Josh, Dylan and Paige in Moab.

They are just so damn cute I had to put this on here. For those of you who don't know, from top to bottom, Josh and Dylan are my nephews and Paige is my grand-niece.

Um, yeah.

Pictures like this from the internet are always a little suspect in my opinion. Except this time, because it's not off the internet. A friend of mine was in Puerto Vallarta last week and stumbled upon this shop. And I trust him, so I beleive it when he said "I had to laugh when I saw this place, and they wondered why I refused to shake hands." This one I'll vouch for.

Subaru sellout

I miss the cars from the 60's and early 70's. You could tell a Chevy from a Ford from a Chrysler. You could tell a Toyota from a Datsun from a Mazda. And you could tell an American car from a Japanese car from a German car from a mile away. Not so today. Every small car is a Toyota Corolla. Every midsized car is a Taurus. And now, Subaru has started phasing out it's unique look. Other than the 4 wheel drive, one of Subaru's characteristics was doors without the bar around the window. And a quirky look to it. Here comes the new 2008 Subaru Impreza, the new version of the car I own. Well, now it has rims around the windows, and even worse, it looks a lot like the Mazda 3. Almost identical. Look below. The car in the middle is my Subaru. Without Googling either car, can you tell which is the Mazda and which is the Subaru?

Now, you may ask "who cares?". In which case you either are new to my blog or you are not very observant. Ever since, when I was less than 3, I yelled "Daddy's car" over and over every time we passed the Rambler dealership, I've cared.

And I was going to buy a brand new Impreza as soon as I graduated from my Masters program. Not anymore.

Happy Birthday Amy

Happy Birthday Jim