Masturbation

18" x 24" Acrylic with ink on canvas

11-22-2008

What a week! It went by so fast with so much that it is just wow! We had rehearsal for the xmas party, which was soooo much fun. I have discovered that I absolutely love performing! Then we had our Thanksgiving dinner. All 5 pounds of my potatoes were gone. There was so much food. I, myself, only partaked a little. Watching those pounds here! In all actuality, it is not like I am "watching" anything. It is more like just alot. Jamie's husband deep fried the turkeys. One was creole butter and the other was roasted garlic & herb. Garlic and herb was my favorite. Seemed to melt in my mouth.

This morning when speaking with my mom, I told her I had asked Jamie if her husband would fry me a turkey. My mom got so excited. So did my kids. It was like, ok, grandma, your turkey "breast" is ok, but I heard that once you eat a fried turkey, you will never go back!!! So yes, Bill, Jamie's husband, is frying my turkey. I went out and bought the 12 pound turkey, the injectable roasted garlic and herb stuff, and the peanut oil. Bobby, my friend at food lion, helped me greatly!

The painting above, came after speaking with my mom this morning. I called her when I woke up this morning, around 7:30. She told me she still had her pajamas on (it was 8:30 there); she asked me if I did. I told her I was just putting my night clothes on for I sleep naked. She then informed me that "no, you can't sleep naked at my house".

Earlier this week, my mom had asked me, "you're not smoking again are you"? Damn. I cannot lie. I confessed that, "yes, being a single mom is rough, so yes, i do smoke to release the stresss". Oh my. This morning I "confessed" to my mom that I only smoked 1 cigarette today. I told her about visiting my friend, who found her friend's father dead. No, not a place of choice. Yet, it was a place. My friend, Sue, had experienced "something" which she did not choose, yet it existed. I listened. What else can one do? Anyway, back to the smoking, I smoked my friend's cigarette, coming home to none. I told my mom about "stresss", about "life", I then told her that I wasn't going to smoke again until after she died, my mom's response, "I'll come back to haunt you after I die". No, I haven't smoked since, nor is the "desire" in me.