Passing On The Baton

Thanks to OddTodd, and being his Sunday Blog last week, I got to meet some truly wonderful cyber-folk and sink my teeth into BlogLand full steam.

Thanks to THE DAILY FARMER, who is OddTodd’s Blog this week, for mentioning me in HIS blog. Us musicians should ALWAYS help each other out! He’s even put my picture up on his blog! If I had his picture, I’d do the same. Anyhow, when you are done here, then jump over to his Blog and check him out. He’s really fine!

Thanks to my dad who gave me his sucky cold last weekend. I'm feeling like poor dreck right now and am getting ready to take a handful of DayQuil!*************************************************************************

My stepdaughters are visiting from California this week. They are pretty wonderful, but you know, no matter what, IT’S DIFFERENT WHEN THEY’RE YOURS! As much as I love the silly time that we have together, I really enjoy the quiet time when their dad takes them out for a while. I’m not cynical, just used to being childless and used to devoting all of my attention to my cats! (Who are pretty darn adorable, if I must say so myself!) I mean, these are NORMAL red-blooded American girls, (even if their dad is English), who aren’t used to being around us Artsy Fartsy types. Therefore, it is my mission in life to corrupt these kids and show them how to find your, shall we say, wackier side! I personally would like to thank ALLEN SHERMAN for being one of MY main influences. When I was growing up I thought that he was right up there with Mozart & Beethoven! …And they actually trust me to be a STEPMOM!

So yesterday, when the temperature got down to –5 here in NYC, we went to the Main Post Office to participate in OPERATION SANTA. We read about 75 letters from underprivileged boys & girls, (and some moms who wrote on their kids behalf), who had written to Santa in the North Pole asking for Xmas presents. All of the letters get filtered through the post office to this one room where all of the letters are sorted out. The object is to pick a letter and adopt the kid, or entire family, and play Santa. We always chose to be anonymous and let the kid believe that the package is mysteriously coming form Santa with a New York City postmark! Let me tell you, some of these letters could truly break your heart. And some were pretty funny. There were a lot of them asking for X Boxes, Timberland boots, Ipods, and violent computer games like GRAND THEFT AUTO. (Pretty ironic when you think that this game has you stealing cars, beating up hookers, and shooting people. Yikes.) Needless to say, these weren’t the letters that moved our hearts. There was even a letter that was printed on stationary from THE PLAZA HOTEL! (The kid has good taste!)

Anyhow, we all chose a kid whose letter had me WEEPING…yes WEEPING out loud. My blue mascara was running down my face while my stepkids looked on in wonderment at this strange person who is their StepMom! CLICK HERE to read this letter and tell me if you don’t think that it is a 9.9 on the weepster scale. By the way, sorry if this posting is getting “Chick-like”, but fuck, I AM A CHICK AND SOMETIMES I GET WEEPY! Be a man and admit that this is powerful shit!

We went out shopping for “our kid” after we left the P.O. I took this picture while shopping in a discount store on 34th street. I’ll leave you with picture of:

A TOY WE COULD DEFINITELY LIVE WITHOUT