Ricky and perhaps DOB in the Lou with the Sweating.

Npr’s Planet Money did a podcast about it:

Planet Money: Fears of a Clown

Time to be afraid.

because Jesus is the light.”

overheard in the Pheonix Airport

We just got back from a whirlwind trip to the Lou. My parents thought we were coming in to tell everyone we were having a baby. Which we are not. We just wanted to see the new Chiggins child, the big Aud. Who is really cute and not as fat as all that. And to eat Easter Pie with friends and Family (Easter Pie = three pounds of meat and cheese (or cheese and veggies) baked in delicious bread that you only get to eat on Easter). I also got to hang out with E-Zee and spend a little time at my brother’s man house.

I am glad to be getting back to work after recharging the family batteries. Now to convince the F-bomb to make summer pie….

I went to the late night clown cabaret last night. Which I guess was not technically late at night, but ten o’oclock on a Monday seems pretty late. It was so good to have the whole thing turning into an event, when I rolled up outside of it the people who saw the earlier show were all really psyched about it and I was kind of sad to have missed a show I was on my way to see. Clown-stalgia?

Today Hot French IT and an early night. Huzzah!

When my family and I went to New Zealand I got drive around the south island in the rain. My favorite thing was driving by these tremendous fields of sheep and honking the horn. Every single sheep would whip it’s little head around to look at us. It amused me for hours. I knew I was thinking small:

Anyway spring has come to San Francisco which means that we need to enjoy the weather before the summer comes and we freeze our bottoms off. It also means that the crazy people who live outside of the Hot French IT office building have moved onto their warm weather wear which apparenly involves wearing little pea-coat length trench coats and white people flesh colored dance belts (over black skin) and flip flops. I normally would not think too much of it, but there were a couple of crazy people dressed thusly hanging out having a completely normal conversation like two sisters meeting each other for coffee. As far as I could tell neither commented on the other’s habiliment.

I also went to the dentist yesterday. They didn’t want me to get surgury, which makes it a departure from my last five dental appointments.

Last week we were graced by Miss K from the Lou. She taught me a little bit more french so I can start to mix it into some of the conversatoin at Hot French IT. I am not exactly sure when it best to use my new favorite France-ism, (I am not going to attempt to spell it here) but I have hope that the moment will come. We went up to Wino Country last weekend, which was very pretty but kind of lame for me, the designated driver. The best part was the ladies that walked around with their wine glasses attached to strings around their necks. It was kind of like the SF version of Float Trip where you keep your sunglasses and beer cozy on a string so they don’t float away in the river.

Then on Friday, the F-bomb did a a solo bit at a show. She did our bell act (getting nine audience volunteers to play Hall of the Mountain King on handbells) all by herself. It was amazing. Using one audience volunteer by yourself is scary, but she had ten strangers on stage with her and she made with the funny. My wife keeps impressing me in new and different ways.

Yesterday was Tax day. It took many hours and was pretty sickening for awhile, but I think we are going to be okay and probably won’t go to jail.

and DOB all you had to do was ask and we could have put on an airport show just for you (and the TSA).

The other night I slept on a rolled up yoga mat. It was uncomfortable at first but dropped right off to sleep. I woke up feeling absolutely amazing. My back and hip didn’t hurt for the first time in two and a half months. I didn’t notice how much pain I had been in or how long it had been going on until it was finally gone. I felt like a king. The next day, it came back. Dammit!

Unfortunatly later during the weekend the aunt and uncle came to see one of our most unfortuante shows. It was a show for kids which was mostly attended up adults, which makes the kids uncomfortable, and the performers uncomfortable and any audience participation a pain. Thankfully they had cupcakes.

The next two weeks are going to be great though, on Friday KK comes to town and we will go up to wino country. Well they will go to wino country, I will drive them around. Then the F-bomb’s sister is coming in from the Lou for a couple of days. This is the girl who didn’t visit us the five years we lived in Chicago, but as soon as we moved to the same city as the Full House house she can’t wait to get on a plane.