one one one... one vision

Day 111: My mother made me this fleece bathroom for Xmas. It has Peanuts characters all over it and extra-soft white fleecy stuff around the edges. And it's toasty warm. Makes me a happy girl.

driving down the highway, going a hundred and ten

Day 110: I'm totally rockin' the Thor lyric today. That man has an obsession with going 110 miles per hour. I can't explain it.

must be a hundred and nine

Day 109: I just personalized and addressed/labeled over 50 cards. And I'm still not done. I just want to go to bed now, please?

my temperature is one-o-eight

Day 108: O'Malley gives raspy, raspy kitty kisses.

eighty-nine... ninety-three, one hundred and seven steps

Day 107: Christa made me a new hat! I'm so happy, I did the Happy Dance. This hat rocks, and so do Christa and Bryan.

turns a quarter mile in one oh six

Day 106: Brianne got me flannel monkey pants for Xmas. I'm pretty happy about that.

run your fever to one hundred and five

Day 105: Happy Xmas! Michael and I spent today in Soddy-Daisy and Chattanooga with my family, and it was lots of fun. I ate way too much, but my Memaw insists that I'm starving myself. Go figure. :^)

the cadillac moved to a hundred and four

Day 104: Jennifer in Michael's eyes on Xmas Eve.

got a fever of a hundred and three

Day 103: I'm through with shopping. No shopping for me tomorrow. Or the day after that. Or the day after that. Thank goodness.

but, one hundred and two keeps me by your side

Day 102: My first topless photo on the internet. My parents would be so proud of me. ha!

there's one hundred and one little reasons why

Day 101: Is it time to sleep yet? If so, I would like a large order of happy dreams with one or two kitty cats thrown in and a side of warm toes, please. Thanks.

it feels like a hundred years

Day 100: Post number 100. Wow. I'm so impressed with myself.

ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall

Day 99: Just barely got this in before midnight. I rule.

a weakling weighing ninety-eight pounds

Day 98: I cleaned today, and now our apartment doesn't stink. It's a good thing, too, because our quasi-autistic friend Jack came over to visit tonight. (just kidding on the autistic part!... inside joke) We had broccoli and tater tots, and it was scrum-diddly-umptious.

you can watch old ninety-seven roll

Day 97: Due to some mild interest expressed about my bouncy ball collection, I busted it out tonight and counted 'em. I've got 267 in the glass thingy on the bar, and a few more (probably 15 to 20) in my car. I'm getting close to 300. I'm very excited about that.

you're gonna cry ninety-six tears

Day 96: I'm still sick. My nose is chapped. There's nastiness dripping down the back of my throat. I'm cramping. And all I ate today was some peanuts, a chocolate-dipped waffle cone with raspberry sorbet, and a little piece of bread. I feel like I might puke at any second.

he's got ninety-five white persian monkeys

Day 95: I'm sickly, but feeling better than I did earlier today. Hopefully, tomorrow will be better. It can't get much worse than today.

must have been touching close to ninety-four

Day 94:
We had Xmas tonight with Michael's family, and I got some spiffy new monkey apparel. If I wasn't sick, I'd be jumping up and down and squeaking. But, instead, I'm sitting here drinking Alka-Seltzer. Note the package of it in my right hand and the mug of water behind me. This was moments before the "plop, plop, fizz, fizz," and I'm still waiting for the "oh, what a relief it is" part.

in this song, I say "fuck" ninety-three times

Day 93: Okay, so I'm running short on lyrics with numbers in them. This is the best I could do, people. Now, if you'll pardon me, I'm going to go celebrate the holidays with my three-legged bear...

to kids from one to ninety-two

Day 92: I finished all 4 pillow tops for the pillows I'm making my father-in-law Joe for Xmas. Whew! Now, I just have to make them into actual pillows... (I took this picture by putting the camera over the edge of one of the blades on my ceiling fan, so it's a little grainy. The dust I stirred up is upsetting my sinuses. :^P)

when the day was over there were only ninety-one

Day 91: I'm officially 25% through my 25th year. Nice.

going ninety miles an hour down a dead end street

Day 90: I just finished sorting through the pictures from my NYC trip, and I'm pooped. It's bedtime.

eighty-three, eighty-six, eighty-nine

Day 89: I'm home!

the pedal-pumping rhythm of the eighty-eight

Day 88: You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one.

working on this palm tree for eighty-seven years

Day 87: I finally got my bags packed, and I'm ready to go. *whew*

through eighty-six years of perpetual motion

Day 86: I've lost my motivation (again). Wonder where it ran off to?

eighty-five relations, two lace combinations

Day 85: 1 Head of Wet Hair + 5 Cold Rooms = 1 Jennifer Popsicle

nineteen eighty-four, who could ask for more?

Day 84: I haven't left the apartment all day. I've been loafing around in my pajamas and Michael's grey fleece robe. Aren't I a vision of glamour? ha!

imagine me eighty-three, wearing glasses

Day 83: What a long, fun day. I seem to have lost my attention span. I'm not sure where it ran off to, but I'm going to have to find it tomorrow morning, or I'll never get anything constructive done.

eighty-two laws through eighty-two doors

Day 82: Traffic was hell tonight. And now, I'm hopping in the car again to go be social with the family...

about number eighty-one

Day 81: I forgot to eat a meal yesterday... and today (till around dinner time tonight). Could someone please remind me to eat tomorrow? I might forget again.

eighty years, with luck, or even less

Day 80: I'm procrastinating. It's fun. You should try it.

struck the trail in seventy-nine

Day 79: I gorged myself on fondue tonight. Mmmmm... dark chocolate fondue. I'm a happy girl.

when I found you that summer of seventy-eight

Day 78: I took a shower, and I'm spiffy clean. I hate taking showers, but I do enjoy being spiffy clean.

seventy-seven Sunset Strip

Day 77: Spinning in circles will make you dizzy, you know.

a new fix for seventy-six

Day 76: It's been a long holiday, and I need some sleep. Badly.

seventy-five golden camels

Day 75: I got Snuggle Time with the kittens today. It was nice. Now, it's Karaoke Time! Off to the bar with my dad, Uncle Eddie, and Aunt Wilma... If I'm lucky, my brother might show up, too.

real square cat he looks nineteen seventy-four

Day 74: My Thanksgiving was fun. Hope yours was, too. :^)

seventy-three men sailed up

Day 73: I'm in Chattanooga, and I'm sleepy. The couch is calling my name... "Jennifer, time for bed..."

at seventy-two, but not now

Day 72: Here I am, hiding behind my hair, looking like a psychopath. Take it or leave it. I got nothin.'

seventy-one and so alone

Day 71: I think I need some sleep. Yes, sleep would be nice.

made it nearly seventy days

Day 70: Malley loves me.

life can be fine if we both sixty-nine

Day 69: The left shoulder devil (monkey) and the right shoulder angel (Yoda) had a discussion as to what I should name this post. Yoda: "There are plenty of song lyrics out there with the number '69' used in tasteful reference to the year 1969. Use one of those." Monkey: "Oh, c'mon now. You can't pass up an opportunity to use a Monty Python quote!" As you can see, the monkey won.

...fifty-four, fifty-eight, sixty-four, sixty-eight...

Day 68: I caught part of a special presentation tonight on NBC. It was about John Lennon's death, and they mentioned the 25th anniversary memorial at Strawberry Fields in Central Park that I'm going to next month. Since the summer of 1997, I've promised myself that I would go to this year's memorial. I'm sure it will be sad, but I will enjoy the music and being with other fans. It's going to make me an immensely happy girl to be there. (Yes, the numbers in the title are song lyrics. It's a reference from Björk's "107 Steps" from Dancer in the Dark, my very favorite bawl-your-eyes-out movie.)

it was good in sixty-seven

Day 67: Note O'Malley blurring past in the background...

get your kicks on route sixty-six

Day 66: You can see up my nose. Eeew.

at sixty-five years old, my mother, god rest her soul

Day 65: Yes, it's Photoshopped. Low lighting + old digital camera = graininess that needs to be camouflaged somehow.

will you still feed me, when I'm sixty-four?

Day 64: What was the term Penny once used?... Oh, yes. I remember. "Rapid cycling." It hits the nail on the head.

what a night, late December back in sixty-three

Day 63: Brianne, Katherina's Michael, and I went to see Ben Folds at the Ryman tonight. It was spectacular. I'm a happy girl.

letters by his bed dated nineteen sixty-two

Day 62: We cooked out tonight, but didn't camp. That's okay, though. It's friggin' cold outside, and I got to snuggle some more with the kittens.