The Wedding Has Come and Gone

I can't believe I'm saying this...but the wedding is over....and it was fabulous. I guess I am a slightly biased since I did plan most of the wedding lol, but I don't care it was great! Friday started off being all kinds of hectic, but in the end it was all worth it. All the planning, the spending hours at the salon, the slightly uncomfortable dress, agonizing over my toast....it was all worth it because by 8pm Friday none of that mattered. The wedding went off perfectly, the weather held out and was beautiful, the food and booze were good, and I'm pretty sure everyone had a good time. My favorite part was the pretty grounds and being outside on the balcony. I loved sitting out there and drinking with friends and family. I didn't really dance too much at the wedding, but I'm blaming that on my very tight dress. After finishing my delicious dinner the dress just became too tight to bust a move in lol. But it's okay because I got to catch up with a lot of people and make fun of the bad outfits and drunken fools...aka my favorite pasttime. Now that the wedding is over I get to relax. I'm starting up at work again tomorrow, but my hours will be light this summer. I figure since it's my last summer before being a full fledge grown up I should enjoy it and I have enough money in the bank to slack a little and stay at AH and just have fun.

Please tell me this is all a bad dream

Sometimes you have to wonder if God is really starting to hate you. This past week has been so bad I'm praying every morning I'm going to wake up and realize it's all been a bad dream. It all started last Monday when my Mom called to tell me my Dad was in the hospital. When I had seen him on Sunday when he came to Stockton to move some of my crap out I knew he seemed a bit off. Turns out he was having heart problems and he has now been in the hospital since last Monday. He was at Kennedy down the street which was nice cause he was so close I could just pop in and out, but then it got serious and he needed minor surgery so now he's at Lourdes which is farther away. So basically it's my first week of summer and I've spent about nine hours a day at hospitals. It is so weird to be visiting my Dad in the hospital, it's scary cause it makes me feel very old. My parents are too damn old and they better get healthier cause I don't want any more hospital visits for another twenty years! Walking into the hospital Tuesday night after I moved home was really odd. Seeing my Dad in the hospital bed was surreal because it has always been him visiting me in the past. In a strange way, part of me actually peferred it that way because I would feel more in control of the situation. It is hard to just sit there and stare at his heart monitors for hours hoping his heart rate goes lower. He started last week at 170 which is like insanely high and now he is down to like 110ish most of the time and 140 if he is moving around, which still isn't good but for now we'll take it. I know he is going to be okay once the meds take effect, but it's crazy to think he might not make it to the wedding if they can't get this under control by Friday! I can't even imagine Karen walking down the aisle alone or him not being there to dance with her. Everyone is trying to keep their spirits high for my Dad's sake and not talk about that, mostly because it's everyones biggest fear! I hope anyone who is wondering why I have been half alive the past week reads this. I haven't been able to call anyone back because getting cell phone service in a hospital is impossible and by the time I come home at 10pm I'm sooo tired from waking up at like 8am that I crash and forget to call and update people. Anywayz thanks to everyone for all the concern...it's so true that you know who your true friends are when the shit hits the fan! Thanks again and I hope to see everyone soon!!!!