The Grandma Has Grey Hair...

This post is for Brandee at Smooth Stones.

Brandee is a wonderfully uplifting and talented friend here in the blogosphere, and she asked a couple of questions on my last post that I wanted to answer in this one... just for her. :-)

Yes Brandee I am a 48 year old grandmother of 10.  The fact that you thought I was so much younger just made my day....you are a jewel!!  Sometimes I feel like I am 80 and others I feel like I am 25, but at the end of the day I am still a creeky kneed 48 year old.

The awkward soul is easy to know if I am standing before you....not so much on the other side of a computer screen...you see I have hidious posture and I am not the most coordinated person in the world....so that is why I put that I am an awkward soul. 

The photo above I took today so that the blogosphere could see my grey hair that I righfully earned over the years. :-)

Thank you Brandee for being such an amazing friend...you writing is inspiring and your support is a blessing!

"If I had to sum up Friendship in one word, it would be Comfort." ~Terri Guillemets

Somethings Gotta Give Or I Wanna Refund!

Poets United Think Tank # 18

I have two life long friends that are the world's worst givers of the lot!

One is Time he takes back too quickly what little that I got!

The other one is Gravity she keeps trying to give me more to carry!

Between the two, things are looking a little scary!

This poem is dedicated to my other old friend Metabolism.  We used to run the streets together, but now days she is feeling a little sluggish and down.  I think she needs a doctor.  I am hoping she has a quick recovery.

P.S. I have another friend named Menopause, but that is another poem all together.