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Red noses run in our family.
May 8th, 2009
Remember how I told you there were things I held back from you, Internet? And how I promised to tell you a secret? This is it.
My family of origin is a bonafide clown troop. I never feel embarrassed to be a clown when I am in character, but for some reason feel embarrassed to admit it when I am just me. Red noses give a girl a lot of confidence. On the far left is Charlie, he is a mute clown-think very Charlie Chaplinesque. Then we have Posie, and JoJo, they are very classic clowns. Next is Ladee, she is best with small children because she wears little make-up and no wig, sorta like that big comfy couch clown. 
We introduced a new clown while performing at the local Relay for Life. He was a hit. His clown name was Jonah, he carried around a little fishing pole with a stuffed whale attached and pretended to fish in funny places. He is a natural. 
Just in case you were wondering where baby clowns come from, when a Mama clown and a Daddy clown love each other very much….they bump noses? 
My darling husband stayed home, I wonder why? We no longer clown very often, and just for charity gigs now, but back in the day, JHJ and I did enough birthday parties to be able to keep from getting a real job, and JoJo has even been shot out of a cannon at the Shriner’s circus. That actually explains a few things.
There you go Internet. Now you know everything. Almost!
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This post made my day! Your family is so dang cute!!! Can I claim them as my own?
Oh, Shoeshe, you know you are already part of the family.
This did not come as a huge surprise to me. Did I already know?
So a family that clowns together stays together? I’ll have to make a note of that!
all as cute as can be!
Maybe I am, but I am a miserable clown. I had to be a “rodeo clown” for Greek Rodeo when I was in college, and was HORRIBLE!!! Is it sad that I’m naturally funny, but when I try to be funny you can hear crickets? So, alas, I gave up the clown shoes (and the spinning beanie) and became ShoeShe the youth minister instead (maybe there was more clowning involved there than I previously considered)…and am now back to just plain ShoeShe.
OH NO!! Why didn’t you tell me that BEFORE I bumped his nose!
I’m told that when the baby clown got home, he cried because he had to wash his clown off. What a fun night for a good cause. Thanks for joining us.
I love it! Clown family!
I have an aunt and uncle (and cousin) who are magicians. They seem like the most normal people, and then they are asking to cut you in half. Those crazy kooks.
I like your blog, too!