I grew up religiously reading Seventeen & YM magazines. And while I would faithfully read the magazines cover to cover to learn tips and trick to make my crush fall in love with me or to use mayonnaise to make my hair shinier (Does. Not. Work for the record), my favorite part of the magazines Read more
I’ve mentioned this before. My Mom hates camping. She loves nature, but she hates sleeping outdoors. The woman needs a bed. Period. Ironically, when I turned 12 and was finally old enough to go on the girl’s camping trip with the church youth group, my Mom happened to be in charge that year. Wait what? Read more
Sometimes I have no game. Like none. Zero. I can usually walk into a room and hold my own when I’m talking to someone, but every once in awhile, my game is off. Like the time I was flirting with a new guy who had just graduated from Harvard and I asked him if his Read more
It’s no secret. I Love Pie. Period. But growing up I was never that pumped on blueberry pie. I don’t know. It never seemed as exciting as the other choices. So I never picked it. And it always seemed to be the last pie available on the menu after all the others were gone. I Read more
Here’s the thing, if you are a Johnson, it’s in your DNA to like your food hot. And when I say hot, I mean, like nose running, sweating, tears coming out your eyes kind of hot. Long before Sirracha or hot sauce was a trend, we had a bottle of Cholula at all times in Read more
I love it when two things that just shouldn’t go together, do. Chelsea Handler dating 50 Cent? Yes. So good. And awkward. Hot pink and orange? Kind of tacky, but also completely awesome. I feel that way about salt and caramel. It shouldn’t work. Over salting anything shouldn’t be a good thing, but it is. Read more
