A Lenten suggestion

Perhaps Big Jim could give up "not blogging" for Lent.

And the rest of you chuckleheads could give up "not commenting."

A turning point

There are moments in a man's life when he comes to great realizations about his existence. Moments when a great self-truth crystallizes in his mind.

Last week I got into a car accident. (Short story: I was at fault. I slid on ice. It was the old car.) I took my car in for an estimate today, and they needed to keep it overnight before they could give me the full estimate. In the meantime, they offered to give me a rental car for the day.

As it turns out, Hertz was very low on vehicles and had just two available when I got there. My choice was stark: Would I go with the sleek and stylish Ford Mustang or the functional yet boxy Toyota Sienna? The rental guy picked me up to take me back to the agency in the Mustang. It was all I could do to stuff the car seat in the back seat, let alone get it installed.

Needless to say, tonight I am the proud driver of a minivan.

Blue-Gold game?

April 18, 2009. Sunny (or not) South Bend, Indiana. 2009 Notre Dame Blue-Gold game. Tailgating with a beautiful Deepwater Blue Hyundai Santa Fe. Will YOU be there?

New car!

2008 Hyundai Santa Fe GLS!

I was going to apply for a job in the Obama administration . . .

but then I went and filed my taxes. What was I thinking?

Best. Super Bowl. Ever.

What a game! This game had it all: Back and forth action, amazing turning points, hairpulling drama, Kurt Warner's suddenly attractive wife!