cell phone. I have eighteen chins in the below picture.

Scary witch on hayride. Oh yeah, great kid exhibit!
This catfish looked like Jaws from behind. When we went by it, it squirted water all over us. Who needs that when it is 40 degrees out?
Zubin looks stunned.
Tim likes to take pictures of people getting their picture taken.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

This Week With The Martin Boy

Only I would consider hiking in slip off Birkenstocks. Not a smooth move.
Horizontal stripes do not make a belly look flat.


Ballet and Tap class.

The kid on the left doesn't seem to want to be doing this.
This is the day Zubin grew within hours. Those pants were long on him and that shirt was loose when we sent him to school.

Monday, October 12, 2009

Funny Calls

Apparently, the person who had my cell number before me was named Harry Ball. I get a call a day asking form him. Apparently, if we was actually a real person, he owes some folks money.

Friday, October 9, 2009

Pants on the Head

More fun than playing at the park. Just stick pants on his head and watch him go!
I think that is Mac and Cheese on the face. His skin looks a little sticky and yellow.
Can you identify what television program we are watching? I will give you a clue:
"If I could wish, for just one dish, my greatest wish would be more fish."
Fun with Momma's eyeliner
The couch is mine. All mine.
Blurry picture but kinda funny.
He was demonstrating his tap dancing skills.

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Playing with Our Peeps






















Thursday, October 1, 2009

Well Said

eve ensler wrote this for the huffington post
it says all i wanted to


"When I saw the petition protesting the recent arrest of Roman Polanski in Switzerland was signed by some of my most cherished artists -- the likes of Pedro Almodovar, Ariel Dorfman, Costa Gavras, Jonathan Demme, Sam Mendes -- men who I believed to be champions of women's and human rights, frankly, I was shocked. It made it distressingly clear to me that all our years of work have not yet penetrated or changed the culture so that it understands that rape is a legal crime and a crime against the soul. As a survivor, I can attest to the fact that rape forever changes your life, robbing you of dignity, self-worth, agency over your body, and comfortability with intimacy and trust, while also escalating a pervasive sense of isolation and shame.
After 11 years of traveling the world and meeting with rape survivors across the planet I can say that the long-term consequences are multiple and far-reaching, ranging from homelessness, drug abuse, and eating disorders, to imprisonment, suicide, and early death.
The petition defending Polanski doesn't even address his crime. Instead, it calls it a "case of morals." That expression -- a "case of morals" -- takes the anti-violence movement back about a hundred years. Rape is not a question of morals. In fact it's not even a question.
Let's review the facts:
1. A 13-year-old girl is lured to a house by promise of a job by a famous and powerful director.
2. She finds herself in a hot tub.
3. She has an asthma attack.
4. The director says he will help relieve her asthma attack and offers her (unbeknownst to her) half a Quaalude as a remedy.
5. Once the Quaalude takes effect and the girl is sufficiently pliant, he rapes and sodomizes her without consent.
6. When charges are pressed, the director later pleads guilty to "engaging in unlawful sexual intercourse with a minor."
7. After spending 42 days in prison, the director flees the United States to avoid the threat of further imprisonment.
What about this clear-cut case isn't criminal? Does Roman Polanski's undeniable brilliance as a filmmaker somehow not make him a rapist? Does his talent give license to violence? Does the brotherhood of fame endow you with a lifetime exemption from accountability?
No one is arguing the genius of Roman Polanski, or even the pain and tragedy of his difficult life. But in the end, that has nothing to do with the crime he committed. Being an artist does not make any of us exempt from the laws of humanity -- in fact, it actually makes us more responsible to them."

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Fun Night

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Ha Ha

Lacking fins or tail
The gefilte fish swims with
Great difficulty.

Beyond valium,
Peace is knowing one's child
Is an internist.

On Passover we
Opened the door for Elijah
Now our cat is gone.

After the warm rain
The sweet smell of camellias
Did you wipe your feet?

Her lips near my ear,
Aunt Sadie whispers the name
Of her friend's disease.

Today I am a man.
Tomorrow I will return
To the seventh grade.

Testing the warm milk
On her wrist, she sighs softly.
But her son is forty.

The sparkling blue sea
Reminds me to wait an hour
After my sandwich.

Like a bonsai tree,
Is your terrible posture
At my dinner table.

Jews on safari --
Map, compass, elephant gun,
Hard sucking candies.

The same kimono
The top geishas are wearing:
I got it at Loehmann's.

Mom, please! There is no
Need to put that dinner roll
In your pocketbook.

Seven-foot Jews in
The NBA slam-dunking!
My alarm clock rings ..

Sorry I’m not home
To take your call. At the tone
Please state your bad news.

Is one Nobel Prize
So much to ask from a child
After all I’ve done?

Today, mild schvitzing.
Tomorrow, so hot you'll plotz.
Five-day forecast: feh

Yenta, Shmeer, Gevalt,
Shlemiel, Shlimazl, Meshuganah
Oy! To be fluent!

Quietly murmured
At Saturday synagogue services,
Yanks 3, Red Sox 5.

A lovely nose ring,
Excuse me while I put my
Head in the oven.

Hard to tell,
White yarmulke or
Male-pattern baldness