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.

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.