Hot Rod Granny!!

This is a tribute to my Mother pictured above. 80 years young in 2006, and still having fun.  Hot Rod Granny is still on the run.

©Sheryl McMillan

You don't stop laughing because you grow old, You grow old because you stop laughing.


When I come to the end of the road 
And the sun has set for me
I want no rites in a gloom filled room
Why cry for a soul set free?

Miss Me a little, but not too long
And not with your head bowed low
Remember the love that we once shared
Miss Me, But let me go.

For this is a journey we all must take
And each must go alone
It's all a part of the Master's plan
A step on the road home


Author unknown to me

The next one is just for fun, because Mother loves to have fun


A row of bottles on my shelf
Caused me to analyze myself.
One yellow pill I have to pop

Goes to my heart so it won't stop.

A little white one that I take

Goes to my hands so they won't shake.
The blue ones that I use a lot

Tell me I'm happy when I'm not.
The purple pill goes to my brain
and tells me that I have no pain.
The capsules tell me not to wheeze
Or cough or choke or even sneeze.
The red ones, smallest of them all
Go to my blood so I won't fall.
The orange ones, very big and bright
Prevent my leg cramps in the night.
Such an array of brilliant pills
Helping to cure all kinds of ills.
But what I'd really like to know...........
Is what tells each one where to go!

Author unknown to me

There's always a lot to be 'thankful' for if you take time to look for it.

Matter of fact, I am sitting here thinking how nice it is....

That wrinkles don't hurt.

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