two hundred and one ways to say you're drunk

Day 201: I wasn't actually drunk. I don't think. Just snuggling with my Malley Cat.

two hundred opera plots

Day 200: Making friends with Miss Kitty. Blurry Kitty.

it grunted, before the commencement of the dispassionate pacific, to a hundred and ninety-nine thousand million hundred mosquitoes

Day 199: I was late this year with the March 25th greetings. I hope everyone's okay with that.

I have, however, been a hundred and ninety-eight miles an hour on a motorcycle before

Day 198: Solitaire. Minesweeper. I'm a total junkie.

a hundred and ninety-seven pounds in money

Day 197: New computer. Nice.

out of a hundred and ninety-six, how many are still mysteries?

Day 196: Magnetic alphabet letters make can anyone feel better.

black despair, then, in a hundred and ninety-five hearts

Day 195: March 25th. Still in the same sweater.

over a hundred-ninety-four missions and I was shot down every one

Day 194: The trip of seven plagues.

there are one hundred and ninety-three million cell phones in the United States alone

Day 193: This was the hardest week of my life.

it's pretty pathetic to invoke the fifty-page rule on a book that runs only a hundred ninety-two pages, but I found myself forced to

Day 192: Blegh.

there were one hundred and ninety-one who were in the way

Day 191: I'm exhausted. We went through greeting cards tonight. It was more difficult than words can express.

what does one hundred ninety mean?

Day 190: Talking is good.

she looks a hundred eighty-nine and still dyes her jet black out of a bottle

Day 189: Yeah, the post is late. No, the picture's not.

over a hundred and eighty-eight burials

Day 188: Scared. To death. And worried. Sick.

one hundred and eighty-seven ways to amuse a bored cat

Day 187: I'm sorry. I am.

I was pleased that I'd lost only a hundred and eighty-six ships

Day 186: Long day. Long night. Long time.

out of a hundred eighty-five, not a soldier crossed the line

Day 185: I have several nicknames for Osiris: "'Siris," "Sireeees," "Dipsy Doodles," "Murphy," "Shit Missle," "Tubbs," "Chubbs," "My Precious Precious"... but my favorite is just "Mister Kitty." I love my cats.

the tower has nine rounds and a hundred eighty-four steps to the top

Day 184: I'm a workin' girl again this week, and I'm lovin' it. Finally, a good, solid reason to procrastinate! :^)

over a state of a hundred eighty-three, and whom no emergency however unintended can drive from his drugs

Day 183: I was in either a car, airport, airplane, train station, or train from 7:15 a.m. till 9:15 p.m. today. I'm worn out.

in my sadistic lifespan of a hundred eighty-two, all I've found, and wanted, to protect is you

Day 182: I'm almost halfway there. 183 more days to go. Right? My math is fuzzy.

all said and done, she owed a hundred eighty-one dollar bar tab

Day 181: Mother and I went to lunch with Brianne and Josh today, then we went to the craft store (two, actually), and walked by the river.

a hundred and eighty pages later, we're looking at a double cluster in Perseus

Day 180: Karaoke Night! Pictured: Uncle Eddie, Uncle Glenn, and me. Not pictured: Aunt Wilma, Aunt Mary Edna, Christopher, and Father. I sang 5 songs, and did fairly well with most of them. Well, 3 of them, I think. :^)

this fabulous beast lived in France a hundred seventy-nine million years ago

Day 179: Kitty Time! I drove to Chattanooga in the pouring rain Thursday night just to see this little furry fellow. Okay, so there was more to it than that, but Smokey was a strong motivation. ha!

a hundred and seventy-eight dogs with a history of biting people

Day 178: Conan and I hung out today. He thwarted me... but was stylish whilst thwarting.

a hundred seventy-seven pages in two days as an elective in a subject I don't care about

Day 177: I got to go to Taco Tuesday. Pictured: me, Kathy, Phillip, and Darrell. Not pictured: Brian, Tommy, Amy, Leigh, Andrea, Bonnie, Lori, Punky, Kristen... oh, goodness... there was one more person I can't think of right now. I'm horrible. Oh, and photo by: Lattie.

a hundred seventy-six times, charging full-tilt into a barnyard door

Day 176: Sleepy. Crampy. Lazy. Vacationing.

review of gastrectomies in a one hundred and seventy-five bed community hospital

Day 175: We made it safe and sound to Tennessee today. What a drive! Oh, and my ovaries apparently hate me.

a hundred seventy-four sweaty pits have come before

Day 174: This picture was taken at 11:30 p.m... moments before my Yahtzee showdown with Michael. The loser had to drink Jumex Tamarind Nectar. I won the first game. Michael hem-hawed around drinking the tasty, tasty nectar, so I agreed to best 2 out of 3 games. Big mistake. I ended up losing the next 2 games. Dammit. ::drinking tamarind juice as we speak::





*** PS: I'll be out of town for the next week, so posts might be missed here and there. I'll be sure to take the pictures on time, though. ***

I hope you live to be a hundred seventy-three years old

Day 173: We watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind again tonight. That movie makes me leaky. Shh! Don't tell Michael. He'll make fun of me.

a hundred seventy-two people were lost, and so few were saved

Day 172: Since we're low on groceries (again), I made Kool-Aid to satisfy my sweet tooth. The Berry Blast isn't doing much for me, but it does contrast nicely with my shirt.

"a hundred and seventy-one?" she questions, laughing at what she thinks may have been a miscounted stroke

Day 171: I played with the Celebrity face matcher thingy tonight, and I was endlessly amused. Apparently, I look (nothing) like Kate Winslett and Diana Rigg. My brother looks like Federico Garcia Lorca... or Courtney Love. And my dad is like Lee Harvey Oswald. ha! I didn't realize they could match with such stunning accuracy.