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Once upon a time, there lived a little girl. More than anything in the whole wide world, this little girl wanted to be loved. She searched many, many foreign places for love. She kissed many toads for love. She loved and she loved and she loved. The more she loved, the harder it became. Her tiny little heart was fading. Layers and layers of molten skin were binding her. Finally, the little girl exploded. She began lashing out at everything and everyone in sight. Bolts of lightning were striking all she touched and did not touch. She began to spin out of control. As she spun, rings and rings were spinning off of her painting the earth. Many colors began flying throughout the air. Suddenly, she was naked. She looked into the water and there, she found her love. Now, to find the prince…

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Jellyfish

14" x 18" Acrylic with Ink on Canvas
Being a single mom certainly is entertaining! As my daughter approaches the age of 17, it is a good thing that I have mellowed throughout the years. Last night, she told me she was spending the night with a friend. Parents said it was ok. She texted me at 3:30 a.m. telling me that her and 3 others were out in our back yard. By the time I got outside, they were in her car - it was raining. I made her come in the house - alone. The "truth" came out. Parents were not aware she and the 2 others were staying the night. Parents had planned to be gone for the night. Plans changed and they were coming home...so they came here. She was waiting until it turned 6:00 a.m. to take them all home due to curfew. She wasn't concerned at 2:30 a.m. when she drove. Anyway, I took her phone and her car away from her. She wasn't driving anywhere and the others needed to call their parents to come and get them. No, they were not coming into the house. I made them sit outside in the car beginning at 4:00 a.m.
I was fuming. I told my friend "this is when I truly despise my ex" (he doesn't see her). It is difficult at times not being able to share the trials and tribulations. My friend replied "he is a spineless jellyfish....without the sting". Funny sometimes where my inspiration arrives from!
At 7:00 a.m., 1 of her friends had left and 2 remained. I made cinnamon buns and let them come into the house. 3 hours of having to sit in one place seemed enough. Yes, I stayed up and kept an eye on them. As I was watching them, remembrance of my own teenage years flooded by. Wasn't hard to find empathy for those kids!

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