"You ask how I know of Toledo, Ohio..."

Nearly three months ago, Matt and I flew to Cleveland to check out a job offer, and all went well until it was time to fly home and the snow began to fall. We were stranded in Cleveland for two extra days. This weekend we decided to make another trip to Cleveland and get a sense for where we might like to live. So we packed up the kids and hit the road. All was well until we got to Toledo and the snow began to fall. We decided to stop for the night and let everybody get a full night's sleep and finish the drive in the morning. We woke in the morning to find that it had snowed all night. This was not really a problem in Toledo, but the chances of safely arriving in Cleveland and actually seeing anything were slim so we decided to head back home. We are not doing well at seeing Ohio unless it is covered in snow.

We couldn't let the snow ruin the entire weekend so we took advantage of the fact that South Bend, IN is between Toledo and Chicago. You are probably not aware of my interest in Notre Dame. I am proud to admit that this interest stems only from my love of the movie Rudy. Christopher went through a football craze and we watched Rudy and other fine football flicks on a daily basis (truth be told, I REALLY like these types of movies). We arrived in South Bend just in time for lunch. We drove by Notre Dame stadium and I took a picture from the car window since we had grumpy children in the back. We then drove around town, taking pictures from the window, trying to find a place to eat. We told the GPS that we wanted a barbecue place, but after three attempts which led us to abandoned restaurants, we ended up at Perkins. The kids were pretty upset that we drove past a number of McDonald's and Burger King restaurants and refused to stop. I told them that they had not been using very good manners lately and until they could show me their manners we would only eat at real restaurants. I really don't think they were amused but hopefully we will all benefit from my scheme.

My favorite part of the trip was Friday night when the GPS found us a great dinner spot. I decided that we need some Mexican food so I told the GPS to find us a restaurant. It was a success, first try. We ate at what appeared to be the locals favorite in a small Indiana town. I think this was my favorite part of the trip because it reminded me of my Dad, for several reasons. First, my Dad loves Mexican food. Second, he loves road trips and eating at local joints (he becomes a little anti-franchise when out on the open road). Lastly, he would have been proud of our adventurous dinner find. I guess, mostly I just love my Dad and wish that we could do these things together.
Well, I think it has taken long enough for me to write this post so I will just cut it off there. The weekend was an unplanned adventure and we will try for a house hunting trip later.

In closing, I have a question to pose. Who knows where the quote from the title of this blog came from?

(These pictures were all taken from my window, most of the time we were moving)