H Is For Hairy

And if you have a Hairy refrigerator magnet....all the better! And....you are probably asking yourself what the heck is Grandma J smoking goes on in Grandma J's mind?

Well if you really want to know, I bought this yesterday......

The coveted sand paper Smooth Away...as seen on TV.

Here's how it works....

You put one of the sand paper Flex-Crystal Hair Removal Pads evenly on the Large Applicator. Did I say evenly?

Then you buff the area in circular motions with slight pressure.... on your body part, not your kitchen counter.

This is the up close (click to enlarge)end result of Grandma J's pores fore-arm after she put lotion on...because before she applied lotion, her arm looked like sandblasted concrete...ser.i.ous.ly.

BARF ALERT! BARF ALERT!
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I'm not joking....yes, coming right up.... it's only a forearm...but it's not a pretty forearm. Consider yourself warned!

This is the same forearm before the process. Honestly? I had no idea my arm hair was so unruly!

So here is the final verdict...it works! There is a smaller applicator for Grandma J's mustache and other random whiskers small areas.

Has anyone else tried the Smooth Away?

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A to Z Mondays

I’M COMING IN FOR A LANDING

OK, I’ll admit it. I fell for all the hype. The kind of superficial stuff you see on Oprah! You know what I’m talking about.

Tuck this.......derma that.......lift those….huh?

Let’s face it; I needed a bit of color.

Everyone’s doing it. Kimberly at Pumpkin Delight did it, Cortney at The Cortney Chronicles was among the first, and The Sistas at Holy Crappers did it too. The new dos are too many to count. Biddy at Biddy's World get’s a new do on a daily basis!!

Tell me what you think. Do I look thinner?

THE BEAT OF OUR OWN DRUM

When the news broke about the FLDS compound in El Dorado, Texas, also know as Yearning for Zion, my thoughts were all over the place. Was this another Jonestown waiting to happen? Waco? I was (and still am) intrigued by the complacent demeanor of the women interviewed. Their expressionless faces seemed empty and sad to me.

I decided to go down to the Courthouse and help them cope. Here I am catching up with the head madam mother, or wifesomething. She gave me a dirty look like I was some kind of ambulance chaser attorney trying to scam her. I assured her that I was there as a friend. We met up with a few of her sisters.
Then went off to have some margaritas Texas sweet tea and chat. These women were shy, and they kept staring at me, probably envying my curly bangs freedom to be stylish and all that stuff.

This gal was the saddest.
It turns out she was unhappy with her uni-brow. I gathered them around me, and I gave them some tweezers beauty tips, as only I could. Finally out of desperation, I called an old friend of mine. I mean this woman is getting up there but she's beautiful. I wanted my new friends to connect to someone in the outside world. Someone they could identify with. Someone who could help them crossover into the real world where there are jobs and parties and jobs. I was pretty sure this friend of mine could get them connected and maybe some work in the industry.

Meet my friend.....and tell me what you think? Same hair do. But there's a difference (no not the hunky men). See the difference? It's the smile....so really all these women needed was a friend and someone to teach them that a smile makes a huge difference. Like this!

I'm nothing if not helpful that way.