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Life seems to just be in a downward spiral lately. Derek's dad's alzheimers has progressed basically from moderate to severe almost overnight. The changes are incredible. He is unable to wash himself, dress himself, or use the washroom himself. He gets lost in his own home. These past few nights he thinks he's on a camping trip. Seriously... it's scary stuff. One morning, he was naked in the hallway talking to the closet. Another time he peed on the bathroom floor and tried to wash his hands in the toilet. *ewww* He's having hallucinations, he walks around laughing for no reason. Recently, he's begun a "search" for something that he insists we've taken. He's so confused. It’s absolutely heartbreaking. It's like having an infant, babbling & drooling & completely dependant on us.
As worried as I am about him, I'm also really worried about Derek. He has permanent dark circles under his eyes, he's shakey, short tempered, & stressed out. We've been basically homebound for the last few months because Billy can't be left alone. I feel socially withdrawn, and I don't know how to handle such stressful situations.
As happy as I am to report on the "relationship front", we've been getting alone great, I'm also sad to say I can't really remember the last time we've had time for "us". Romance has definitely been put on the back burner...but it's completely understood.
Billy had an assessment the other day, and he is now on the waiting list for a nursing home. There is no guilt in that... because we know we have done all we can do.
The hardest thing of all is watching Derek lose another parent. It seems unfair & cruel. I have a newfound respect for that man. Seeing all he does for his father. Everything. I mean... the guy has to wipe his father's butt. He's amazing. *sniffles* gettin' emotional here.
As you can imagine, I've been living the life of a hermit. I stopped shopping. YES, I did! Since Christmas I have NOT shopped. Not much by choice, but because my car *RIP Betsy*, finally bit the big one. My muffler had come completely OFF and was dragging behind in a blaze of beautiful sparks. I drove it two weeks like that before I barrelled into derek's work one day in tears sniffling, "I REFUSE to drive this any more" *SNots*
I had another car in a week:) *BoaSts* Also, on Christmas day back home, I got into a fender bender with Derek's car. Nothing big except I misjudged the size of the WAGON I was driving and clipped a car's bumper. This car was a 1991 dodge shadow, and we chose NOT to go thru insurance. I ended up paying $680!! That's more than that effin car is worth! *grumbles*

NO, I do not have a ring yet, but the longer it takes, the less I care. Not meaning that in a bad way... but other things just seem so much more important right now than complaining about a lack of *sParkLies* on my finger. I will be thrilled if it does come, but to be honest, marriage is beginning to look less appealing. Lol. I always felt OLD as my friends slowly all took the walk down the aisle, leaving me behind as the everlasting bridesmaid. BUT, you know you feel REALLY old when your friends start getting divorced. *HoLy sChMolie* I don't want to be divorced by 30, so if it takes a little longer to be SURE, then it's worth the wait. HOLY SHIT. I think little Banana is growing up. *LooKit that!* *wATches as a piG flies by the wiNdow*
(HAHA) I kid, I kid
My birthday is in a few weeks. I’ll be 28. *NOT* a fan. I started using wrinkle cream last week. It's never TOO early.
I have a dog! Not really though. Our buddy Ryan's Mom passed away suddenly in Dec. and she left behind her beloved Dakota. The dog loves us, so he asked if we could watch her for a couple days.
Ummm... we've had her for 2 months. *sNickers* I LOVE her though, and I'm getting attached. She is so well behaved... ALL of my purses are safe:) *No worries*
To wrap up my little novel here... I'll finish by saying *WHOOHOOOOO!* Christa is moving back to Halifax from Russia in July, and Morgan is moving back in June! I'm preparing myself for a busy summer of bar hopping & martini nights. I will need to re-supply myself with boobie shirts of course. Of COURSE!

At what age are you considered a “Couger?”