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I thought you were dressing him up, chaining him up in the coop and letting the chickens take turns on his toes.![]()
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That's only on ThursdaysOooohhhh! ok!
I thought you were dressing him up, chaining him up in the coop and letting the chickens take turns on his toes.![]()
Dementia and Alzheimer's is so hard in everyone not just the victims. I hope someday they find a cure or at least a good treatment for the symptoms. My grandpa was a builder and real estate developer for over 50 years. He was going to let my husband and I rehab a run down house he owned and live in it when we were young. He was going to pay materials and we would do all the labor as our down payment to buy the house. It was nice because it was across from grandpa's house, which he built himself, and I got to see him every day. By the time the place was prepped and clean he had started mistaking me and my husband for his daughters (my mom and aunt. My husband is a pretty man.) And started calling us "the girls". I thought it was cute and I'd gently remind him I was his grand daughter and which of his kids was my mom. After about 2 months of putting in 50-60hrs a week we were ready to put an addition on the house. My husband dug the footings, put in the rebar and we were waiting for inspection to pass. My grandpa called the police and said Nazis were laying landmines on his property. When I finally got ahold of grandpa he accused me of destroying the house and said he didn't know who we were. The house was now almost fully remodeled inside and my husband keeps a clean jobsite so I'm not sure what set grandpa off. That poor man builds houses for 50 years and now he couldn't recognize footings, or his own granddaughter. I still blame his girlfriend because almost immediately after this the house was finished and she moved her adult sons into it. My husband and I were never compensated for our months of work. I didn't take it personally I knew it wasn't grandpas fault. But my husband was beside himself with anger and when he went to pick up his tools, he ranted and raved loudly in German (in which he is fluent) the entire time.If my stepdaughter steals another thing from me, I'll turn her in I have plenty of videos from her other thefts. She was also stealing from other family members and a family member's neighbor caught her in the act and she was arrested. Jail didn't help her, she learned things from other inmates. She knows everything. She went to rehab after jail and It may have helped some but I can't be sure because she is now living in another town but is on probation which she has to report to her probation officer weekly for a little over 2 more years and the probation officer does make surprise visits to where she is living and she must do random drug tests. She violated probation twice before. I was so upset when I discovered the thefts and because my husband refused to betray her I didn't turn her in because she was already in jail, but I did contact the sheriff and the prosecutor and sent them pictures of her stealing as they were going to recommend rehab. She was caught with cocaine and did a year in prison. I hope your stepdaughter wakes up and gets help.
My MIL was diagnosed with dementia. Her doctor would not diagnose it as Alzheimers. She did live to be a little over a week shy of her 95th birthday. Eventually she went into an assisted living. When we went to visit her she would introduce her son, my husband, as her husband. She lived with us but got hard to handle and would take off walking down the road stop cars that would drive by and tell people we were had kidnapped her and were trying to poison her. When we would give her her meds she would take them outside and throw them on the ground. I was working at night (graveyard shift) and would have to come home during my hour lunch break and clean her up and her bed after she would poop in it. Luckily I had a waterproof mattress cover. I tried to get her involved in some senior programs at the time but nothing ever worked out. I feel for everyone going through things like these. I don't mean to bother with my stories.
On a much more positive note, my stepdaughter went down the Road to H3!!, too. She lost her children and ended up serving time before finally waking up. She has since completed her college degree, graduating at the top of her class, and has landed her "dream job" as a drug rehab counselor. She is a model mother to her preschool and teenage children , maintains her home and a busy schedule, and has mended family wounds that we thought might never heal. You know who you are, Girlfriend - and YOU ROCK!If my stepdaughter steals another thing from me, I'll turn her in I have plenty of videos from her other thefts. She was also stealing from other family members and a family member's neighbor caught her in the act and she was arrested. Jail didn't help her, she learned things from other inmates. She knows everything. She went to rehab after jail and It may have helped some but I can't be sure because she is now living in another town but is on probation which she has to report to her probation officer weekly for a little over 2 more years and the probation officer does make surprise visits to where she is living and she must do random drug tests. She violated probation twice before. I was so upset when I discovered the thefts and because my husband refused to betray her I didn't turn her in because she was already in jail, but I did contact the sheriff and the prosecutor and sent them pictures of her stealing as they were going to recommend rehab. She was caught with cocaine and did a year in prison. I hope your stepdaughter wakes up and gets help.
My MIL was diagnosed with dementia. Her doctor would not diagnose it as Alzheimers. She did live to be a little over a week shy of her 95th birthday. Eventually she went into an assisted living. When we went to visit her she would introduce her son, my husband, as her husband. She lived with us but got hard to handle and would take off walking down the road stop cars that would drive by and tell people we were had kidnapped her and were trying to poison her. When we would give her her meds she would take them outside and throw them on the ground. I was working at night (graveyard shift) and would have to come home during my hour lunch break and clean her up and her bed after she would poop in it. Luckily I had a waterproof mattress cover. I tried to get her involved in some senior programs at the time but nothing ever worked out. I feel for everyone going through things like these. I don't mean to bother with my stories.
I hope my son turns around like that. After graduation he was going to join the Marine Corps. My mother, the reason I myself am so screwed up, did not like that and actually told my boy I wanted him in the service to get rid of him because he was a burden to me and I hated him. Wtf? When she knew dang well I wanted to be a Marine and was pre-enlisted at the time I became pregnant with him. Most men on both sides of my family join the service and her own grandma served in ww1. But that's what she said to him. A few months later she died and he stopped studying for his asvab test, blocked his recruiting officer on Facebook and started doing meth. He was going to be a mechanic for the Marine Corps (he can repair anything with a motor and is excellent with electronics)and now he is an unemployed tweaker.On a much more positive note, my stepdaughter went down the Road to H3!!, too. She lost her children and ended up serving time before finally waking up. She has since completed her college degree, graduating at the top of her class, and has landed her "dream job" as a drug rehab counselor. She is a model mother to her preschool and teenage children , maintains her home and a busy schedule, and has mended family wounds that we thought might never heal. You know who you are, Girlfriend - and YOU ROCK!
So, even in the darkest of hours, there can be light and hope. Tough Love, Time and a whole lot of Prayer can work miracles.
It took my daughter 20 years, but she did it. I guess she finally figured out that nothing was going to change unless she did - and she made it happen.I hope my son turns around like that. After graduation he was going to join the Marine Corps. My mother, the reason I myself am so screwed up, did not like that and actually told my boy I wanted him in the service to get rid of him because he was a burden to me and I hated him. Wtf? When she knew dang well I wanted to be a Marine and was pre-enlisted at the time I became pregnant with him. Most men on both sides of my family join the service and her own grandma served in ww1. But that's what she said to him. A few months later she died and he stopped studying for his asvab test, blocked his recruiting officer on Facebook and started doing meth. He was going to be a mechanic for the Marine Corps (he can repair anything with a motor and is excellent with electronics)and now he is an unemployed tweaker.
Your story there gives me hope. He is so talented and has such a good heart but he is tweaked out of his mind![]()
Then I ORDER you to do what you want! (Since your going to anyway)...You cant tell me to lighten up, I do what I want.
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Dang! He makes a pretty hot Johnny Depp! Kind of better looking and not as mean looking as Daryl Dixon though... But, still wouldn't want to come across him on a walk in the woods... My daughter does cosplay, mostly from the Final Fantasy game series, so I know how much work you have to do to create a costume like that... I produced a few of her earlier ones while she was in high school, but after the last complicated Chinese thing, I told her this was her hobby and mine was raising chickens and sheep... So now she does her own... Anyway, great job! I could hardly tell he wasn't Jack Sparrow... He could seriously get hired at Disneyland!