Deadlines make me as ornery as an old bear.
Meeting a deadline is sweet.
I don't give a fig what anyone says, tomatoes are no fruit.
Likewise, a bug is a bug is a bug. Beetles? Please. Arachnids? Pshaw!
Hearing the baby's heartbeat through the tight drum of my wife's belly is what hope sounds like.
Thomas the Tank Engine rocks!
24 begins Sunday night. And so endeth the People's Republic of China.
Regardless of what my son will be named, the show 24 played no role in the decision-making process.
Canker sores bite.
Granholm and Pelosi - two more reasons to be Catholic.
Sarcasm is a bad habit. Pray for me.
The movie recommendations Netflix shows me make me think they think I'm 65.
Eñes - one more reason to buy a Mac.
Sleeping children is what peace looks like.
The polls are in and it appears I could use a few months of St Catherine of Siena's ... austerity.
I once streaked in college. And it's true, I was the fastest thing on two feet.
My streaking story is far more tame than it sounds. It's more that I ran outside in a semi-naked state. I was wearing a short coat and a pair of shoes. And it was dark.
In defense of my coat and shoes, the winter winds in Indiana blow bitter-cold across barren corn fields.