Remember that joke about Cherry Hill?

I got woken up this morning at 9:00AM by my cell phone ringing. The music that is set as my ringtone, made it seem like my alarm was going off, so I had rolled over quickly to smack the alarm only to realize it was my cell. I looked at the caller ID, and Aunt Irene Home was flashing across the screen. I scratched my head and asked myself out loud, why my aunt would be calling me this early on a Sunday morning. I answered with a "Hi Aunt Irene." Only to hear my mom's voice come across. I propped myself up on my right elbow and was like "Oh, ok, Hi Mom. What's up?" She said with out any hesitation, "Aunt Irene is in the hospital." I of course asked her why my godmother was in the hospital and she told me that it was her heart. Of course, my heart stopped for a brief second, because it is all too familiar to me. I think my heart started back up shortly after I heard that "She is OK." Ok, well if my Aunt was ok, she wouldn't be in the hospital, now would she? Of course we chatted a few minutes about how she was really doing and of course I asked if she needed me to come sit with Thomas. Of course she needed me to come down. I knew the answer, but I thought I'd ask anyway. So, when she replied yes, I told her I'd be there by 11:30.

Down to Cherry Hill I go...

I practically raced my way through the non-existant traffic on 295 to get here. Exciting. I know. The only traffic I actually had to deal with was a few slow pokes in the left lane. Non-existant traffic is hard to come by on a Sunday morning at 11am.

Anyone who knows me will tell you that I dispise left.lane.dicks and 18 wheelers. I'm more afraid of a jack knife tractor trailer then the left.lane.dicks. But this L.L.D. really got me mad...blood boiling mad. She was doing 60 in the left lane, with a huge 18 wheeler right next to her, probably doing about 60 as well. They were "pacing" each other. I pulled up behind her and had to slow down from doing 75 (yeppers...75) to the crawling speed of 60. I did the wonderful Jersey jesture, of both hands off the wheel in the what the f gives arm raise, as I noticed that this was an out of state driver - Pennsylvania to be exact. She finally sped up enough to get past the 18 wheeler. As soon as there was enough room for me to squeeze between her and the front of the 18 wheeler, I sped past and looked at her. She was on her god dam cell phone!!! HELLO!!! If you are going to be in the left lane and on the cell phone, at least have the common courtesy to either A) move the hell out of the way or B) stay in the "fast" lane by doing about 65...preferrably above 70 would be nice. If you aren't going to do either, beware of being run the hell off the road, or run over. After that brief encounter with a L.L.D, I approached an accident in the right lane (which was closed of course) before exit 36a. It looked like a tractor trailer when off the road...or some kind of truck hauling plywood and sheet rock. There was crap ALL over the dam road. People were rubber necking. I however, was not. I am not one to be messing around, especially when it has to do with coming down to Cherry Hill. Needless to say, after a nice 35 minute drive, I arrived.

I was informed to answer any of my cousin Thomas's questions about Aunt Irene saying it's "her heart" as that was what broke on my Uncle shortly before he passed away a year and 9 months ago. Freaky, his birthday was on Sept. 15th. ;o(

So, here I sit at my Aunt's computer. Thomas is sitting...I mean laying...watching Toon Disney. I'm worried about my Aunt. I just hope that she will get better and stay better. I do not think we would be able to deal with anything major. As it is now, I can only think about the bad things that could happen. I should stop thinking negatively. :o/

On to happier things. Pat and I went to Jessica and Ray's wedding on Friday night. We missed the ceremony but that's ok. We were there for the bigger party! We had a little bit of concern and worry when we noticed that we could be sitting with people that we didn't get along with at all, but we found out shortly there after that they were sitting on the complete opposite side of the room, far away from us. Thank god for that. We enjoyed ourselves. Jessica looked like a princess in her dress. She said she wanted to look like a bell, and she definitely pulled it off. She was beautiful. I'm a bit jealous because she can pull of the bell look. I unfortunately can't. I'm not the right "shape" for a bell dress. Plus, her boobs are bigger then mine. Heh.

When we left, I started wondering how our reception is going to be. We plan to do something different and out of the ordinary. See, we aren't ordinary people who follow the crowd in wedding receptions. We both want something intimate but extraordinary. So, I talked with my Aunt a few months back, and we have the ability to use her back yard for our reception. 2 big white tents in a "L" shape, DJ, Cake, Photographer, Caterer (buffett style). Typical "reception" items, but with a southern farmboy/girl feel. A PIG ROAST!! Yep. We're going all crazy with it. Pig roast, barbeque chicken, burgers, hotdogs, corn on the cob, chips, and all the other makings of a big barbeque.

I've asked numerous people if they thought an out door pig roast barbeque reception would be tacky, they all said "Oh my god, that would be so cool Michelle! It's unique and it's so you and Pat." I seriously can't wait to start planning it....in time Michelle...in time!

Ahh. I better get back to doing stuff around my Aunt's house. I pulled Thomas's laundry out of his room so I'll do that. And I'll do the sheets that are sitting on the chair in the family room. I'll even sweep and swiffer mop. I am going to do stuff that my Aunt would be doing. I have to help out somehow......

Keep my Aunt in your prayers, please...