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I come from a crappy, blue blood family. They radiate the warmth of stick insects. So I have very little , or nothing to do with them.
Yes, sometimes I feel sorry for myself about not having a decent Mother, but screw it, it made me strong.
I am raising four teenage boys alone, that I had with my EX-Husband, John Sykes, from the 80's band Whitesnake and Thin Lizzy. So, the boys are good looking but they think I am an ATM, not a human being.
I am getting ready to go back to College. I got a Nursing degree in the 1980's, but I don't work as a nurse. Nursing is a ton of really bad smells.
I love art. I have been making things since I was a kid in my Dad's workshop. He was a modeler of custom built ships. They were about 14 feet long and the toilets flushed. I made all the furniture and soft items for them. When he died in 1996, they were sent to the Santa Barbara Maritime Museum, where they built the" Brooks Room" to show his work and honor him. I used to pick junk up in the workshop and Assemblage was born to me. I also make mosaics, decoupage, strange pieces, but my pride and joy are my lampshades. I have about 40 completed , but I have no business sense and feel too shy to try to sell them. So, they are boxed in the Garage.
I am taking classes in Silk screening and Assemblage for fun and I only feel happy when I am creating something. I CANNOT paint or draw, but I am going to learn. Hence the second enrollment in fundamentals. Blah.
I did the rehab thing and I did everything else. I began getting tattoos at the ripe old age of 50. My tattooer, Doug has done several Audrey Kawasaki's on my arm, and she won't add me on my space. That hurts my feelings
I look good for my age, probably because I never meet anyone over the age of 20 ( remember that I have 4 boys and they have a lot of friends), so that's who I wind up hanging with. I was married for 18 years and divorced him in 1999 and haven't been on one date yet. That guy was hot, but damn, he burned me out. I am beginning to think about noticing that guys exist again, but I'm not sure. I like not tripping over boots in the morning. I could write a book, but I'll spare you.
Thanks!