Tag Archives: humor

Processing… Processing…

Posted on March 31, 2020 by Jan C. Johnson

You know you have an appliance problem when you have to plaster them with notes to yourself. Case in point… When I cook at home, I’m prone to shred fingers along with carrots. My sliced potatoes are like snowflakes: no … Continue reading →

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I’m Back, Y’all!

Posted on March 19, 2020 by Jan C. Johnson

Ages ago, when last I posted, I vowed to rid my blog of ads before I published even one more post. I decided on an upgraded blog plan, but got sidetracked trying to acquire a personalized domain name (instead of … Continue reading →

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Ankles Aweigh!

Posted on May 22, 2019 by Jan C. Johnson

One Sunday last month we had plans to visit our friends’ church in north Dallas, then go to lunch with them. I put on my dressy black pants with a pretty-but-not-too-fussy blouse and blingy earrings. Since I was going to … Continue reading →

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Ingredient-Free Baking

Posted on March 25, 2019 by Jan C. Johnson

Since I’m trying to dial back the starch and sugar in my diet, and have a bunch of family members with restrictions, I often prowl for recipes. I found one especially promising dessert online. No sugar or grain? Why, that … Continue reading →

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What IS This, Anyway?

Posted on January 18, 2019 by Jan C. Johnson

When I saw this… thing… in an antique store, it stopped me in my tracks. Normally, a large ceramic figure that’s really a two-part container functions as a cookie jar. But… First, cookie jars don’t come with salt and pepper … Continue reading →

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Over-Charged… or, Night of the Zombie Phone

Posted on January 1, 2019 by Jan C. Johnson

Just in time for the new year… another terrifying tale about my maladjusted appliances. Or, in this case, electronics. Whatever. They’re all in cahoots. I don’t turn my phone off very often. Instead, I just silence the ringer when I … Continue reading →

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