Grandmas. They're some of the best people in the world. They can have you laughing one second and have you hiding the wooden spoon the next. A grandma is someone who will keep your secrets over a bowl of cookie dough. A grandma is someone who has the patience to teach you to play cards and isn't afraid to call you out for cheating. Let's face it, grandmas are awesome. However, I do have a couple things I blame my grandmothers for. My grandmothers have basically turned me into an 80-year-old soul, trapped in the body of a 20-year-old.

I blame them for my urge to feed everyone. When friends come to my dorm room, my first instinct is to feed them. This comes from years of going to Grandma's house and even if you said you weren't hungry you were fed. My grandmas don't play around when it comes to feeding you either. You are fed until you cannot eat anymore. If I don't have food already made, I throw on pancakes or brownies. I pepper my friends with questions like, "Are you hungry? or, "Did you eat enough?" Two phrases I couldn't have picked up anywhere but the kitchen of my grandmas.

I blame them for my love of antiques. I could wander through shops, looking through the windows. I blame them for my love of photographs. I love to scrapbook, or even just flip through old photo albums. I blame them for my love to read. Both of them filled houses with books and taught my parents to do the same. I know I will do it, too.

Sarcasm, an intolerance for stupidity and no fear of anyone is a dangerous combination that both my grandmothers possess. I blame them for passing it on to me. Some occasions I can only shake my head at things that come out of their mouths, then sit there with my foot in my mouth after the same thing comes out of mine. Sometimes my grandmother's laugh at my sass, but accidentally sassing them has me and all my cousins running for the hills.

I blame them for my emotional toughness. Both raised five children and dozens of cousins. They grew up in a time where you worked hard or you didn't survive. Both have faced sadness that I am not sure I could bear. Yet the face it with their chin up and with no tears shed. They show no sadness or pain but smile quietly as they listen to the stories told by others.

Although I have many things I could blame my grandma's for what I really should do is thank them. I have to give them credit, I think I've turned out pretty awesome. So thank you. Thank you for making me tough. Thank you for making me sarcastic. Thank you for teaching me to enjoy the small things in life like auctions or scrapbooks. Thank you for turning me into the mother hen that force feeds my friends. Thank you for being two very awesome ladies!!