Dog Shows Friendship and BS

Two big things the last week or so. Heather's wedding was the first. I really didn't think she'd ever get married. She's beautiful, wild and, before now, untamed. The wedding was on the beach and was really very short and simple. It's amazing how powerful, even elemental is anything set against the fierce and dangerous beauty of the ocean. The groom's family is from Lousiana so ther were a few displaced family members in attendance. The rehearsal dinner was homemade jambalya and spicy steamed shrimp. It was a pleasure to share good food with new family and old friends. I was really surprised that so many had traveled so far to an out of town wedding. The only sour note on an altogether pleasant trip was that one of the groom's married friends singled me out as a likely prospect for some after dark private time, I suppose since I was the only apparently unattached young female there. That would be bad enough, but then I found out that he had a wife not in attendance who'd just delivered their third child. Such shameful behavior and such an affront to the vows just made by the bride and groom. Mickey, Heather's husband seems just besotted with her. Its an old fashioned word but the only one that comes to mind when you see the way he looks at her. There were tears in his eyes, threatening to spill out as he gave her his vows, and the silly grin he had all night said he'd won the lottery. Every bride deserves such adoration. I hope Heather treasures what she finally found.

The other big thing, of course, is Keith going to England. The getting ready for it was traumatic for him. Keith is a details guy and not knowing the details nearly drove him nuts. After the long and sleepless flight to Germany, Mom suggested he do what many world travlers do and take a valium with his dinner tray and sleep the flight away. He kept meaning to ask his heart doctor about drug interactions but waited till the very last day when, predictably, he couldn't get anyone live on the other end of the line in Iowa. He did finally find out, after much concerted effort, that it was fine to take the sleepy pill... and then decided not to upon discovery that an England flight takes only 6 hours. Oh well, now he knows.

Working for one's parents has to be one of those less than ideal situations. I am so greatful that I had the opportunity to step into the receptionist postion in their office. The timing was perfect for our needs both on their end (having lost their employee) and on mine (having graduated and needing insurance quickly). However its really hard to work for someone that you have so much sympathy for. When they have a bad day, I'm more stressed out for worrying not only about how I'll be affected, but about their problems as well. It's impossible to keep your head down and just do your job.