The One-Hundredth-and-First Day

Ernest: Mr H, do you want to ride my bike?

Mr H: Not right now. I'm taking a picture. I'm busy.

The One-Hundredth Day

Love,

Tawana.

The Ninety-Ninth Day

Probably the most I've signed my name and initials in a five minute period. Ever.

The Ninety-Eighth Day

Because of my music dorkness, I like to arrange my CDs once a year (which strangely always usually happens mid-summer) to put back in my cases. However, since I now have 190 CDs (exactly, I counted), they no longer fit into those cases.

The Ninety-Seventh Day

Check out these two (then sober, I promise) hotties, celebrating Molly's 21st birth.

The Ninty-Sixth Day

There's a big hole in the ground at my school! I pushed Katie in!

The Ninety-Fifth Day

I bet Christina loves this picture.

Come back....

The Ninety-Fourth Day

Mmmm...Cosi.

The Ninety-Third Day

Imagine seeing this only out of the corner of your eye. Freakin' scary, I say. I'd also use the word "awesome."

The Ninety-Second Day

D'you ever just come across something that says exactly what you're thinking/feeling?

The Ninety-First Day

In cleaning all of the water jugs that we have for the volunteers, I spilled a little bleach on me pants. And after severely overreacting, I now think it looks cool.

The Ninetieth Day

I walked out my porch door and, unbeknownst to me, it had started to rain. So I grabbed my camera, took this picture, then ran for it. Cool, huh?

The Eighty-Ninth Day

Ahahaha. I don't care if it's blurry. Look at Jess hanging out of Channing's car, waving 'see you later.'

I miss her.

The Eighty-Eighth Day

This is where I live.


For now.

The Eighty-Seventh Day

This is how we watch Jeopardy together.

Happy Birthday, Mum!

The Eighty-Sixth Day

This is how I eat M&Ms.

The Eighty-Fifth Day

This is where I work.

The Eighty-Fourth Day

One of our van log things at work. Notice that last entry from me. 38 miles today. Woo!

The Eighty-Third Day

65 miles? No problem.

The Eighty-Second Day

The Prendie girls on the night out on the town in Philly.

Look at Cait, trying to sneak in there.

The Eighty-First Day

Heros in a half shell...we likened ourselves to the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles for some reason. There must have been a reason....

For the record, before I knew that I was seeing Lizzie today, I had a dream that she was pregnant with - perhaps - this boy named Glenn's baby (though she wouldn't confirm anything in the dream). And she was wearing an either blue or purple dress. I'm just saying.

The Eightieth Day

Katie and Bet-Z and (my favorite) Wawa. Three of the Wonders of the World.

The Seventy-Ninth Day

This rock has been sitting there since January 20th. No lie. (The "there" being the bottom of our steps of our back deck.)

The Seventy-Eighth Day

Pretty.

So I had two pictures for today. But Christina helped me decide that things you find in seniors' homes aren't always appropriate, you know. The caption for that would be "Dirty." But if you'd like to see it, hey, just let me know.

The Seventy-Seventh Day

I like when cars have stuffs to read on the backs of them.

(I also like that my 77th day comes on 07.07.)

The Seventy-Sixth Day

So every once in awhile 54th and City Ave would be completely dead. You could cross on a green light, no problem. And it would totally freak me out. So the same thing happened tonight here in DC. This intersection is usually packed - and I mean packed - with cars. The absence of all these cars gave me goosebumps. Almost.

The Seventy-Fifth Day

Liv and I reenacted this scene today:

[Rory boards the bus and looks at Jess through the window.]
JESS: Why did you come here?
[Rory opens the window.]
RORY: What?
JESS: I said, why did you come here?
RORY: Well -
JESS: I mean, you ditched school and everything. That's so not you. Why'd you do it?
RORY: Because you didn't say goodbye.
JESS: Oh. Bye, Rory.
RORY: Bye, Jess.

(Liv gets two days in a row cos I know she looks at this. Plus, she's pretty. And in case you were wondering, that is not the same shirt as yesterday, oh no. Don't be fooled.)

The Seventy-Fourth Day

I love this picture. But if you want to see a cool fireworks shot, you can just go here.

The Seventy-Third Day

I'm not a creep. Olivia made me do it.

But really. It's not like you see hair that long every day.

The Seventy-Second Day

My group helped a nice, spunky woman move today - from the third floor of her apartment building to the first. I like how all her boxes have a cereal theme.

The Seventy-First Day

Another close up of my hand. I pinched my thumb with hand clipper things last week. Kinda looks like that part of my thumb died.