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.

for sixty-one days, I got caught in the maze

Day 61: I made it to Chattanooga. Due to unforeseen circumstances and cancellations, camping may or may not happen tomorrow night. At least I'll get to play in the woods and take pictures, though. Mother tells me the leaves are still pretty here, but I can't see them right now in the dark.

from sixty to zero in the split of a hair

Day 60: My new sparkly shoes I ordered arrived today. I'm very happy about them.

down on highway fifty-nine

Day 59: It suddenly started raining tonight, so I went on the patio to catch it while I could. It's a good night for a rain shower.

way back when in fifty-eight

Day 58: The good thing about these boots is that they make me feel tall and stately. The bad thing about these boots is that they make little "CLOMPtap, CLOMPtap, CLOMPtap, CLOMPtap" sounds when I walk. It drives me bat-shit crazy... and if you know me, you know I'm already crazy enough.

fifty-seven channels and nothin' on

Day 57: Pissy Jennifer.

turn the dial a little past fifty-six point three

Day 56: I bought new shoes for myself today. Sparkly shoes. :^)

you'll find me at number fifty-five

Day 55: It hurt to stretch out on my belly on the floor, but I figured I'd take the damn picture, since I'd already laid down there. Bladder infections suck.

a fifty-four with a mashed up door

Day 54: A 16-pound cat is sitting on my sickly bladder, but I don't have the heart to make him move, 'cause he's so darn cute. Well, that, and I'm afraid he'll kick when he gets up.

purple peacocks, he's got fifty-three

Day 53: I found out first-hand today why people say you should choose a doctor with small hands...

fifty-two gypsies now file past the guards

Day 52: Yes, my complexion is bad. No, I'm not going to Photoshop it.

solitaire 'til dawn, with a deck of fifty-one

Day 51: I'm not up to par yet. I can't fit into my pants, so it'll be comfy skirts this week. Thanks to Brianne for this skirt. Also, I took this mirror reflection pic before I saw her picture of the day. Strange, eh?