I love my grandparents! I have seven!
My stepmother's mother (her father died before I was born) is the only one who actually buys me things I want for my birthday and Christmas without needing a shopping list. She don't bake or sew or anything though.
My stepfather's father is a loud old man who teases me, and his wife is a tiny old woman who is super nice and takes me with her sometimes when she buys Chinese black market pottery. xD
My Nana and Pa Bill (dad's mother and her common-law husband of 30 years I guess it is) are crazy pot smoking hippies who lived in Beverly Hills and recently took all their Hollywood crap into a tiny cabin in the mountains. So it's all log cabin outside and crazy LA panther sculptures and crap inside.
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(Nana and Pa are the old people, duh)</center>
And Mema and Grampa (mom's parents) raised me until I was eleven and are my favorite people. Grampa takes me to the traim museum and buys me hats and Mema sews me quilts and hats and is sewing my bridesmaid dresses for my wedding next summer.
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(at the mall two weeks ago)</center>
And that post was long because I love all my grandparents and love to talk about how awesome they are.