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Disrespected, Again...

It's 10 pm, I've accomplished nothing to speak of. I watched one movi, "The One I Love", a Twilight Zone-esque story on a couple trying to reconcile. And, one television show, "Running Wild with Bear Grylles" guest starring Channing Tatum. OMG!!! And, I ate some dinner. Tonight was chicken gumbo, chili, cornbread, oatmeal cookies and ice cream.

Not much of a day. Nope. I was looking forward to my husband's visit but when he called at 5 pm, he mentioned that he was in Ritzville (by Spokane) working on his trailer with Darryl (the other jerk that took my cruise without me).  I do not begrudge my husband having a life away from me. However, as I keep telling him, I don't appreciate being purposefully left out of loop and disrespected by being left waiting for his disrespectful ass. Any questions?


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  1. UnknownJuly 12, 2015 at 11:19 AM

    Hi, really like your blog, especially how honest you area about the realities of ALS. Sometimes the ALS warrior becomes ALS angel nauseates me but I get that it is important for many dealing with ALS. I see it as eating a bigger crap sandwich today than I had yesterday, all the time knowing there is a bigger one waiting for me tomorrow!
    All the best
    Roch
    (AKA Tommy Maker from PLM)

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  2. UnknownJuly 13, 2015 at 2:08 AM

    Roch, I remember you from PLM! How goes the war on your front? I appreciate your comments. Sometimes I feel like I'm shouting into the wind. But I need this outlet to maintain sanity (if I ever had any). I couldn't bear another pious ALS is a wonderful club blog, either. My experience has been horrendous and hilarious and everything in between. I found that family did not have my back and our government doesn't give a shit about us. Still, I have to laugh else I'll cry. Keep in touch!
    Tina Roch, I remember you from PLM! How goes the war on your front? I appreciate your comments. Sometimes I feel like I'm shouting into the wind. But I need this outlet to maintain sanity (if I ever had any). I couldn't bear another pious ALS is a wonderful club blog, either. My experience has been horrendous and hilarious and everything in between. I found that family did not have my back and our government doesn't give a shit about us. Still, I have to laugh else I'll cry. Keep in touch!
    Tina

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