Curling up

I'm laying (or is it lying) on the most uncomfortable "couch" in the world. A $200 futon from Walmart. It sucks. I bought it when I first got to Bozeman. It served as my bed for a few months. I thought, "as soon as I get a real mattress and I don't have to sleep on this God forsaken piece of wrought iron anymore...life will be good." It was...for a little while. But now I'm wanting a real, plush, comfortable sofa. Sometimes you want to rest but not necessarily in bed. There are times when I'd love to come home to this.


Instead, it's more like this.

Okay, I exaggerate a little. I do have a thin piece of material that attempts to pass for a futon pad. I might as well be laying (or is it lying) across the bars you see above. I'd consider investing in a nice couch but I may be leaving here in as little as 6 months and I just don't want to deal with it. So I suffer in misery. Thank God I have a nice bed.

Ahhh...sweet relief

May sweeps is over. (Okay...technically it's not. That happens Wednesday. But for me...it basically is. Thank God)

We're usually supposed to churn out a few special projects for sweeps. I came up with one. A story on stream access in Montana. I know it sounds boring and to many it probably is. But I had my eye on that story since my first day on the job and now it's finally finished. It got rave reviews too. Feels nice.

I also did a story about a "zone of death" in Yellowstone National Park. In a nutshell...you could commit murder in part of Yellowstone and get away with it easily. For those who don't know, the park straddles three states. Most of it is in Wyoming but there are smaller portions in Montana and Idaho. The "zone of death" is in the Idaho portion. Since the park is federal land you must be tried in a federal district court if you commit a crime. But the constitution says a jury of your peers must be made up of people from the district AND state the crime was committed in. So if you kill someone in the Idaho portion you need a jury from that little slice of Idaho. The problem? No one lives there. (The Montana portion of Yellowstone almost fits this scenario but there are a few dozen people who live in that part of the world). A Michigan law professor discovered this loophole and wrote an essay about it. Then a Wyoming author decided to write a book based on the idea. Here it is:

I'm reading now. It's pretty good...for your average, run of the mill mystery/adventure novel. Even after the story though, I'm still wondering...could this really happen. The law professor I interviewed said yes. Hjustin, you're the only lawyer I know. Would this thing stand up in court. A murderer couldn't go free on a technicality could he/she? It seems ridiculous. Anyway, it was a fun story and I got to go into Yellowstone and get paid for it. It was awesome.

Have I mentioned to anyone that I'm going head to head with a former CNN news anchor this fall. The other station in town has hired former CNN newswoman Donna Kelley to anchor the local evening news. I'd be more intimidated if I thought I was staying in Bozeman for much longer. But hopefully I'll be on my way to a new job somewhere else in the country. It's still disheartening though. Good for them for getting here. She's a Bozeman native and wants to live here forever so...the job fits. But in hiring her they're sort of changing Bozeman from a starter marker (where rookies come to learn) to a higher caliber one. Should be interesting.

That's all. Have a good day.

Busy

It's one of those weeks.
I'm being run ragged.
Overall...it's good.
But I'm tired.
I'll be back on Monday.

Mom

This is my mom and I. She's awesome. I've always been a mama's boy. I'm the youngest so she babied me a lot. Mom, thanks for everything. I love you and I would never be where I am today without you. Thank you. I miss you.

Happy Mother's Day

TGIF

It's been a long, exhausting week.

First...news stuff:

Busy news week. I loved it. I know that usually means someone out there isn't having such a great time (i.e., car accidents, shootings, etc.), but it's why I love my job. In the span of this week, we covered a mass school evacuation (about 30 different schools), a paraglider killed in a freak accident, Montana lawmakers holding a special session (bigger deal than it sounds), a fatal car accident, a massive barn fire, an alleged police brutality case (I'm siding with the cop on this one), important local school elections, and a 4.8 earthquake that caused damage in Sheridan, Montana. Good week in news.

I also found out today, our station's been nominated for a Montana Broadcasters Award for Best Spot News Coverage...a story I was a part of. It was a plane crash in April 2006. We really did kick ass. What's really funny is that we're up against our sister station in Missoula in that category. Please, please let us win. We need the bragging rights.

In other news....

Heidi and Justin came to visit for a couple days. They, too, are Glacier buddies. Unlike the other travelers who've wandered through my apartment, they are NOT headed back to Glacier...although they're still a part of the seasonal world. They spent the winter in Steamboat Springs, Colorado and and are heading back for the summer. Good to see them.

I had a very vivid dream last night. I was back in New Zealand visiting all the people I met when I worked there a few years ago. It was awesome. I was so happy when I woke up. I immediately texted my friend Hannah who lives there. Unfortunately, she must have changed her number. I got a response back...but it wasn't Hannah. Sad. I think I have her email address though.

Finally...look at these:

My friend, Maureen, sent me this link in an email: www.flightpad.net/cats.htm
There's a bunch of hysterical cat pictures on there. The ones above were my favorites. Check it out...even if you hate cats. It's hilarious.

That's all for now. Have a good weekend.

Senioritis

This is a picture from the Onion. The headline reads "Bill Clinton Suffering from Senioritis."

I can relate. I'm suffering from a severe lack of motivation...mostly involving work. I have 6 months left on my contract and I'm itching for a change of scenery. I don't remember having senioritis when I was actually a senior. What do I do about it? How do I get over it?

Here's a funny story: I'm sure many of you have caught Dr. 90210 on E! once or twice. It's a fun show to watch. I catch it when I catch it and I'm satisfied with that. I've seen the show enough to know about Dr. Rey and his family. I've seen the brattly little daughter scream when she doesn't get what she wants. I never really thought much of her. I was home earlier tonight watching TV and I turned the channel just in time to see Dr. Rey and his wife bawling over a little, pink casket. "Holy shit! Their daughter died?!!" That's exactly what I thought. I have no vested interest in the people on this show but I was genuinely shocked and saddened over what I thought was happening. I was ready to get on the Internet and find out what happened to the little girl. However...I was wrong. There was a little dog in that casket. Their dog had died. I felt stupid.

Speaking of E!, I'm watching the True Hollywood Story on Britney Spears. What a whack job.

And finally, this is disgusting, creepy, horrifying, mortifying, terrifying, and any other adjectives that escape me right now...oh, and it's one more reason I hate spiders.

Caption?

I have nothing important or worthwhile to say. Therefore I give you this. Any thoughts?

It

Have you found "it?" I haven't. I've been doing some soul-searching this week. Here's why:

Two very good friends, Ron & Jessie (boyfriend-girlfriend), stopped through Bozeman on their way to Glacier National Park for the summer. We had a great time...but as they left this morning, I couldn't help being just a little bit sad.

I have talked of my love for Glacier many times on this blog. For some who read this...maybe it's merely uninteresting. For others...perhaps annoying. I'm sure some have thought, "get over it Lincoln." I've had the same thought. But in recent weeks I've developed a theory on why I can't get over it...and by that, I mean "it."

In a sense, I went to Glacier because I was running away from something. Life wasn't too great back in the spring of 2002, so I went looking for an escape. I wound up in northwest Montana. Who knew the experience would become so profound for me? One thing you have to know about Glacier (and any seasonal worker-type life) is that it's not "reality." For one thing...it's ALWAYS temporary. Summer ends...and your time spent in paradise also ends. Sure, you can always come back next year (like I did) but each year is a unique and different experience. Second...there is the constant hounding from friends and family back home. "When are you going to get a real job, Lincoln?" They feel the need to remind you that you're simply "having fun" and that you can't do it forever. For the most part...they are right. There is usually no growth in the seasonal life. It is what it is...and the responsibilities of "real life" eventually come calling. Most people go back to real life and get on with it. But some, myself included, have a harder time. The reason? They haven't found...."it."

But wait...that's not quite right. I did find "it." But "it" turned out to be a slice of life that isn't part of reality. Are you still with me? "It" can be many different things to many different people. Maybe it's your significant other. Maybe it's your hometown. Maybe it's your job. Most people, though, have some kind of defining characteristic or part of life that keeps them grounded, connected...and well...happy. For the young people venturing to Glacier (or any other seasonal job) "it" has already been found...or is in the process of being found. Perhaps school is waiting for them at the end of the summer. Perhaps a new job. Many are there for a summer hiatus of sorts. They come to the park, have a blast, and go back to whatever life plans they had before. But others, like me, arrive with the intent of "finding something." Boy did I find "it." The only problem?...As I mentioned...Glacier isn't reality. I found something that is inherently in conflict with long-term life goals.

I found "it" but...."it" couldn't sustain itself.

There are others out there like me. We look back on our experience and long for those wonderful days. "Real life" is somewhat of a challenge because nothing we find can compare to our seasonal experience.

There are a few people, like Ron & Jessie, that turn places like Glacier into real, long-term life. It's difficult, but it can be done. They are NOT irresponsible. They are NOT lost, wandering souls. They are simply able to deal with the intricacies of turning a temporary world into a permanent one. It's hard to explain how...but they do it...and find "it."

I'm not particularly sad right now...just a little wistful. In my heart of hearts I know I couldn't have stayed in Glacier forever. There were other goals (like being a news anchor) that I wanted to pursue. I've done that, I don't regret anything, and I plan to keep pursuing. But..at the same time...I'm still looking for "it." Life in Bozeman is good but I haven't found that "spark." I don't know what "it" will turn out to be but I am confident I'll find it somewhere, somehow, down the road in life. Until that happens, I'll always look to Glacier as somewhat of a beacon. A big part of me still resides there...but only because a new home hasn't been found.

100% Pure Montana

We had a unique Montana experience today....the annual Three Forks Horse Roundup. Every year the Mantle family of Three Forks, Montana (a town about 30 miles west of Bozeman) move their 400 horses to summer feeding grounds. They've been doing it for years. The route they use just happens to pass right through Main Street in downtown Three Forks. In the past it was a little known horse drive that locals were amused by. Today...it's a full fledged event that draws thousands of spectators. It was pretty cool. It's not everyday you see hundreds of horses running through town in a big herd. Unfortunately, this may have been the last year. The family is looking for newer property that would probably eliminate the need for a horse drive. Ah well...it was good while it lasted.

The roundup draws everyone....including the competition. This is my arch rival, Andrea. She works as an anchor at the other station in town. As you can see...we hate each other. (Please note the sarcasm).

Summer

Ask anyone at work and they will tell you I wasn't the happiest person to be around this past Monday.

I had just gotten back from Oklahoma City. I had just seen the inner workings of a "real" TV station. Being back at my station (in television market 192) was a little depressing. Our limitations were all I could focus on. Don't get me wrong...I am incredibly fortunate and happy to have my job. But....it's time. It's time to move on. I need new challenges. One of the only things sustaining me right now is the fact that a Montana summer is right around the corner. Despite my whining I do, and always will, love Bozeman and the rest of this state.

The temperature is supposed to reach 80 degrees this weekend. I'm stoked. It will be a weekend full of hiking, golfing, hanging out and maybe, just maybe, a trip to the Olive Garden in Billings.

It is still April so chilly weather is still in my future. But before I know it, I'll be floating down the Madison River getting a sunburn. I love summer.

One more thing I love about summer:

The countdown is on. Another Harry Potter movie AND the final book in the series will be released. Amanda believes having the countdowns on her page is a bit...geeky. I completely disagree. I support you in posting them Amanda. I will celebrate my Harry Potter obsession with no reservation.

Caption Time

I found another picture I can't stop laughing at. Care to caption?

When Worlds Collide

Although my feet have been planted firmly in the ground of TV news for a while now, I still consider myself a seasonal wanderer in some ways. They are two very different worlds. One involves a long, sought after career choice that's full of responsibility and commitment. The other is a carefree, nomadic slice of American life that few get to experience. On my weekend trip to Oklahoma City, those two worlds collided...with me hanging out with friends from both. Luckily...the real collision occurred about a year ago, when my former co-anchor, Melissa, left Bozeman for a news anchor job in Oklahoma City. A good friend from Glacier, Stephanie, just happened to live in OKC and I wound up introducing the two, by phone, to each other. Melissa, a good friend from my new professional life, left Montana and moved in with Stephanie, a good friend from my old, seasonal life. It was a little strange to me. Even wierder...this is where they moved to.

After that strange coincidence...a picture seemed mandatory.

Both of them now live in Oklahoma, and while they both have some OK pride, they aren't above making fun of the state. It's a little strange. For one thing....it's flat. Very, very flat. That was odd. I have lived in the mountains all my life. I can't imagine looking outside and not seeing mountains. But there are no mountains in Oklahoma.

There are no mountains, but OKC is still a vibrant metropolitan area. It's a big city and that means big city TV news...exactly what Missy moved there for. I was able to go into her station and watch a live show. Awesome. They have a real newsroom, a big staff, a helicopter (which was leaving for breaking news when we arrived) and a very sexy studio.

Of course, Oklahoma City has seen its share of big news. A trip to the Oklahoma City National Memorial is almost mandatory. Stephanie took me there. It was pretty powerful. There have been major disagreements over what a September 11 memorial should look like. Maybe they should look to OKC. It's beautiful. There's a memorial chair for all 168 victims of the 1995 bombing. All chairs lie in the footprint of the old building. There's a nearby museum that's pretty depressing to walk though. Depressing...yet everyone should go there. Here are some photos of the memorial.

Remember that picture on the right? The fireman was carrying a baby girl named Baylee Almon. It sort of became the photo to symbolize the the whole tragedy. The chair on the left is her memorial chair. All in all, it was a sad to be there. The 12th anniversary was just the day before. But it was well worth it. I'm glad I got to see it.

We had lots of fun though too...even experiencing a famous piece of Oklahoman culture. Have you ever heard of Ken's Steaks & Ribs? It's a cool, little restaurant in Amber, Oklahoma...about 45 minutes outside of Oklahoma City. I guess they get a lot of big name guests who come to experience the only 5 menu options: ribs, steak, brisket, chicken, and prime rib. They're only open 3 nights a week and Ken himself is the one who keeps things organized. You stand in line to wait for your table and Ken walks up and down the line getting your name and chatting with you. There's usually a wait to get inside so Ken doesn't tolerate guests staying after dinner to chat. Once you're done eating he will tell you to go. He's awesome. He particularly liked our foursome...well he liked the 3 girls. They, of course, got all his attention. But whatever.

And that's a brief summary of my trip to Oklahoma. It was good to see my midwestern Glacier buddies Stephanie and Katie (who drove down from Kansas City to join us). It was also good to catch up with Melissa and get a vague idea of what I can expect from the broadcasting world when I find my next job.

My two worlds collided in Oklahoma...where the wind comes sweeping down the plains...and it was damn windy there.

Sensitivity, overreaction, and guilt

I was at the gym Monday morning when the news of the Virginia Tech shootings came blaring across all the TV's in the cardio area. I immediately thought of the "Guns are cool" post I wrote a few days ago. I felt guilty. So I removed it when I got home.

I've since put it back up. I don't want to write about gun rights and how guns should be viewed in light of the rampage. I just know that taking the post down seemed like the right thing to do. I intended to put it back up anyway.

Some whacko decided to slaughter 32 people. He used two guns to do that. I'm sure there's something to be said for more gun control. I won't get into that now. But as far as my previous post goes...it's still accurate. There was something cool about shooting a gun. I hope that doesn't make me insensitive.

(Not so) Good Eats

I'm a little disappointed.

It's no secret that I'm a huge fan of Food Network. I've been excited for the Food Network awards for a while now. But as I'm watching them right now...I'm not impressed. They weren't what I expected them to be. I thought they were going to give out awards TO the people on Food Network. Instead it's the people ON Food Network giving awards to restaurants, people, and businesses I've never heard of. Whatever.

I saw the following video on bestsaria's blog. I have no idea what it is or where it came from but I, too, can't stop watching it.



Anyone know anything about this guy/actor/sketch?

Confession

Forgive me father, for I have sinned. I am coveting the following object.



I have never been a gun person. I don't come from a gun family. I have no reason to own a gun. (I don't hunt, I don't kill people, and I don't go to shooting ranges). I've shot a few guns in my lifetime but the memories are hazy. Frankly, guns have always intimidated me. BUT....I went shooting today...and....IT....WAS...........AWESOME!

A couple weeks ago I told my friend Danny (an avid hunter from Michigan who has many guns) that I wanted him to teach me how to shoot a gun. I'm not sure why. I'm just a little curious. More than anything I want to feel comfortable around guns. I doubt I'll ever buy one of my own but in the event that I had to handle a gun in the future, I want to know what I'm doing.

Danny happily obliged. In fact he was downright excited. So we headed into the woods and he taught me how to shoot a .357 Magnum (see above photo) and a 30-06 rifle. The rifle was cool. Nothing special...but cool. (I'm still experiencing some kick-back pain in my shoulder) The .357 however was...well....there aren't words to describe it. I'm a little frightened at how much I liked it. There's just something attractive about having such a powerful object in your hands. Danny's a good teacher too. We covered many gun safety issues before he let me touch the thing. (Mom, I swear to God) As far as target practice went, I performed admirably. Much better than Danny expected.

I'm not sure there's a moral to this story. I have no intention of buying a gun. But I want to do some more shooting. I wasn't raised in a gun hating family but still....I feel a little rebellious for wanting to handle them.

I sort of like guns. Is that a bad thing?

DUH........

I do good work at the TV station that employs me. I'm a good anchor. I'm a good reporter. I can write well. I can edit well. I can handle myself well in an interview. I've received great feedback and praise from many people. I was even my station's employee of the year last year.

However, there are still moments when I'm reminded of 3 very important things.
1. I'm still a rookie.
2. I still have a lot to learn.
3. There is still much experience I have to gain.

Consider tonight's newscast for instance. As it drew to a close we had a sudden problem with our video server. Long story short: video wasn't rolling and we (Jenny, Jeff, and I) had to fill a minute and a half of showtime with "anchor banter." There was no other option.

In my ear, the director said, "Don't toss it." I sort of heard him, but it didn't really register. By that time I had made the decision to say "that will do it for us tonight." That was followed by ".....uhhhhh." Idiot, Lincoln.

Jenny saved my butt. She rescued me...and I thank her for that. I've been beating myself up about it thinking, "I'm better than that." I guess that's not true....at least not yet.

On a related note, I would normally post a clip of what happened. However, my screw-up just happened to fall on the same day we all got an official email forbidding anyone from posting anything that appears on our station....on the internet. The basic gyst: they own our news programs and my image and likeness. A little frustrating...but I will comply.

Open mouth...insert foot

I was talking with someone today about embarassing moments. They asked, "what's the most embarassing thing you've ever done." I didn't have to think very hard. Without further ado, I present the most embarassing moment of my life.

For two summers (2002 and 2003) I was a tour bus driver in Glacier National Park. It was an awesome job. I spent my day driving a cool, vintage bus across Going-to-the-Sun Road...arguably the most scenic drive in the country. I also met lots of cool people. One such group of people were affiliated with the Montana Hope Project. The Montana Hope Project is an organization that caters to children, and family members of children, that suffer from physical and mental illnesses. Every year, the Project is taken on a tour of Glacier...with the help of nearly 25 tour buses and their drivers. I was one of those drivers in the summer of '03. The tour lasted most of the day. The buses criss-crossed the park in a big caravan stopping at various points of interest. At one point, we all stopped to take a look at Running Eagle Falls. It was a long stop...about 45 minutes. A total of about 75 people were all standing near the bank of the river milling about. A few of us drivers were near the water's edge chatting. My friend Dave decided to pick up a large rock and throw it in the river...splashing water all across my leg in the process.

I didn't even comprehend what was about to come out of my mouth.

In a group full of MENTALLY CHALLENGED children, and their families, I yelled at my friend, "YOU RETARD!"

It was almost as if the waterfall we were all looking at decided to stop running. It was silent. Completely silent. Or at least that's how I remember it. I was mortified. I was afraid to look at anyone. I'm not even sure how many people noticed. I avoided all eye contact and walked back to my bus.

Besides my friends, no one ever said anything about it. Still, it was...without a doubt...the most embarassing moment of my life.

Nothing to say

I've sat in front of my computer for an hour now trying to think of something meaningful to write. Nothing has come to me. Therefore...I present a random survey. It's the ultimate cure for any kind of blogger's block.

Your senior year in high school.

1. Who were your best friends? Erin. There were a few others but Erin was pretty much my life in high school.
2.What sports did you play? Ha ha ha....like I played sports in high school.
3. What kind of car did you drive? 1985 Dodge Ram Pickup - Light Blue
4. It's Friday night, where were you? David's hot tub playing the "Scary Hot Tub Game."
5. Were you a party animal? Not at all.
6. Were you considered a flirt? By some.
7. Were you in band, orchestra, or choir? No...and don't even ask me about my A'cappella auditioning experience.
8. Were you a nerd? At the time I would have said "a little bit." I look back now and realize that yes...yes I was.
9. Did you get suspended/expelled? Nope.
10. Who was your favorite teacher? Mrs. Craigle of course.
11. Where did you eat lunch? The Journalism Room
12.What was your school's full name? West High School
13. School mascot? Panther
14. Did you go to Prom? Yeah. We had A LOT of dances.
15. If you could go back and do it over, would you? Tough question. If I knew then what I know now...maybe for a little bit...but just for a brief visit.
16. What do you remember most about graduation? Not much, really. I can't even remember what I did that night. It was obviously uneventful.
17. What were you involved in during High school? The school paper and TV West. That's about it.
18. Where were you on senior skip day? What the hell is senior skip day? We didn't have that...at least I don't think we did.
19. Did you have a job your senior year? Hmm. I don't think so. I can't believe my memory is so vague.
20. Have you gained weight since then? Not really.
21. Where did you go after graduation? University of Utah for broadcast journalism. Graduated in 2001. Worked at the Olympics. Went to Glacier. Wandered for 4 years.
22. When did you graduate? 1998
23. Who was your Senior prom date? Erin...I think. Like I said, we had A LOT of dances. I'd have to check the pictures.
24. Are you going to your 10 year reunion? I'm not opposed to it.
25. Who was your least favorite teacher. Mr. Eckberg.
26. Were you popular? No
27. Did you get picked on? Only by my friends...whom I picked on as well.
28. Was high school a good experience overall? The last two years were pretty good. The first two years were less than stellar. I truly remember very little from those first two years.
29. What would former classmates say about where you are in life now? They'd probably say "cool...that's what he always wanted to do."
30. What advice would you give to present day high schoolers? Probably something stupid about "having fun being young." But I'm convinced that it's sort of ridiculous to give advice to kids and teenagers. Everyone needs to grow up their own way and make their own mistakes. We all "get it" eventually.

Wierd Moment

The following conversation took place tonight at the supermarket. I approached the check-out stand with my groceries and was greeted by the female employee. It was about 11:40 pm.

Checker: How are you tonight?
Me: I'm good. How are you?
Checker: I want to go home.
Me: (slight chuckle) That good huh?
Checker: I'm not a night person. Of course I'm not a day person either.
Me: Um...so what do you do about that?
Checker: I sleep...a lot. I take it your a night person because you're here at this time.
Woman: (she had just gotten in line behind me) He doesn't have a choice.

At this point I realize the woman recognizes me. The checker appears confused from here on out.

Woman: I guess since I'm here at this time I didn't watch the news tonight.
Me: I suppose. Although I'm here and I worked tonight. I just finished.
Woman: Well as long as I wasn't on the news. That would be a bad thing.
Me: Yes it would be.
Woman: And sometimes I CAN be on the news.

Checker and I exchange "huh" glances.

Me: What do you do?
Woman: I'm a city prosecutor.
Me: Ahh...I see.
Checker: (looking at me) What did she say?
Me: She's a city prosecutor.
Checker: (looks panicked in the woman's direction and chuckles nervously) Oh..um...pretend I'm not here.
Woman: Do something bad?
Checker: I'm always in trouble. That's why I moved here. To stay out of trouble. I got involved with the wrong guy.
Woman: That's what usually happens.
Checker: He was a bad deal. He had a spell over me and I can't explain it. I would have died for that man. I hated him when I first met him but something happened. He cast a spell over me. He could charm the pants off a nun.

By this time, the pace at which my groceries were being rung up and slowed to a crawl.

Checker: (looking at me) I knew you looked familiar. I didn't want to say anything. (thinks for a moment). You've never read my name on the news have you?
Me: (slightly uncomfortable) Not that I know of.
Checker: (looks at the attorney) See? I told you I've stayed out of trouble.

She handed me my receipt and I left...wondering what had just happened.

The End

Commitment

I've done it.

I've signed up for the 2007 Bridger Ridge Run. It's a 20 mile run along the ridgeline of the Bridger Mountains (that's an aerial photo above...this is the range that towers over Bozeman). I decided to do this last August when I covered the Run for a story.

I am not a runner. I don't particularly like to run. But in covering it last year it didn't really seem like much of a "run" to me. It was more like fast-paced hiking. I can hike. I love to hike. And it's not that I CAN'T run. But I've hiked a lot....up to 30 miles in a day. So I figured I could do this. I'll run when I can. I'm certainly not expecting to be the first across the finish line. In signing up they ask how long you think it will take for you to finish the race. I said 6 hours. We'll see how accurate I am.

In other news...

...the seasonal migration has begun. Although I have removed myself from world of seasonal work (for now) all my friends are in the process of moving from winter season work to summer season work. For most of them, this means an annual migration up to Glacier National Park. Lucky for me...a few of them stop in Bozeman. Dave was the first as he stopped in Big Sky/Bozeman this weekend. Amanda also came down from Whitefish. It was a good weekend. Snowboarding, dinner at Buck's T-4 and good times all around. More friends will be stopping by over the next month or so. I can't wait.

And finally....

...what is your sexy name? Mine:

Get Your Sexy Name