Dan The Poet Man

So I was going to take a week off, but the public cry of outrage was so extreme I had to start posting again. And by "public cry of outrage" I mean the cry of guilt from deep within my soul. It wouldn't shut up until I posted again. I am an addict.

On our drive home from Boston, Nell introduced me to Dan The Poet Man. He's this guy who fancies himself a comedian/entertainer/poet, and as such makes You Tube videos of his routines. He rambles a bunch of nonsense and makes up ridiculous songs and dances. Basically he's just a retarded a-hole. But for some reason you can't stop watching.

Nell is especially obsessed with his knee movements.

Dan The Poet Man videos.

Ava's Fashions, Seersucker Cuties

Found these pics of Cole and Zach trying on their outfits for Brooke's wedding last summer. Scrumptious.

Visions Of Babysitting Money In His Head

Colson with his new cousin Robert.

Da Dancers

I leave for Chicago today to compete/teach at the Chicagoland Country Dance Festival. I've never been to Chicago before, so it should be interesting. Not that I'll have any time to actually see the city, but whatever...Keep your fingers crossed/say a prayer/throw salt over your shoulder at noon on Sunday when we compete. If we win this one, we graduate to Masters.

Charmer

My niece Brooke babysat for me on Friday while I was in Boston. Yesterday she told me how Zachary behaved while she was here:

Did I tell you that Zach was totally trying to charm me Friday? I don't know if there was something he wanted but he never asked, but he actually ran up and gave me a hug when I got there, came upstairs often to see how work was...

When I went down to make them lunch I made pb&j on hamburger buns, and he said "oh wow, Mom has never made us pbj on that round bread. you are the fastest lunch maker."

Then when I was done working I went downstairs and Cole and Zach were goofing off and throwing pillows so I told them to go run around outside. And I offered to have a catch with them if they went outside quickly. Zach ran towards the garage and then ran back and stopped me and said wait, and he had to hug me and say "I like you!"

I was like okay, go! I told them to get a football from the garage and I'd play. Cole says "do you even know how to play football or throw one?" Zach says "Cole, I think she knows!" So I purposely threw it so Cole couldn't catch it for about 15 throws. (Yes, I was like you think you can talk crap?? Lets see your moves, kid.)

Later they got a soccer ball and the net out and the Cleary kids and Ava came to play. They all said I had to say go, to make sure they ALL started at the same time, and 3 or 4 times during the game, I'd get ready to say go and Zach would yell WAIT!! and run in his flip flops from the goal up to the front step to me and he'd have to hug and kiss me and then run back.

Each time he'd say I like you, Brooke. I said I like you too but this game is NEVER going to end!!

Four And One, Two, Three...

For those who missed them, my videos from Boston this past weekend.

With A Side Of A Grand Slam

I am throwing up even as I type this...

Cuteness......

My newest nephew, Robert Frederick.

Drives Me Crazy

I'm in Boston for the New England Dance Festival this weekend. Lots of dancing and competition...

But in other news, how irritated are all of you that my mother looks this good in a video chat???


When I video chat I look like something the cat dragged in. My mother looks like she's in a commercial. She was video chatting into the birth of my new nephew! Technology is something else.

Balls

I love this girl.

Funny Man

After seeing my husband's new Porsche Boxter:

Mom: Uh oh, I hope Bob (my Dad) doesn't get any ideas about having a mid-life crisis and asking for one of those.....

Eric: Um, yeah...I think his window of opportunity for a mid-life crisis is long gone.

Monday Mornings With Zachary

Zach shares what scares him, and talks about Uncle Eric's school.

Ava's Fashions

White polka dots with a wide white grosgrain belt. Denim capris and patent fushia peep-toe slingback wedges. Are you kidding me. She looks like her Gramma Lewis's granddaughter in this outfit.

Where Am I.........

Taking muscle relaxers at 6pm equals no blog post. I can't even account for my own whereabouts for the last 14 hours.

An Insane Conversation

Eric and I were having a conversation in the car last night driving home from Eagles Flight Night, where the Eagles invited families into the stadium to watch them practice. I was curious after watching the Eagles practice, why the defensive linemen don't sack, or at least partially sack, the quarterback. I mean, they run up to him and then just stop. I was so curious as to how a quarterback practices evading the linemen when he never has to do so in practice.

Eric said, no, you NEVER hit the quarterback in practice. But for me, if I were a quarterback, I'd want to have some practices where I had to fear a hit. I mean, I know these guys do it in college, but the speed of an NFL game is just so different. It's a whole new league, no pun intended. And even if you're a seasoned quarterback, by August you've probably gone 6 months without having to avoid a sack.

Eric: You have to realize, those quarterbacks have an inane sense of someone being close to them and about to hit them, even though they can't see them....

Suzanne: You just said "inane sense". You meant "innate sense".

Eric: Well actually, I meant inane sense....I mean, if Kolb was sensing tonight that he was going to get hit, that would be an inane sense, because he knows it's not going to happen in practice. So it's a sense that makes no sense. Hence it's an inane sense.

Suzanne: You are so full of shit I can't even believe it sometimes.

Eric: See, you always think I use the wrong words. But really, I'm just using words that have a deeper meaning than you can even fathom.

This is how amazing Eric's bullshit skills are. His ability to turn things around is unmatched. This guy doesn't need practice to evade an accusation, he goes to the Pro-Bowl in Table Turning every year.

I guess he just proved his point, that some people just have an innate sense of how to avoid getting sacked. Eric has much in common with these NFL quarterbacks.

Molto Bene!

My favorite jarred tomato sauce for the past 2 years or so has been Bertolli's Marinara With Burgundy Wine. If I'm not making my own tomato sauce, this is the only store bought sauce I can stomach. It's good enough that you don't need to add anything to it. Sometimes I do, I'll add onions and carrots, but if you don't have time this sauce tastes great on it's own. I especially love it with sweet or hot Italian sausage cut up into it.

S.O.S.

A while back, Ava had some trouble with her printer. But in typical Ava style, she didn't ask for help. She just left these papers around the house.

I Swear I Dance Better

So one night after I taught my weekly ballroom class, one of my students came up to me and said, "Oh, I Googled you the other night! I was hoping to find some videos of you dancing.". I was very flattered and wondered which ones she'd found, since there are plenty of them on the web. "Did you find my videos from the World Championships last year? Or maybe the Baltimore or Orlando events?"

"Oh I missed those", she said, "but the one I watched was really funny, I think it was you and your husband...you were singing...."

Oh lordy.

"Um........were we singing Copacabana....?"

"YES! That's the one! It was hysterical!!"

Wow. This is not what I want to be known for. There are so many great videos of me on the internet, and my dance students watched this one. Tragic...

We Interrupt Monday Mornings With Zachary

My brother Andrew and his wife Kathy introduced me to Louis C.K. this weekend. For those of you who haven't heard of this amazing comedian, here is the appearance on Conan that made him an overnight YouTube sensation, and then a TIME magazine interview in regards to this appearance.





For those who want more, he has a new show on FX, Tuesdays at 11pm. It's not for the faint of heart, as there is loads of language (the bad kind) and sexual references, but it's done in a very authentic, smart and warm way (you know how curse words can be warm...), so you almost don't mind it.

Ava's Fashions

Mint green tunic top with dark jeans. Accessorized with one brother in a coordinating shirt and a monkey in his underwear, you have bunches of cuteness.