Not that I’d ever expect anyone to know who I am, despite my stellar career as a blogging mommy and stage clown.

She told me: “Who you know is more important than what you know.”

She offered me the opportunity to pay $2500.00 to be a phone-in guest on blogtalkradio shows …for the exposure!

The  company will be going public in ten days  …on the New York Stock Exchange!

“People would hear you talk right on the show!”

“You’d have us behind you as a media giant!”

“All our hosts are very much professional!”

But wait, there’s more!

A plaque of accomplishment and two airline vouchers to any one of 35 destinations and a stay at a participating hotel are part of the package.

They could do a large build and get me an interview as soon as the second week in February.  A standard industry coded press release would be sent out over the internet and picked up by search engines.

“What would I talk about?”

I asked her this question, taking into consideration my blogging hiatus, my unfinished writing project, and the fact that I don’t have a new show opening this month.

“What is your business?” she countered.

“I’m confused.”  I said.

“There is nothing to be confused about.”

“Are you offering to pay me or are you asking me to pay you?”

Boy did she get off the phone fast.

She was calling from a Long Island area code.

It’s true.

I’m going to give myself the challenge of writing a new gag every week starting with the appliances in my apartment.

I’ve got quite a lot of material already from this morning’s exploits with the steam valve of our espresso machine.

The costume will be the perfect 50′s housewife dress…

Did I mention I love Anne Taintor.

Nope!

ALL GAMES FOR SATURDAY, OCTOBER 1 WILL BE PLAYED AS SCHEDULED

If the games are rained out during the day… parents pls. take down your goals!

Have fun!

Yeah!

My Kid loves to play in the rain.

I love to stand in the rain.

Not really…

Well sometimes…

It depends on who else is standing in the rain…

And what kinds of slips and falls the kids do on the wet astroturf.

It’s all clown!

It’s an advanced class and I was worried that I wouldn’t be to carve out enough writing time.  But now I can!

This is great!

Back to work.

Back to whateveritisthatido.

We are New Yorkers after all.

But first, $10 for half an hour of Segway in a parking lot–worth every penny.

On the way home we stopped in New Bedford, Mass to have some Moby Dick moments.

And now we’re were back in Brooklyn.

The whale watching charter was cancelled because of the fog so clowns with kids went to Bass River Sports World for mini golf and arcade games.  Hey we’re clowns!   It’s all good!

A swim in the indoor pool.

Tonight is the dressiest night.

Dinner.

Roasting Steve Smith–like a marshmallow!

Followed by the auction–and somehow we end up with baskets of plastic circus crap AND Marvin Martian!

Greg DeSanto’s International Clown Hall Of Fame and  Research Center deserves all the support it can get!!!