My Savior

So maybe I'm not the brightest crayon in the box.

In training for the Bridger Ridge Run and doing my best to follow "boot camp" expectations...I've been running. Up until now...it's been hell. Whenever I finish a run, I feel like I've been hit by a truck. My legs hurt. My knees hurt. My ankles hurt. My body hurts. Until now, I chalked it all up to being a rookie runner. I confided in a friend and she said, "maybe you need new running shoes."

Duh Lincoln. You'd think I would have thought of that. But I just assumed that since my tennis shoes weren't smelly or falling apart...they'd do just fine. I was wrong. I went into a local shoe store and told the saleswoman I wanted a good pair of trail running shoes. I walked out with a pair of Montrail Hardrock shoes.

I went running right away. I expected blisters with new shoes and I got them. But my body felt much better. I'm still not the biggest fan of running...but these shoes have helped BIG TIME.

In other news....

I'm making the quickest of quick trips to Salt Lake this weekend. A friend I met in Glacier is getting married in Alta. Dave, Audrey, and Danny are driving down from Glacier, picking me up, and we're driving together. We'll come back on Sunday.

And finally...a confession. I've been horrible about blogging. My posts are infrequent as of late. I've been even worse about reading other blogs. I apologize. I'll try to be better.

You win some...

....you lose some.

Last night...we lost some.

As much as I wanted to win against our "parent station" last night...it wasn't in the cards. (See previous post for an explanation of what we lost and why it's depressing). Still, it was a good night. While I wasn't happy to see the Missoula station walk away with the award we wanted, it was nice to see them clean up in the other categories. I'd rather be a part of a winning company than just sitting on the sidelines.

The after party was awesome. It was nice to hang out with the people from Missoula. We see each other on television every day...but we're rarely in the same room together. They're actually pretty fun. Here are some pics from the evening.

The whole crew together at the after-party

Me and Christin ; the 2007 Broadcaster of the Year

Me, Christin, and our weather guy Mark; 2007 Weathercaster of the Year

Beth and I with the main anchors in Missoula; Heidi and Steve

All in all...a fun night. We'll get 'em next year.

Bring it on

I'm really not much of a competitive person. I don't LIKE to lose....but I don't whine or pout if I do lose. However, there's a competition this weekend which I'm a part of. I don't want to lose this competition.




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I work for the NBC affiliate in Butte & Bozeman, Montana. Our parent station is in Missoula. There's also another sister station in Kalispell. The Missoula station is considered the flagship of our company. It's the biggest station in the biggest town with the biggest toys. We do a damn good job in Bozeman but in many ways....we're the child and they're the parent. Not that WE feel that way. But when it comes to office politics, Missoula is "mom & dad" and we have to listen to what they say. It can be frustrating.

All of which makes this weekend competition especially interesting. The annual Montana Broadcasters Association awards are this weekend. The Missoula station is up for quite a few awards. Good for them. I hope they win most of them. WE, however, are up for one award...Best Spot TV News Coverage. It was for a plane crash back in April of 2006. Forgive the ego, but we kicked some butt and took some names in covering that. I think our nomination is well deserved. In every category there are two nominees. In this particular category we're going up against....yep....our own parents.

It would be mighty satisfying to look at "mom & dad" and say "ha-haaa!" (Said in the voice of Nelson from The Simpsons).

Please, please let us win.

Money Woes

This post is all about money.

I don't make much of it. I never really have. Even before that, I was part of your average middle class family. We didn't have a lot of money (although we never went without anything). I've grown accustomed to not having a lot of money. And you know what? I'm sick of it. I'm sick of being poor.

They say money can't make you happy. How about I get a chance to test that theory? I remember working as a bellman in Big Sky for a season. I probably made the most money there than in any other job I've had. It was nice. I lost a cell phone and without hesitation, without thinking, "crap, can I afford a new one," I bought one. No worries. I went on road trips where I wasn't worrying about having enough money to pay for gas or buy food. I had money and I loved it. I want to feel that way again.

I don't see it happening soon. Even when I leave Bozeman and move on to my next job in broadcasting (wherever that may be) I don't anticipate making a LOT of money. Sure, it will be better than the meager wage I currently earn...but I won't be rich. But "rich" isn't even what I'm after. I want to be comfortable. I want to feel like I did in Big Sky. I want to be able to have fun without "money woes" even entering my mind. Is that so much to ask?

Speaking of money, I've noticed there are certain things certain people will spend money on...no matter how poor they are. You can hear someone say, "I can't afford it." But there is always that vice, always that luxury, always that little something that they'll fork over the cash for. For example, I love to eat out. I may whine about my finances or having to pay rent (which incidentally, is going up by about 60 bucks in August) but if I have the opportunity to eat out for breakfast, lunch, or dinner....I'm there. For some that I know...it's alcohol. I'm not implying that they're drunks. I'm saying I can try to convince them to go out to eat (go figure) or go to a movie. They won't budge. They won't spend the money to do it. But when Friday night comes along, money is suddenly no object when there's the prospect of hitting the bars all night and having a good time. It's sort of funny. For everyone, there is ALWAYS something to spend money on.

One last money story: I had a dream the other night that made me angry. My co-workers and I were at some kind of baseball game. Beth had a stack of lottery tickets she was scratching off. She handed me one and asked me to scratch it for her. I did. It was a winning ticket worth $135 million. I felt that because I had scratched it, I was entitled to some small piece of it. I wasn't saying anything though because I didn't want to be that kind of person. But in my dream, Beth was too caught up in the prospect of having all this money (the dream sort of went on for days) that she never offered me anything. I've never felt depressed in a dream before. Thank God it wasn't real. And I know Beth would slip me a cool million. Right?

Metro Moose

You gotta love Montana. This (not so) little guy (or girl) was on the loose in Bozeman for 2 days.

It was first spotted downtown (near our station) at 5:30 Friday morning. He crossed Main Street and disappeared for most of that day. It turned up again that night. I went out tracking it with a video camera to get it on the news. (Who knew Bozeman had so many nooks and crannies?) After wandering through thickets, dead end roads, and various trails, I finally got about 15 seconds of shaky video. Then he turned up again Saturday on a big tract of land between Home Depot and Walmart. The police and Fish & Game guys followed him around for a couple hours before finally tranquilizing it and carting it off to the mountains.

I've seen moose before but never in the middle of town. Good times.

Biting the hand that fed you

My former colleague, Steve Dent, made some headlines yesterday. Literally.

The local Bozeman newspaper did a front page profile of our old sports director. Since leaving us in March, Steve has become the voice of the Bozeman Bucks (a local baseball team). He's on the radio doing play by play for the games and apparently loving it. In the article, Steve took a few shots at his old station. (I know Steve. I like Steve. I support him 100%. I would say the paper was a little opportunistic in taking a few jabs at us). Regardless, some people weren't happy with the article.

Let me say this: Don't expect loyalty from your employees, current or former, when you don't show loyalty to them.

That said, I wouldn't have done what he did. My circumstances are different. Factor in everything and you'll find I'm overall happy at work. But not everyone feels the same way.

In other news...

I went to the other station in town yesterday to drop off some forms for my possible Blue Angels flight. Funny experience. I walked in and 6 heads turned, sized me up, did a little head tilt (like a curious puppy), and said, "wrong station." Then they all laughed. We compete with each other but it's all good natured.

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The second week of boot camp is complete. I'm doing well. I'm liking getting up early in the morning. (Okay I'm not liking "getting up." I am, however, happy when I've been up for a little while).

The first of three weddings in three consecutive weekends is tomorrow. Some I know are a little obsessed with me not having a date for it. My response: Mind your own business. I'm perfectly happy in my singledom. Worry about your own lives. (Said with the utmost respect and with a smile on my face).

That is all. Have a good weekend.

Take me higher....

Before you start reading...cue up the theme song to "Top Gun" in your mind. Ready? Press play. I, my friends, have a chance to fly with the Blue Angels. I'll be up front about this. It isn't a good chance. But there is A chance.

The Blue Angels are coming to Bozeman in late July for an airshow. Everywhere they go, 3 media representatives are chosen to fly with one of the pilots. While my station is a sponsor of the event, the other station in town signed on first. The station manager over there is also the guy coordinating the media flights. One for a newspaper reporter. One for a radio reporter. One for a TV reporter. My good friend Alyson (a reporter for their station) is the primary candidate. I, however, am an alternate. Somewhat disappointing...but hey, it's still possible.

Keep your fingers crossed for me.

Musings

I ran my first official race on Saturday. A 5K in downtown Bozeman. Certainly not a great distance, but for someone who has hated running for most of his life...I felt a sense of accomplishment.

You know what's annoying? When certain keys on your keyboard don't work that well. The space bar on my work computer is stubborn as hell. I basically have have to pound it as hard as I can when I'm typing. It makes a lot of noise...noticed by all of co-workers. The "z" key on my laptop at home is also having some issues. Luckily I don't use it that often.

My "Harry Potter" kick is starting up again. With the 5th movie and 7th book coming out next month, I've decided to re-read books 5 and 6. With that, I've dived into all things Harry. I've watched the movie trailer online several times. I'm such a dork. But I'm getting excited. I don't care what anyone says...Harry Potter is awesome.

Week 1 of boot camp is over. Week 2 starts early tomorrow. Looking forward to it. I should really go to bed.

Not too long ago, I was ready to give up on MySpace. Today, I feel like I'm defending it against Facebook. To me, there's no comparison. MySpace is far superior. That's all I'm gonna say.

I'm watching the E! True Hollywood Story on The Mickey Mouse Club. It makes you feel bad for the kids who didn't become as famous as Britney, Christina, and Justin. Sure...they've stayed out of rehab and are far more normal than the real famous ones...but still, I feel like there should be some equality there.

The exodus begins: Over the next several months, various people in the Bozeman TV world will start leaving. Chris, the ABC sports guy, is the first to leave. He's got a new job in Washington. After that, the contracts expire in a successive wave. I'm in November. But let's not think about that until August.

Gotta run.

Holy Hip Flexor

I'm in pain.

Muscles I didn't even know I had hurt like hell. There are two reasons for this.

First, I signed up for boot camp at my gym. I've been having some trouble motivating myself to train for this mountain ridge run I'm doing in August. So I decided I needed some structure. The woman who cuts my hair talked me into signing up for boot camp. She said it kicks your ass and gets you in shape. So I signed up. It's M/W/F at 6 in the morning. Monday was the first day. Not bad at all. In fact, I was disappointed. I didn't even feel challenged. But Wednesday morning was a different story. I wouldn't describe it as brutal. But I would say it's hard, exhausting, and challenging. Still, I like it. It's a good feeling. There's something strangely satisfying about physically punishing yourself early in the morning.

That's one reason why I'm sore. The other? I took the physical exam for firefighters in Montana. Every year, wannabe firefighters in the state converge on Bozeman for testing. The physical exam is a 10 minute course of various physical challenges (climbing a stairmaster with a 75 lb. vest strapped on, dragging a 185 lb. dummy across the floor, simulating the act of breaking down a wall with a sledgehammer, etc.) I went down to the testing center to do a story for the news. The guys down there were gracious enough to send me through the course. Brandon, our technical director, was there with camera in hand to film it. Again, I wouldn't say it was brutal. It was hard though. The good news? I actually passed....and literally without a second to spare. Applicants have to finish within 10 minutes 20 seconds. That was my exact time. Not bad for someone who didn't train for it at all.

So yeah, I'm sore. And there's still more boot camp on Friday, a golf tournament that same day, and I'm running a 3 mile race in downtown Bozeman on Saturday. Talk about baptism by fire when it comes to getting in shape.

In other news, congratulations to my wonderful colleague Beth Saboe. She just got engaged to her boyfriend of several years, Aaron. Good luck guys!

Back in the Saddle

For two summers I was a tour guide in Glacier National Park. My first summer was 2002...the same year that 33 historic Red Buses returned to the park. (Over the years they had deteriorated and Ford donated millions of dollars to restore them). This is what they look like.
Eventually, I moved on from being a tour guide to being a bellman, but driving the "Reds" will always be one of the best jobs I've ever had. I've missed it a lot. Luckily this weekend, I was able to get back behind the wheel. I look a little maniacal in this photo, but whatever.
These red buses have been a part of Glacier National Park since the 1930's. It was a big deal when they took them out of service for 3 years in order to restore them. When they were brought back, it was big new. Like Glacier, Yellowstone National Park had their own buses. They looked exactly the same, but they were painted a mustard yellow color. As those buses fell apart, Yellowstone simply got rid of them. Not anymore. I went down to Yellowstone on Saturday for a "homecoming" of sorts. The park paid to have 8 yellow buses returned and restored for touring use. I was covering the event for work. My old driving buddy (and now Glacier Transportation Manager) Dave, brought a red bus down for the event. It was awesome. After the party was over, we got a group of friends together and took an evening ride around the northern loop of the park. Dave was good enough to let me drive the bus for about 4o miles. It was great. We even saw 3 bears.
The picture sucks...sorry.

It was a great day. Beautiful weather, a fun media event to cover, good food, good friends, wildlife, a beautiful place, and most of all...the chance for me to get back behind the wheel. If this news thing doesn't work out I could always be a tour guide in Glacier or Yellowstone.