saying things

So, my nephew runs around saying things like “I’m better than God!” and “I can kick God’s butt!” and “I’m a better ninja than God.” (though in all fairness to God, I doubt that’s true.), which he doesn’t just say softly or in his indoor voice.

Woman Severely Beaten By Homeless Man, is how the title reads on news.google.com.

According to an MTSU poll discussed in The Tennessean, forty-seven percent of Tennesseans support a guest worked program and sixty-three percent support a path to legal residency for guest workers.

Sound bites, that is. It is mathematically impossible for either Hillary Clinton or Barack Obama to win the nomination by a large enough margin to make the super delegates superfluous. So now they are, as people like Mack have pointed out, is starting to provide sound bites (and mud piles ready for slinging) that the McCain campaign can use to bite the rear of the eventual survivor. They have lost sight of the

I’m sick.  AGAIN.  But hey, I got one whole week of not being sick, so I should really stop being such a freaking complainer.  I mean, one week is over 600, 000 (604,800 to be exact) seconds.

See? Total whiner.  I had OVER 600,000 seconds of being Unsick!  I would do a victory dance, but I’M SICK AND I’D PROBABLY PASS OUT.

Mr. Smiff sitting with injured #2 at the ballgame the other day.  Notice the two are sitting just alike.  We are forever laughing at how #2 will cross his legs just like his old man does.

Then take this photo, made the same day of me and my mother…

1.  But I’m sure this time is different.

Well, I’ve been playing catch-up the past few days. Returning e-mails and phone calls that have piled up over the past month of my sabbatical. I think I’m about done now, or at least am at the point where I just have to wait for the returns to my replies. You know how it goes…

I’ve written a couple songs in the past few days. Two are aimed at an upcoming project that I’ll hopefully get to tell you about really soon, possibly later today. I’m rea