Lemons and Mother's Day!

Happy Mother's Day all! Regardless on how you feel about holidays, (if your the total romantic, or think days like today were invented to boost the sells of the greeting card companies) its truly a day to honer your mother a little more than you do on a day-to-day basis. After completing 3 hours at my church listening to Preacher John talking about mom's, (how original) I raced over to my Aunt Pat's house for a Mother's Day luncheon. First thought: commence eating. Once my hunger had been satisfied, I was able to make conversation with my lovely Gran-Gran (my grandmother) who has Alzheimer's. If you know anybody with this disease, it really is a sad thing. Poor lady repeats herself 9 times in 10 minutes and doesn't remember what she ate when she leaves the dinner table. With a full belly, me and my mom raced over to my other grandma's house for birthday cake (yes my mom was born on mother's day, how ironic) and presents all around. There are a few things you should know about my Aunt Donna:
1) She is a self declared photographer.
2) She should have been my mom, because we are identical in every way.
3) Except for the fact that she is about 30 years older than me.
So, after about a zillion and two pictures, and being blinded by the flash over and over again, there was conversation. The main thing I love about my mom's side of the family is that we can sit and talk for hours, about anything and everything. No matter the topic, (anything from the oil spill in the Gulf, to the recipe for that super good cake my Grandma read about in Southern Living) rest assured it will be discussed in it's entirety. Growing up in the south is a cool thing, for all of you who have experienced it, or for the northerners who have visited here and been shell-shocked. It's true that we talk slow, and like to sip sweet tea (or chug it if your that obsessed or thirsty). Also, for all the true southerners there is that distinct twang in our voices that separate us for the rest of the population in America. Displaying our true "Southern Hospitality", we argued over who was taking home what left-overs.
Example: "Here take this." "No you take it!" "No, I simply insist, it's just us two at the house and we wont eat it all." "Well, I did loovee the lemon in this." "See? Just take it, look I'll wrap it up right now."
Yeah, picture that every time there is more than three of us together in one room. But anyway, I get side tracked easily. I came into this with the idea of writing about mother's and ended up talking about lemons. HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!