Montana should be called "Mantana"...

I'm baaaack! What a glorious 5 days, 4 nights I had in Montana.  During this trip I learned that chivalry isn't dead, the men in Montana are adorable and a vacation with friends is exactly what I needed. I learned a lot about myself this trip - more on that later. But most of all, I learned there are still nice people in the world.

I left at the crack of dawn on Thursday morning and did all the necessary airport stuff. I headed towards my gate and waited. As we started boarding the plane, I noticed an older, elderly woman struggling with her bag. A young guy, without hesitation, helped her get her bag in the overhead and seated. I smiled to myself as I heard the lady thank the gentlemen profusely. Then I started thinking: that's exactly what I want my boys to be. I want my boys to put others ahead of themselves at times and make a difference. It really melted my heart. So, my goal is teach my boys to go the extra mile, hold the door open, shake hands firmly and smile often. It might make someone's day and they will never know it!

After about 6 hours traveling, I landed in Billings. I got my luggage and headed to my rental car. Imagine my surprise when some adorable cowboy held the door for me. Score! I smiled, batted my eyelashes and thanked him nicely. I got on the road to Glendive and drove f o r e v e r (imagine that in my best Sandlot voice) and ever. About an hour before hitting Glendive, I stopped in Miles City for food and to stretch my legs. As I walked into Wendy's, another adorable Montana cowboy held the door open for me. Totally made my heart happy.

I'd like to say that if you ever have the chance of driving in Montana, do it. It's a beautiful, beautiful state. The landscape is so peaceful. So clean. Breathtaking. I'm not going to lie though, at one point I expected to see Ox and Pioneers all around but I didn't.

The moral of this story is that there are still decent people in this world. People help people when they need it, smile at you for no reason and open doors for the ladies.  Bottom line: there are some nice dudes in Montana. And there are still some douchecanoes in Montana too.

More on my Montana trip later...