In the movie Up In The Air, George Clooney's character says, "Cameras are for people with bad memories." I kind of agree. I don't take a lot of pictures. For the most part I like to enjoy the event and move on. Although to be honest, I would probably take more pictures if I ever remembered to take my camera with me. That's another kind of memory issue.
December 14, 2010 Big Sky Resort would like to show appreciation and support for our troops by inviting members of the military to ski free and bring their families to ski and stay Big Sky at a huge discount December 17th-19th.
Around the office here, we have developed a fairly deep hatred for the word fine. If I ask you how something is, and you respond, "It's fine," I am going to conclude that you're also saying that it's not great. Fine is fine, and great is great. There's no confusing the two. If we're satisfied with fine, we are likely not pursuing great. And that's not a place I like to be.
Check out The Museum of the Rockies exhibit Wolf to Woof: The Story of Dogs. Its the largest and most comprehensive exhibit ever created on the history, biology, and evolution of dogs, sniffing out the facts on the unique role of dogs in human society, and their link to wolves. Join the MOR for a fascinating look at our canine friends, and enjoy special progamming based upon this woof-tastic exhibition!
We did a lot of camping as a family when I was a kid. We packed up our van (mom and dad did all the work, but I still like to say we), and the five of us piled in for more hours in a vehicle than any family should ever spend together. Our itinerary usually took us west. Yellowstone, Canada, Tetons, Mount Rainer, Badlands, Grand Canyon, Glacier, Mount Rushmore, Wall Drug, Reptile Gardens, Bear Country USA. You get the idea.
Quick. Close your eyes and name the first five people that come to mind that you think have a great attitude. (Mary, James, Hanna, Meg, and Mike.) Ok, good.
December 12, 2010 So I've already had breakfast this morning at the Huntley Dining Room. It's really quite pleasant when you're one of the first people awake in the building. Biscuits and gravy are always a good idea in my book. So Big Sky skiing is on the agenda today. "The Biggest Skiing In American", they say.
A few years ago I had the opportunity to attend the Indianapolis 500. You have to see it to believe it. I recommend putting it on your list of things to try and sneak in once before you die. It has nothing to do with being a racing fan. The sights, sounds, smells, and more than 300,000 fans. It is bigger than life. It's always scheduled for the Sunday of Memorial Day weekend, so the 2010 version is only a few weeks away. They Daytona 500 is next on my list.
December 10, 2010 I guess it's not really hiding when you post it in your blog but Big Sky, Montana is one of my favorite places on the planet to hide. There or Manzanillo, Mexico. Either one is fine. However, this weekend it's Big Sky. This trip is half fun, half business. OK, way more fun than business but I DO have a meeting.
So one May Day in elementary school (a long, long time ago) my classmates and I spent the day with our teacher making May baskets for our moms. We cut and pasted, and decorated, and drew, and colored. We filled them with candy, and pictures, and flowers. They were third-grade masterpieces.
I had dinner with a friend last night who likely has a secret mantle full of trophies for all kinds of competitions he has won for being the worlds biggest worrier. I mean really. Worry about work, about family, about world peace, about the weather, about the economy, about Iraq, about Iran, about the Yellowstone super-volcano, about icy roads, about a sore throat, about terrorism, about germs, about Obama, about Bush, about a hair in his food, about how his meat is cooked, about health care reform, about...
I wish I had played a little less football in the yard with my friends in fifth grade, and taken piano lessons instead. Now, of course there's no way anyone could have convinced me of that in 1978. (In fact, my inner child is on the floor right now rolling around in laughter!) But, today I find myself with virtually no musical talent. I don't even subject the bottle of shampoo to my singing. I wish I had stuck with those piano lessons. Oddly enough, all of my front-yard football didn't land me a position in the NFL either. I wish I knew then, what I know now.
