two hundred twenty names will appear on the newest bronze tablet

Day 220: I planted flowers today. It was nice.

two hundred and nineteen men were jammed into the hold amidships

Day 219: I was very productive, and then very pooped. I loaded the truck up with about 15-20 bags of wet leaves and ivy vines, moved about ten 5-gallon buckets full of clay dirt and vine roots out of the flower bed over to the side of the house, put down ten 40-pound bags of topsoil, planted a row of sunflower seeds, and started on pulling vines and leveling the ground on the other side of the porch for another flower bed. Then, later in the day, I attended a three-act opera (without passing out). Impressive, eh?

two hundred and eighteen cases of hypertension

Day 218: What a lazy day. My goodness.

two hundred and seventeen cases of winter diseases

Day 217: Easter Jennifer.

two hundred sixteen dead cows

Day 216: We were productive today. Mighty productive. :^)

impingement of the dorsal spinous processes in two hundred and fifteen horses

Day 215: Yesterday don't matter if it's gone.

two hundred and fourteen who has failed to abide by any voluntary arbitration procedure

Day 213: I miss Mister Kitty.

two hundred and thirteen cases of marijuana toxicoses in dogs

Day 213: I got a spiffy bug ring today. It's nice. I like it.

two hundred and twelve persons disembarked after having been at sea

Day 212: I was productive, so I got some Swing Time in my new swing today. I like my new swing. A lot.

two hundred and eleven tips for enjoying France and the French

Day 211: Pooped.

day two hundred and ten. still slacking on the pictures.

Day 210: Today, we worked to make the yard prettier. No more ivy in front of the house (on the ground, at least...).

two hundred nine, neutral, tete a tete

Day 209: We made a trip into Chattanooga this weekend, and (aside from the weather on the drive down), it was mighty pleasant.

two hundred eight... she sat down with him on the porch, while he savoured his popsicle

Day 208: I'm losing track of the days.

day two hundred and seven. i was doing so well for a minute there.

Day 207: Snuggly cats. Mmmm... Now, if Miss Kitty would just learn to love me, I'll be all set.

two hundred and six days in which no water ran over the dam

Day 206: I've been productive today. I planted some sedum and wildflowers, potted some English Ivy and a walnut tree, pulled some ivy, and got a bit of color on my shoulders out of it all. I'm pretty happy about it.

six hundred four sadness, ten thousand three sadness, two hundred five elation,

Day 205: Malley and I gazed out the window together today. It was nice.

two hundred and four self-sustaining women are engaged in domestic service

Day 204: Happy.

I myself counted two hundred and three dead and wounded, and there may have been many whom I did not see

Day 203: Cramps. Suck. Ass. Foot rubs, on the other hand, rock.

the periodontal state in two hundred and two skulls of primitive peoples

Day 202: You'll be seeing a lot of these Snoopy curtains, as my computer desk chair sits in front of them. I like them a lot. Snoopy's fun.

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.