Grandma Cook (my dad's mom) just moved to town. Here's one of her classic poses if you have never had the pleasure of meeting her. She's a fan of using the rolling pin as a weapon, but if that's not handy, a broomstick or fly swatter will do.
I like to tell the story that the first time I was ever cussed out was by none other than my very own grandma! I was about 7 years old and she had just taken me to Mervyn's to buy a new outfit for my birthday. I was so excited I wore it out of the store and when I got home, I started wrestling around on the floor with Zach and Jake. When Grandma saw what I was doing she yelled, "Jill! I work too G** D*** hard for my money! Get your a** up off the floor and out of those new clothes!" Yep. That's my granny...
As we've both gotten older I've become much closer to her. She doesn't really yell at me that much anymore unless I'm doing something I shouldn't like, open the oven to peek at the cookies while they're baking, or wash my hands in the kitchen sink instead of the bathroom sink...
But with all honesty, I'm really looking forward to seeing her more and learning more about her. Like, this morning for example, I stopped by to see her after I took Emma to school. If we didn't live in the same town, I probably never would have known that she likes to soak her vitamins in her coffee so they are easier to chew...Love you, Grandma!
My camera settings got all messed up when I shoved my camera in my pocket at a party. I didn't realize it happened, though, until I took some pictures and tried to play them back. 
