Santa

My first real live experience with Santa left an indelible impression on my brain.

I was probably 5 years old and I knew that the whole Santa thing was a sham but this was a WOMAN. [That's totally pathetic] I remember thinking at the time. I'm pretty sure it pissed me off.

We used to drive to Brooklyn on Christmas Eve to see my relatives for a big party and then usually spend the night and come home super early Christmas morning.

While we were in the driveway, my Father would 'accidently' spill my crayons in the back of the car [I never left home without them] and then sprint inside to put the presents under the tree.

It was really complicated b/c we didn't have a fireplace, only a chimney that let to the furnance so my mom explained that she left the backdoor open.

Little did I know then that we are all Santa and she was totally right.

Holidays

Wow. Before I even had a chance to answer emails about how Thanksgiving was, it is suddenly smack in the middle of the Christmas/Hannukah/Kwanza/New Year's etc. season. Tada!

And here we are. Right here, right now. I'm updating my art site. Can't wait for everyone to see.

Real Live Crash Experience

{As in "Crash" the movie.} I was talking to Theresa, the woman that helps me clean and we started talking about how she donates money to her son's highschool.

The nicest person ["Bob"] helped me when my car ran out of gas last summer. He helped me push it to a safe place, drove me to get gas, helped me fill the car and waited until I was on my way.

Bob is a guidance counselor at this same highschool. I brought him cookies to thank him.

Bob is also her son's guidance counselor.