Why do they plague me so

I am distressed. Not only do I not have a job, but a week or so back, went to the mountains with my friend to shoot some photos of the high water and lesser waterfalls all the rains had created. Alas even before I could get one pic taken, there was a disaster. Yes.. a bad one. For no reason at all, the tripod suddenly bucked and my Canon EOS D60 went crash. Well, it crushed one side of the flash boot. The pop of flash no longer works, but the worse thing of all, it did something to the shutter. It won't open. So my beloved camera is defunct. I have to send it off to Canon to even get an estimate for the repair, provided it can even be repaired. It is a discontinued camera these days. I just want to cry. I am truly beginning the think that the powers that be have it out for me seeing that one problem after another keeps slapping me in the face. I am nearing a breaking point. Photography had become my biggest coping skill. Now I am without. Sure I still have my old film cameras. My EOS Rebel X and my other EOS Rebel, but its not the same. I want my D60 to function again. I am so ready to scream. The longer I go without a job, the more disheartened I get. The more bored with life I get. I feel like banging my head against a wall. Life is really getting on my nerves. I keep wanting to tell the Creator and the Universe where this all can be stuck, but that gets me nowhere. I think I need a Sugar daddy. Someone to rescue me from all my woes. ::sigh:: I am stuck in Wonderland. The Alice who can never escape the Queen... My head being lopped off and lopped off and lopped off in a nightmarish, repetitive loop. Help...I need to get out.

Why do they plague me so

Well, its been awhile. Again I am riding that rickety roller coaster of life. My back has recuperated for the most part. I was working in the Access Dept at the homecare place where I had once been a hospice nurse. My position there has been terminated and I was given two weeks of pay to find a job. Which is all fine and good, except now I will be jobless and thus moneyless come Nov 6th unless I find a new job soon. I have sent in all sorts of resumes and filled out applications. Finally got a call for an interview. It is set for Nov 20th. Oy..but at least it is an interview. It is rather sad that I am having so much difficulty finding a job. I am an RN. A nurse, but a lot of places have hiring freezes or do not hire RN's. Silly that. It's rather frustrating. You would think an RN would have no trouble at all finding a job. Have to wait and see. I am so tired of this rocky ride. Wish I could win the lottery, marry a millionaire or something...anything...

Why do they plague me so

Yes, it has been sometime since I have been about on Deviant Art and this is just a spotty and rare moment as that I am still in the process of recuperating from emergency surgery on my back.

Long story short...had a lumbar disc that decided to go from herniation to full blown rupture thusly resulting in the loss of right foot function and weakness of leg....they call it foot drop. Ended up having emergent surgery on Nov 24th and the rest is history from there.

Lately as I recovery another distressing situation has come up. My grandfathers heart and kidneys are failing. He is presently hospitalized but is due to go home soon with hospice care. He is a well loved grandpa and upon passing will be greatly missed.

Life is a roller coaster of up and downs and with the new year things do not seem to be any better than the past four.

I do know one thing. I am tired of this feeling called loneliness. Being single is no fun at all.

Looking for models.

After my photoshoot with Christie, I have decided to do some model seeking to try to help establish a portrait business of sorts. I am looking for models, relatively local (meaning can travel to nearby states to TN). Models can be any age, body type, etc. Beauty comes in all shapes, sizes, etc. Anyhow, if interested please contact me here on deviant art.

Thanks so much in advance

Happy Birthday to Me....

Well as of 1226am EST, June 2, I officially turned 38. What do I have to show for it? A torn rotator cuff (yup that is what turned out to be wrong with my shoulder), one cortisone shot four days prior and more than likely a birthday celebrated alone and working my tail off.

I have worked 65 hours this week and now will be so exhausted I really will not feel like enjoying my birthday at all. Of course, I wasn't looking very forward to it in the first place. It sucks to be my age and single...What more can I say.

So all in all I sing to myself "Happy UnBirthday to me"