The letter U......

.....brought to you by A to Z Mondays

This week, as we continue to travel backwards through our A to Z's, I'm reminded of all those smart ass kids who would irritate me by reciting the alphabet in reverse. Then they smile like they did something really special, right up there with inventing Glow Worms like finding a solution for unwanted hair growth.

So, with that in mind, Grandma J has picked the word....Unibrow

Some people like to carry the concept out with the aid of a Sharpie...then carry the theme down to the lips.

Grandma J knows that there are a zillion weirdo Unibrow wanna-be's out there, so she wants to share some famous, and obviously proud, genuine Unibrows with you.....





Joe Flacco is a quarterback for the Baltimore Ravens

Comrade Leonard Brezhnev was the Soviet Premier during the height of the cold war.

John Kerry, Senator from the Commonwealth of Massachusetts.

Of course no one has a better Unibrow than Ernie's BFF, Bert.

Unless it's this handsome dude, who claims he doesn't read Grandma J's blog, so she's safe to put him in the line-up keeps his Unibrow meticulously groomed.


Now go check out some more clever U words at A to Z Mondays. Heck, join in the fun!

FALLEN ARCHES....

Another Grandma J tutorial.....in pictures

These fallen arches can be a serious problem

And they certainly aren't anything to sneeze at.



Now, these fallen arches are another story.....

Your guess is as good as mine on why this chica would do this to her arches and lips.

These arches will no doubt keep her warm in the winter, and could possibley be a nesting place for a species or two.

Mother Nature knows how to make a fallen arch look beautiful and majestic...

Over and over again.

And then when some arches fall you want to say "what the......!"

THANK YOU FOR STOPPING BY
...please come again when you can stay longer and leave a comment. I may even feed you...if you want.

Today my sitemeter told me that over 15,000 people have visited Grandma J’s site. I can’t even imagine, because no one read me the riot act or left a mess behind. I only had to delete three comments, and two of the three were spam.

Now, I hate to admit this to you, but honestly? A good amount of those “visitors” weren’t coming to see me. No, in fact even when they got here, they didn’t even take the time to look around or say Hi, or Bye. They came here via Google. I took quite a bit of time today to see exactly what they were Googling.

Here are my most frequent visitors in order of frequency, but not necessarily in order of importance as you will see.

1. ShamWow....in many different forms, just Sham, or Vince of ShamWow, or Sham Rags, Sham Cloths, and this is what they got. With pictures and unlike Vince, I gave my unbiased review.

2. Unibrow....or Unibrow Lady. I kid you not! And this is what they got.

3. Love Your Colon....(in various forms). And this is what they got.

4. Now, this was actually the number two all time visitor Google search. I lied to you. But I saved it for last because it is such a hoot, that you may leave me for “her” and never come back. And that, dear readers would break Grandma J’s heart…for real. But I have faith in all of you, and I want to share this site with you. I was curious because my sitemeter has all the searches for this site coming from Poland, but it’s in English with no accent, and sure does seem American to me.

It's a search for Grandma Joy.

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.