its a beautiful road. 

		MEDALGODDESS wrote:
		Yeah 5000 feet we are at 4450.. something here.. Might see flurries.. I wonder when or If they will ever get to going to the Sun road open this year, In glacier national park..  LOL   Between the continous snow, and mud slides and the road that keeps washing out.. Maybe by the 4th of july if they are lucky,,  Oh well I wont be here then anywase.. I will be in a cottage on Winnipeg beach..lol  waiting for the darn house to be built..      Head banger wrote: note the above 5000 feet part!!! you know, the month that it is least likely to snow here is july, only 4 times in history, and we are below 4000      MEDALGODDESS wrote: All I can say is   OMG Alerts for Flathead County Number of Active Alerts:  1 There is one active alert issued by the National Weather Service in Flathead County, Montana Winter Storm Watch - ALERT 1 WINTER STORM WATCH IN EFFECT FROM TUESDAY EVENING THROUGH WEDNESDAY AFTERNOON ABOVE 5000 FEET Issue Time:   3:57 AM MDT Monday Jun 9 2008 It is almost the Middle of June isnt it?

OMG I need to log out for a while.. Between this site KK's space,  site/facebook and all of Pete's sites.. I cant see straight anymore!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!lol

BBL..

HUgs to you all.

MG

THATS AWESOME!!!!!!!

		LORD of TEXAS wrote:
		Hey dudes and others..Got my tickets For JP 8-24-08 in SA.Tx right a round the 300 sec. All the family is going...

but i need a new mouse........

		Deep Freeze wrote:
		WHY? Can anyone tell me why it is we do the things we do in the name of love? How is it that an otherwise sane, rational human being can become so irratic and unstable, all in the name of love? We have written songs about love. About breakups. About the pain of love loss. The anguish of another taking what is yours. The heartache.   Much  has been said about love and its pain. Do we really know why? Why do we allow ourselves to be loved? Why do we love? Anyone that has truly loved has known the agony of loss. The deep, heartwrenching throb of emptiness. Why do we do it? For all that we as human beings have accomplished, this one little question has continued to plague us. We know that all things end. We know that nothing lasts forever. We know that, eventually, the flower of true love begins to wilt in the light of time and circumstance and slowly begins its decent back to the ground from whence it sprung. The thorns of devotion pierce our fingers as we continually grasp at the stem of adoration, hoping...praying...pleading that we can somehow resurrect the beauty that once was and keep it alive. That we can somehow hold on as the petals of happiness fall slowly, spiraling in soft circles through the warm summer air as they leave us alone and lost. Emptiness.  Why do we do it? Why can't we see the futility? There is no strength in man that gives him dominion over love. There is no heart so hard that it cannot be lanced by the foil of desperation. Desperation. As we struggle with all our might to hang on. To keep love close. To bask in the glow of love's grand and all-encompassing power. Yet, as the flower dies, and we reach one last time to hold the beauty of once was, we look to our empty hand....and weep.   Why?

NO........i don't know why..just does   Mr DF

		Deep Freeze wrote:
		WHY? Can anyone tell me why it is we do the things we do in the name of love? How is it that an otherwise sane, rational human being can become so irratic and unstable, all in the name of love? We have written songs about love. About breakups. About the pain of love loss. The anguish of another taking what is yours. The heartache.   Much  has been said about love and its pain. Do we really know why? Why do we allow ourselves to be loved? Why do we love? Anyone that has truly loved has known the agony of loss. The deep, heartwrenching throb of emptiness. Why do we do it? For all that we as human beings have accomplished, this one little question has continued to plague us. We know that all things end. We know that nothing lasts forever. We know that, eventually, the flower of true love begins to wilt in the light of time and circumstance and slowly begins its decent back to the ground from whence it sprung. The thorns of devotion pierce our fingers as we continually grasp at the stem of adoration, hoping...praying...pleading that we can somehow resurrect the beauty that once was and keep it alive. That we can somehow hold on as the petals of happiness fall slowly, spiraling in soft circles through the warm summer air as they leave us alone and lost. Emptiness.  Why do we do it? Why can't we see the futility? There is no strength in man that gives him dominion over love. There is no heart so hard that it cannot be lanced by the foil of desperation. Desperation. As we struggle with all our might to hang on. To keep love close. To bask in the glow of love's grand and all-encompassing power. Yet, as the flower dies, and we reach one last time to hold the beauty of once was, we look to our empty hand....and weep.   Why?