Granny In Pink

March 3, 2012

Today, as I pulled in to the local 7-eleven to pick up a movie from the Red Box, I saw a pink scooter. “Very cool!” I thought. Even cooler was the scooter’s rider Nancy. Nancy was nice enough to let me take pictures of her and her ride. “I should start charging!” she said. I told her I had a blog and was always looking for something or someone interesting to blog about. She said “Make sure they know I’m a grandmother.” I gave her my web address. I hope she checks it.

It was a pleasure meeting you Nancy. Ride safe!

Granny in Pink


My brother and I were lucky. We always got two Easter baskets. We got one from the Easter Bunny at home, and then we’d go to our Grandmothers house down the road, and get another. That E. B. was better than Santa. I remember standing outside her front door, she had always set the stage, theater of the mind so to speak. There were convincing muddy foot prints on the front door, and grass trails that led us more or less straight to our baskets. One year there were raisins outside meant to look like bunny crap. I’m pretty sure they were raisins.

Happy Easter!

and on the back of the picture I found this…