Day Fifteen:

Whom do you admire the most?

I guess if there's one person I truly admire, and could never say a bad word about, its my Grandma.  She's unbelievable.  She's seriously young at heart, and shes' probably the sweetest lady on the planet.  She takes such good care of me and my sisters, and my two little cousins, and would drop anything to help any of us.  She pushes us to be better than normal, and to impress her, which I love to do. 

Grandma's also unbelievably cool.  She has a facebook, and uses it.  I love it.  She takes me shopping, and doesnt' even need me to point out things that are fashionable, she's probably already picked it out for me.  I trust my Grandma's taste, and have never once received some sort of horrendous sweater, socks, or knitted item. (Grandma does knit, but its cool things, like scarfs in my school colors, or leg warmers)

My favorite story about Grandma is last year at Christmas.  Every year since I can remember I've gotten underwear in my stocking from my Grandma. (Everyone gets a stocking from my grandparents, even though we've always known it isn't from Santa.  I couldn't tell you why we do this, I honestly think my Grandparents just enjoy doing it.)  Last year, I didn't get underwear.  At dinner that night, our conversation went like this:

Me: Grandma, I gotta be honest with you, I'm a little disappointed I didn't get underwear in my stocking today.  Mostly because I didn't pack any to go home in tomorrow. What the hell?

Grandma: Well darling, I don't know what kind of underwear you like.  Do you like the booty shorts, do you like the cheetah print, do you like the thongs, I don't know!

She's adorable.  For Valentines Day she got me underwear.  Its some of the cutest underwear I have.