Here's to hoping there is light...

at the end of the tunnel, that is. I feel like it's been ages since I posted last. Whilst life has yet to slow down for me, I am trying to find more time to sit and write. Working on a new foray into poetry. Hopefully displayed on WUF soon. More mental wandering to come soon.

A little Community Spirit in Kalama

Seven Course Italian Dinner & Silent Auction

$25.00


Benefits go to the Kalama community Fair
Saturday June 20, 2009
@ the Kalama Community Building
126 N. Elm
Kalama, WA

Seating starts at 5:30- 6:00 p.m.

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Mixed Appetizers
Polenta Salsiccia- Marinated kabobs, Mpzzarella, Tomato, Olives, and Artichokes with Basil Oil

Italian Wedding Soup
Ceese Manicotti (with Bechamel and marinara sauce)

"SaltinBocca"- Beef with han and chees in wine gravi sauce
Roasted Petite Potates and Savory Fresh Asparagus
Fresh baby greens with Raspberry Vinagrette Dressing
Section of Cheese and fresh fruits

Deserts
Crotata with Chocolate dipped strawberries
Eclairs with Vanilland Chocolate cream

Espresso, Vintage Roast Coffees, Teas, and Punch

Wine will be available

Entertainment provided

Another date with the doc

Getting ready to go to another doctor's appointment. It's not so much that I am scared about what they are going to say anymore, as much as it is, that I am going alone. Mike's dad will drop me off, pick me up, deposit me at home. The end. I feel myself shrinking away from people, because the person/ people who should care, don't. Every one of these damn appointments makes it worse. I feel more and more like an inconvenience. Or like I am not tough enough, or like I am making the shit up. I have only met one person in my life who really seems to want to be sick, AND SHE'S NOT ME. I really have to say I think it is ridiculous to not only be in pain, but to feel guilty about it at the same time. Don't most people feel guilty when they are experiencing something they like?