I've been thinking so much about my grandma and what she was to me on the drive home these past two days....and I realize it's so funny, but what everyone thinks of a grandma and what I thought I used to want as a grandma when I was a kid...a woman who bakes cookies, makes sure you eats your meals, plays with you at the playground....that wasn't my grandmom. My grandmom was tough, my first colori ng book from her was a study guide of the human anatomy (at 7), my "fun summer vacation with just me and grandmom" was an educational trip (which she quizzed me after) to Washington DC. She HATED cooking and she used to fight with me about doing the laundry for my mom and my sister because they "needed a break." And when I cried about something silly she said..."oh Poo, I could hang a bucket off that lip." She was hard on me...and I realized later in life how much she taught me by being that way. I never doubted she loved me and I never thought twice about her being there for me if I was hurt or needed her, but she taught me to be a strong woman...b/c she always knew I could take it. She told me I was smart when I didn't realize I was, and she made sure I knew I would get pushed behind if I didn't stick up for myself. I was so lucky to have a hilarious more laid back "lets forget the dinner and just get ice cream" kind of grandma these past 7-10 years...but that younger badass grandma...I looked up to her, and I will continue to strive to be as strong and she was for the rest of my life. =)