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That’s J-a-n-i-s
by Jimmy Johnson
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Moving on
Perhaps the nail gun and drywall phase of village reconstruction is over. Maybe soon we can move on to the fun stuff, like paint ...
Phoning it in
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‘AJ phone home’
I know you don’t come to this blog every day to read about the blog, but that’s what you’re getting. I have tried to ...
…and we’re back!
After a brief break, I’m back behind the keyboard. I’ve already put in a few early-morning hours working on this site. Those are my ...
One Step Forward
There are two areas where I need to concentrate now, aside from the areas where I don’t yet know I need to concentrate. First, ...
58 responses to “That’s J-a-n-i-s”
Phone call strip:
My wife and I have begun the cycle of attending more funerals.
Considering that we are 61, we will attend them with much greater frequency before long, I’m sure.
Good morning. Debbe, when I had my eight BIG dogs I put a pair at each door to my house. I called it my 8 dog drug dealer security system. They ranged from 50-150 lbs. in size and would rip the throat out of anyone trying to get in but were total pussycats otherwise. Big lap dogs. I miss them, I have been forbidden to replace them. I have two still but Mom’s dogs are too old and deaf actually.
Just saw the little gray kitten out playing on porch. I hope they get tame but I am sure we will have to trap them.
The 10# Rottweiler has curled up on the extra chair in office. He says it is too early to get up. I think so too.
Love, Jackie
Ghost, I think you need to chime in here with worthwhile advice about guns. I asked Mike if he thought I should go take shooting lessons and get licensed to have a gun for self defense. I have one but would probably not wake up sufficiently to use it, be able to find where it is fast enough and then know how to turn it on. He said yes, I should.
It is not that I have any qualms about shooting someone for the right reasons, it is that I would shoot someone for wrong reason. I have certainly looked at my conscience a lot on that subject over the years.
Debbe, I used to always want a sawed off shotgun but obviously I intended to seriously maim anyone I might hit. Go back to paragraph above.
Love, Jackie
Observation here, it has been so nice seeing all the comments from so many different and “strange” names here. I don’t mean strange in sense you are weird but in the expression, “Now don’t be a stranger” I used to hear a lot when people met and liked each other.
So, don’t be a stranger.
Love, Jackie
Jackie: ‘I had never realized she created concepts of “wardrobe malfunctions” that resulted in exposure for exposure.’
They appeared in Playboy back when Jayne Mansfield was big [in a different sense]
Outlander and wife: Yes, opportunities for funerals will come more often. Further, one of you will probably die before the other, and the next several the other attends will seem to be replays. Wife died late Dec. ’10, and I attended 13 funerals in ’11. Positive notes: they later become chances to renew acquaintances, and also [more crassly] to enjoy other people’s kitchen skills at the lunch afterwards. Locally, those are best at a relatively small Episcopal church. The large R.C. church does well, as do some of the Lutheran churches [of many stripes, and the UMC]. I’m guessing R.C. + various Lutheran = 90% of the local population.
Funerals are bittersweet. Also a bit ironic. My Mom died in a car accident at the age of 61. My Dad worked at WOWO and we had standing room only. My Mom did not have a lot of friends, but my Dad did. Plus my brothers were just out of High School and many in the community paid their respects.
When my Dad died at the age of 79 many years later, a lot fewer people attended. Of course my Mom’s death was front page news and my Dad died over a holiday weekend. Even though many of my Dad’s friends were much younger, it is almost a fact that the older the deceased, the less people turn out.
Both funerals were audio recorded and I have listened to them from time to time. We sang “How Great Thou Art” at each funeral. I often say that at my Mom’s funeral, the hymn was sung as a question and I could not sing it through my tears. When my Dad died, it was an exclamation point and I sang it fully and with great joy. Going to the cemetery for my Dad was great closure for me regarding my Mom.
The recent funerals that I have attended have been family reunions or in one case a reunion of all the other parents of our kids when a young classmate of my daughter committed suicide. That, by far, was the most difficult funeral that I have attended since my Mom died.
Couldn’t get on the current comments. As a first generation American-Italian, I take No offense at your retro comic, JJ. My last name is Cangelosi! Couldn’t get more Italian extraction than that. Keep up the good work. I enjoy all your stuff, old and new. War Eagle!
Doesn’t like me either. I went back to bed, cats did NOT want to move to give me my space back. Made them move, they then curled up against me, did not want to move when I finally got up at noon. I just fed mom apple pie and coffee for breakfast at noon!
Bad Jackie. It was good apple pie and I did not even bake it. It came from grocery and was fresh apples, actually about the best I have ever had from a grocery.
Love, Jackie