whoever violates any provision of section one hundred and forty-two

Day 142: The apartment is full of boxes and furniture. How and when did we get so much STUFF?!

at 9:05 a.m. a temperature of one hundred forty-one

Day 141: The last few days have been a blur of moving and boxes. I'm back-dating the post for the 30th and 31st, because I took the pictures on the right days, but I wasn't able to post them till now.

an anatomical study of one hundred and forty shoulders

Day 140: I've been packing all day, and I'm pooped. I might not post again till Wednesday, but I will assuredly take a photo a day regardless.

experience with one hundred thirty-nine arteriovenous fistulas

Day 139: In a box-junkie withdrawal haze, we took a little drive behind the old Murfreesboro/Bell Road Kroger complex, and we hit the jackpot. Apparently some sort of ethnic salon dumped a ton of boxes in the back today. We'll be moving in to the new 'hood with liquor and Doo Gro boxes. Rock on. PS: I have a headache and my back hurts.

the gatekeepers... one hundred and thirty-eight

Day 138: Me, Timothy the Walrus, and packed up liquor boxes. Damn, I'm classy.

sex analysis of one hundred and thirty-seven eastern purple finch returns

Day 137: Enough of the lyric titles. I'm fresh out of lyrics. I've decided now to google the day numbers, hit "I'm Feeling Lucky," and post the title of whatever pops up. It's proven to be intriguing already. Maybe it'll up my hits.

cleaning windows (number a hundred and thirty-six)

Day 136: I went out with some friends from work, and now I'm tuckered out. Damn, I'm going to miss those guys and gals more than they could ever know.

at fifty-one thirty-five Kensngton Avenue

Day 135: I'm a schmuck. I missed my sister-in-law Kristine's birthday today. Happy birthday, Kristine! Double threes, baby! :^)

do it one, three, four

Day 134: Sleepy.

your physical degree, thirty-one, thirty-three

Day 133: I'm tipsy. Jack's had WAY too much water. My head is much larger than it should be in this picture.

one thirty, two thirty, dancin' my life away

Day 132: I got lots of kitty love today.

cut off the heads of a hundred and thirty-one lords

Day 131: We went to karaoke tonight at Mr. B's in Chattanooga with my dad, Uncle Eddie, Aunt Wilma, and Christopher. It was quite enjoyable, but my dad and Christopher didn't sing. *sigh* (This picture was taken before midnight CST, I assure you.)

he do a hundred thirty mile an hour

Day 130: Boxes are packed, hair is dyed, room is fairly clean, ready to go away for the weekend now.

headin' south on Georgia one twenty-nine

Day 129: There's a monkey on my tongue. :^)

sixty-four and sixty-four makes a hundred and twenty-eight

Day 128: It snowed a little bit tonight. I wanted to go out and take a picture in the snow, but there were people outside, and I got scared. So, instead, here I am with the boxes Michael packed today.

there's at least a hundred twenty-seven more

Day 127: Back in the lyric title groove... with nice, clean ends on my hair. How exciting. This picture's slightly creeping me out.

the day the lyric titles died

Day 126: I can't find a song with "126," "one twenty-six," "one hundred twenty-six," "a hundred twenty-six," "one hundred and twenty-six," "a hundred and twenty-six," or "one, two, six" in it at all. What a sad, sad day it is.

one hundred twenty-five, smokin' on the turns

Day 125: I'm sleepy, and it appears that I have a plant growing out of my head. (That's actually my plant Eugene behind me.)

count your days... one, two, four, five, six, seven, eight...

Day 124: I'm seriously running out of ideas for pictures. And lyric titles with numbers.

thanks for paying a hundred twenty-three dollars for my meal

Day 123: Even my toes are spiffy clean. I am one spiffy clean girl. And I want to go to sleep now.

went a hundred and twenty-two

Day 122: I went to the dentist today, and I have no cavities. Life is good. However, the dentist did tell me I was "dentally retarded," because I don't floss. Frankly, I was offended. I prefer "dentally challenged," thank you. (PS: No, I'm not missing a tooth... I just have some wonkiness going on with my bottom teeth.)

cast one hundred twenty-one stitches

Day 121: I confess. I'm addicted to a TV mini-series. However, it's on Nashville Public Television. Does that make it okay? It's a three-part documentary called Country Boys, and it's really good.

and then the driver said, "we're doin' a hundred and twenty"

Day 120: I'm a crampy, hormonal, sleepy mess. Gus hopped on the bus a week too early for a surprise visit. Time for bed.

in the year one hundred nineteen

Day 119: After one hundred and friggin' nineteen days, I finally was late taking my picture of the day. 13 minutes, to be precise. I'm a failure. *sigh*

they went a hundred and eighteen rounds

Day 118: Another shot with the blanket. Kitties like it, too.

I'll be a hundred and seventeen

Day 117: Katherina made me and Michael a new blanket for Xmas! It's spiffy nice. She made a little one for the kitties, too. How cute!

hittin’ one sixteen

Day 116: It's chilly in here, so I busted out the fuzzy cat slippers.

will the audience convene at one fifteen

Day 115: I was constructive today. Fancy that!

blueing sky one fourteen goodbye

Day 114: Long day. Need sleep. Posted pictures tonight from New Year's.

thirteen times, one, thirteen times, two

Day 113: Not the best day, but certainly not the worst. I was able to eat today without becoming violently ill. That's a good thing.

... better than one (one) two heads are ...

Day 112: Oh, Mister Cuervo, what did I ever do to you to make you treat me so badly? You've ruined me. Look at me. I'm a wreck. I can't eat, I can't sleep well, I can't do anything remotely constructive, and I have dried vomit in my hair. Yeah, I know that's disgusting. I think I can manage to take a shower now... We'll see.