Tag Archives: humor

The Accidental Poet

Posted on March 29, 2017 by Jan C. Johnson

One Saturday a month, I have the privilege of moderating a critique session with a small-but-tasteful group of writers. I don’t think any of us would object to being called “nerds.” We take our work seriously, and when we are … Continue reading →

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People Who Make Me Laugh

Posted on March 27, 2017 by Jan C. Johnson

Last time I showed you some things that tickle my funnybone, so to speak. But for delightful, amusing surprises, you can’t do better than people. They don’t have to be professional comedians, either! Here are a few of my favorites… … Continue reading →

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Things That Make Me Laugh

Posted on March 24, 2017 by Jan C. Johnson

If you know me, or read my blog, you know I tend to see the humorous side of life. In fact, to really get acquainted, don’t ask what makes me tick… ask what makes me laugh. Here’s a sample….. This … Continue reading →

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An All-time Favorite

Posted on March 20, 2017 by Jan C. Johnson

Well, friends, today I publish my 300th post on this blog. Three… hundred… It boggles my mind. To celebrate, I’m sort of taking the day off and re-posting my sweet mother-in-law’s all-time favorite. (It’s one of my favorites, too.) This one first … Continue reading →

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… and a Hockey Game Broke Out

Posted on March 17, 2017 by Jan C. Johnson

In the past, my interest in ice hockey has been purely evasive unenthusiastic. So you know that when our younger son, Greg, developed an intense passion for the sport, I had nothing to do with it. He has grown from … Continue reading →

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Tex-Mex In Any Other State…

Posted on March 13, 2017 by Jan C. Johnson

I wasn’t born in Texas. We moved here when I was in the first grade. I wouldn’t so much as taste any kind of Mexican food until about ten years later. However, I’ve been making up for lost time (and … Continue reading →

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