This page I made, no quickpage! I am so proud of myself, LOL. These photos were taken in Italy, at a beach resort in Senigallia, still my favorite Italian vacation spot by far. I look at these photos and to be honest it's hard to believe this was... gulp, 33 years ago. Good grief.
Next week I'm starting my Photoshop & Digital Photography class at the College for my degree, so as an effort to put "my all" in them, I will use my own photos and then manipulate them in Photoshop by modifying them and add quotes in them and then make them into either scrapbook kits, or Incredimail letters/tags etc. wallpapers or whatever I come up with and then post them here. I really need to use my skills if I want to get better and better and better at it, and since my degree, future business and livelyhood will need to rely on my passion, so be it. It's a nice distraction from my daily life.
I know that most people are surprised when I tell them my degree is NOT in Nursing! Oh no, thanks. I am a nurse every single day to my son and I don't enjoy it one tiny little bit. It's a departure for my husband, since his sister, daughter & ex-wife are all nurses. I am more the creative type, I love beautiful things and I want to share beautiful things. Just me! I wish I had more time to devote to this kind of stuff because it truly makes me happy, but there are days where EB just overwhelms me. One would think that after 14 years it would just get easier, but it's just draining and relentless. Nicky's at the age where parents of normal 14 year olds have a little independent person on their hands and Nicky is everything but independent and will probably never be. EB takes a toll on everything and everyone. I can't remember when was the last time I went out on a 'date' with my husband... 2008? Honestly, I think since we got married 8.5 years ago we've gone out to dinner 5 times. There is no family here from either side and also from Nicky's dad's side and all my friends are everywhere but here, so we're in it alone. I guess people might think EB goes away or gets better, well folks, it doesn't. It gets worse. I think at this point I got Nicky pretty much 'stable', but it's a fight every single day, with every new wound, every new surgery, medicines here, therapy there, it's never-ending. After 14 years I've learned to manage my time, but if I have to pick between cleaning and have some time for 'me' on the computer, I chose the latter, because I know it's less costly than anti-depressants. This does not mean my house looks like a pig-stie, let's just say I pick my battles. Kitchen and Bathrooms are always clean and the laundry is always done, the rest, it comes and goes. We could use some major help, but we don't have it and that's that. I've learned to live without it.
Well, I am off cooking for the Superbowl! Go Steelers!!!
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