Because it sounds dirty, but it's my name
About Me
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- Name:Mrs.Brian Johnson
- Location:Northampton, Massachusetts, United States
Your typical least-likely-to-be-a-New-Englander, living in Massachusetts, married lady.
06/13/2004 - 06/19/2004
06/20/2004 - 06/26/2004
06/27/2004 - 07/03/2004
07/18/2004 - 07/24/2004
08/08/2004 - 08/14/2004
08/15/2004 - 08/21/2004
08/29/2004 - 09/04/2004
motormouth johnson
July 2, 2004
all better!
Wow, fixed the dates, got the comments going again -- it's a good Friday! And now, My Darling Husband has the blog bug. Check him out at http://www.motormouth.com/monstro .
Happy 3-day weekend, all!
July 1, 2004
fix one thing, break another
Well, in fixing the datestamp on this blog, I have erased my comments from the face of it. Sigh. I shall figure it out eventually, but not right now, as three more boxes of work have come in. Ta!
so very random
This morning before 8:30 five egregious errors were brought to my attention, apparently due to the fact that my adding machine hates me and I'm not too fond of it, either. But I had it all fixed up by 9:30 and felt a little better.
Then, I came back to work after lunch and was informed by the accountant that he'd received a phone call from the gub'mint guy in Sacramento, the recipient of those forms I had to type (TYPE!) the other day. The GG called to compliment us for our amazingly professional-looking job on the survey. It's the best one he's ever seen, apparently, and he's looked at 10,000 of the things every year since, I don't know, Lucifer had Most Favored Angel status.
When I'm bad, I fix it. And when I'm good, I'm spectacular!
Now, if I could just find a two-bedroom apartment in Northampton, I'd be set. But I'll rest on my laurels for the next half-an-hour. Heck, I've earned it!
June 30, 2004
Spam jabberwocky
So I've been getting more spam than usual (which is saying a *lot*), and it's been tricking me into opening it. It's not offering to enlarge my johnson (which has taken on a whole 'nother meaning since taking a married name), but rather, it's a mess of unrelated words strung together. Like this:
bon brahmsian tabloid andrei bull bob felicity
cotyledon black chelate jitterbugger defiant souvenir aphasic ambassador solemn mathews shrugging herculean
Vocabulary list, maybe? Unsolicited make-it-yourself haiku? What do you think?
the end of an era
My mom always says that, when something big changes. "Oh, it's the end of an era," followed by a sigh. Sometimes a mock sigh, but a sigh, nonetheless.
In any case, it is the end of an era -- our Erik-as-roommate era. We had our last night at home with Erik last night. Brian and I are very sad about the whole thing.
The night started after work. Kyle took us out for sushi, and we gorged. Anyone in Chico must run, not walk, to the newly reopened GenKai for Tamo and co's outrageous sushi rolls. My favorite? It's a tie between the Saturday Night Fever, which employs a blowtorch, and the Benson, which we ordered last time in tribute to my maiden name, and then learned it's the best freakin' roll ever created sans blowtorch. Instead of rice, they lay paper-thin red snapper over the top. Oh. My. Word.
After dinner we went back to the house and hung out on the porch for the hundredth-something time. I took a picture of Erik wrestling with the kitten. I honestly don't know who will miss him more: Brian, me, or Maxwell Hanes. They have a very avuncular (thanks, Julie) relationship. Max'll be bummed to be stuck with Mom and Dad, I think.
"I know the picture I want of my roommates," Erik said. "Brian in his chair, smoking, with Lynn behind and her arms around him."
"Should I be holding my beer?" Brian asked.
"Oh yeah," Erik replied.
We got in position and Erik prepared to take the pic. "Brian, look less gay, more Ethan Hawke." Brian puzzled over this until Erik clarified, "Ethan Hawke in 'Gattaca,' dude." The picture was snapped. Erik went inside and I hijacked his camera and took a cleavage shot down my t-shirt. All the girls did this for Dusty at her graduation party, and it seemed like a fun tradition to continue.
Then we went inside, watched three episodes of "Family Guy" on DVD (Erik's DVD), and at 11 I went to bed, after receiving a glasses-into-the-face hug from Erik.
Our consolation is, when we're freezing our buns off in MA, Erik will be even colder in Aberdeen, Scotland. It's a small consolation, but it's something.
June 29, 2004
Ahhh, technology
There's nothing like completing a 14-page government census form on a typewriter to make one appreciate one's computer. Even if said computer is a PC. 'nuff said.
