Poor poor me

Sometimes my son amazes and embarrasses me (and himself) with his outright rudeness. I wonder where I was when I should have been raising him to be respectful, especially to me...(if only I had the Crack Whore excuse). It goes to show, yet again, how pitiful my best efforts at parenting have been.
Then of course, there are other times when he dazzles me with his capacity for kindness and consideration of others.
I think I'm just going to go with bi-polar; it lets me off the hook for everything and I hear the medication fetches a great price on the street. Let's not forget I have private school to pay for.

Good Intentions

I really want to clean my house, garage and car....but I think I need to wait until I lose weight so that I will have more energy.
I was hoping my dinner of Almond Cherry Clusters would give me a boost but as I lie here writing this, it would appear not.

Telenovellas continued..

I still find it hard to believe that there is so much family drama so soon after my mum died. I miss her and think about her every day, and I wonder what she would think if I ended up with a 30 year old Nigerian step mom. There is a possibility that she would find it quite hilarious.Or not.

Following on from yesterday's post; I found out that I have an identical twin sister who was in a coma for fifteen years but woke up a couple of years ago and moved to Rio where she underwent a sex-change operation then moved to the states to track me down and we started dating. (It was all part of a plan to ruin my life for as I was the twin kept by my parents whilst she was rejected and put up for adoption.) We almost got married until my grandmother (who I thought had died in 1988) showed up at the church during the wedding ceremony to warn me of the impending disaster, so then together we killed my evil twin and buried her at sea. During the murder my grandmother was mortally wounded; her last words to me were to tell me that I was, in fact, the secret daughter of Fidel Castro. I buried my granny alongside my evil twin and I am trying to move on with my life.

Telenovellas

Ever since I left home at 16, I've been bringing my own drama to my own life, thank you very much. It's not an easy job but I do it so well...
As my dad tells me that he wants to get remarried because he is lonely (my mum has been dead for two months), it occurs to me that my dad cannot go to the toilet by himself, get in and out of his chair by himself, feed himself; do anything for himself except light his own cigarettes. I would hazard a guess and say that he is not a winning romantic proposition. This leads to the question "Who would marry him?", and from there, my life starts to resemble a Mexican soap more and more with each passing day.

One for the money

It's so hard to come up with a great, meaningful money-making idea when all the important stuff has been invented already.

Girl

This is another painting from 2007. It's oil on canvas and it's called 'Girl'. When I started this painting it was going to be about the exploitation of young girls; I had been listening to a story about young girls sold into 

prostitution in South East Asia. As I worked on it the painting became about other things, about girls in general, and also about loneliness.