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/><title>THE DAILY DOSE</title><subtitle type="html">Bits and bites into my daily life and those around me that I love either a little or a lot.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353509590936929485/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Chip Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13999956090232414338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="13" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/SsWT4pu2iJI/AAAAAAAAAdw/y8Oo1SnKxNs/S220/CHESTER5.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" 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href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/04/autin-and-me.html"&gt;Comment on this story by clicking here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancer is something that I have always been familiar with. Ever since I can remember I have been checking for symptoms and worrying about the fact that I could be next. It started out when I was really young and my cousin Greyson was diagnosed with a rare type of cancer. After going through a lot of chemotherapy we were glad to hear that the cancer was gone. Knowing cancer is rare its hard to believe I had to watch another one of my cousin suffer from it only a few years later. His name is Austin and today that's who I am going to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle." Albert Einstein. When I first saw this quote, it made me think about how I treated life and all the things I had taken for granted. One of the things I took for granted the most was the time I got to spend with my cousin Austin. The times that we got to spend together were always fun, but I didn't realize how precious those moments would be until later. Austin grew up in Prairie Grove, Arkansas. Austin participated in every sport you could think of and had many friends. Every year our family would get together for a family reunion. When the family reunion rolled around in 1998, I couldn't wait to see Austin again considering he was the only person around my age in my family. To my disappointment, I didn't get to hang out with him much because he had been having severe headaches and had to stay indoors most of the trip. Soon after the reunion, even simple tasks became difficult for Austin. His parents realized something was terribly wrong when his headaches grew worse and were more frequently. His parents rushed him to Children's Hospital and we all waited anxiously to hear the results. I can still remember hearing the news. At the time, I refused to believe how serious it actually was. Austin was diagnosed with a very rapidly growing brain tumor. The doctors only gave him six months to live. After hearing the news I wanted to see Austin very much. I remember my mom sneaking me into the hospital to see him. I can still see him to this day sitting in the hospital bed with no hair and with IV's in his arm, but he still had the biggest smile on his face, trying to make me and my brother feel comfortable. Austin's great attitude and confidence gave us another year with him. The last time I saw Austin was on Easter of 2000. I was shocked to see how different he looked and barely recognized him. But once I saw his beautiful smile I knew it was him and almost felt a sense of relief. I knew from then on that Austin would always be with me. Austin lost his battle to cancer on Memorial Day of 2000. Although I no longer get to hear his laugh or see his smile, I know that he is with me every single day guiding me through life. I never got to say goodbye to Austin. I always thought he would get better. I never accepted the fact that one day he wouldn't be with us anymore. Most of my family knew his life was coming to an end when they saw him on Easter, but I didn't. I thought I would see him again at the next family gathering. When I found out about his death the only person I wanted to talk to was the person I couldn't. I think about Austin a lot and wonder how different things would be if I still was able to see him today. Instead of getting upset, I try and think about the good times I had with Austin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still confused why Austin was taken from us, but I know he is in a better place now and is waiting until the day that we will all be together again. Austin taught me a lot about life. He taught me to live each day to the fullest and to not let the little things bother you. I feel selfish when I think about all the things I complain about everyday. Don't take life for granted and don't take the people in your life for granted, because you never know what is going to happen tomorrow. The message I want to get across to you is that we have such a short time on earth to not worry about the little things. Live every moment of everyday like it's your last and appreciate everything. You only live life once, so live it to the fullest with no regrets. I'm going to end with a poem I wrote for Austin from his point of view:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please remember forever&lt;br /&gt;Forget me never&lt;br /&gt;Dwell upon me whenever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is shining down&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a happier place now&lt;br /&gt;This is my solemn vow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not taken vainly&lt;br /&gt;Its just God really needed me&lt;br /&gt;This is where I need to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In heaven watching over you&lt;br /&gt;My family you know this is true&lt;br /&gt;This beginning is new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of us&lt;br /&gt;A snivel is a must&lt;br /&gt;But please adjust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To our new situation please&lt;br /&gt;I'm okay if that puts you at any ease&lt;br /&gt;Instead of pain I'm living in peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the kiss of death before most&lt;br /&gt;Because of cancer I was diagnosed&lt;br /&gt;But your time is almost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming to an end&lt;br /&gt;And then we'll be together again&lt;br /&gt;And then our hearts will mend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Lauren Griffin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle." Albert Einstein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May your entire life be a miracle, because you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;Chip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bits and Bites into my Daily Life and those around that I either love a lot or a little.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353509590936929485-4075887969533213938?l=chestermiller3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qkjd/~4/nNHeX-ejl3I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/feeds/4075887969533213938/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/04/autin-and-me.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353509590936929485/posts/default/4075887969533213938?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353509590936929485/posts/default/4075887969533213938?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/qkjd/~3/nNHeX-ejl3I/autin-and-me.html" title="AUSTIN AND ME" /><author><name>Chip Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13999956090232414338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="13" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/SsWT4pu2iJI/AAAAAAAAAdw/y8Oo1SnKxNs/S220/CHESTER5.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/04/autin-and-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEBSX84eCp7ImA9WxVaF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353509590936929485.post-7689904110170631656</id><published>2009-04-15T00:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T00:50:58.130-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-15T00:50:58.130-05:00</app:edited><title>UNUSUAL COUNTRY SONG TITLES</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/04/unusual-country-song-titles.html"&gt;Click here to leave a comment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello friends of The Dose. As part of The Dose's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;commitment&lt;/span&gt;, we always want to bring you anything that we feel is of interest, Tonight, we bring you our first ever Country blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is a list of Country Song Titles, compliments of Mr Aaron Wilburn. May you laugh so hard, you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here they are, straight from the song writers in Nashville &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tennessee&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can I miss you, when you won't go away?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If the phone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; ring, you'll know its me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you leave, walk out backwards so I'll think your walking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I'd shot you when I wanted to, I'd be out by now..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you won't leave me alone, I'll find someone who will!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so miserable without ya, its almost like having you here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry I made you cry, but at least your face is cleaner."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take me out to the corn field honey.... I'll kiss you between the ears."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The oil is all in Texas, but the dipsticks are in D. C.!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, the lyrics to an all time favorite,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If My Nose Was Running Money":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask me if I love you...&lt;br /&gt;And if my love is true..&lt;br /&gt;Well if I were a rich man,&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I'd do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd buy you a diamond ring,&lt;br /&gt;And a new fur coat or two..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my nose was running money&lt;br /&gt;I'd blow it all on you.&lt;br /&gt;If my nose was running money,&lt;br /&gt;I'd blow it all on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd buy you a Cadillac&lt;br /&gt;A new Mercedes too.&lt;br /&gt;I'd build you a mansion,&lt;br /&gt;Upon that mountain top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my nose was running money,&lt;br /&gt;But honey.... it's snot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my nose was running money,&lt;br /&gt;You'd have anything you please.&lt;br /&gt;Anytime you wanted cash,&lt;br /&gt;All I'd have to do is sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey you'd win the lottery,&lt;br /&gt;When I have a cold or flu.&lt;br /&gt;If my nose was running money,&lt;br /&gt;I'd blow it all on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a booger of a problem I've got,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my nose was running money,&lt;br /&gt;But it's snot.&lt;br /&gt;I'd buy you a diamond ring,&lt;br /&gt;A new fur coat or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my nose was running money,&lt;br /&gt;I'd blow it all on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out Aaron Wilburn at &lt;a href="http://AARONWILBURN.COM"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;AARON WILBURN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://aaronwilburn.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading, writing and participating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;Chip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bits and Bites into my Daily Life and those around that I either love a lot or a little.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353509590936929485-7689904110170631656?l=chestermiller3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qkjd/~4/GtDbhzwyreA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/feeds/7689904110170631656/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/04/unusual-country-song-titles.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353509590936929485/posts/default/7689904110170631656?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353509590936929485/posts/default/7689904110170631656?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/qkjd/~3/GtDbhzwyreA/unusual-country-song-titles.html" title="UNUSUAL COUNTRY SONG TITLES" /><author><name>Chip Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13999956090232414338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="13" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/SsWT4pu2iJI/AAAAAAAAAdw/y8Oo1SnKxNs/S220/CHESTER5.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/04/unusual-country-song-titles.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcMR3s4fSp7ImA9WxVaFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353509590936929485.post-9046555590278532419</id><published>2009-04-13T21:31:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:44:46.535-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-13T21:44:46.535-05:00</app:edited><title>2WENTY-4OUR UNIQUE PICS JUST FOR YOU...</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/04/2wenty-4our-unique-pics-just-for-you.html"&gt;Comment on this story by clicking here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes checking a random junk e-mail does pay off. I received these today and thought they of you, the readers of The Dose. 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/SeP2N2xr4PI/AAAAAAAAAZw/hp4V0SB2fMw/s400/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324369902384701682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;Chip&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bits and Bites into my Daily Life and those around that I either love a lot or a little.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353509590936929485-9046555590278532419?l=chestermiller3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qkjd/~4/WOSdNuISKMQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/feeds/9046555590278532419/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/04/2wenty-4our-unique-pics-just-for-you.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353509590936929485/posts/default/9046555590278532419?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353509590936929485/posts/default/9046555590278532419?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/qkjd/~3/WOSdNuISKMQ/2wenty-4our-unique-pics-just-for-you.html" title="2WENTY-4OUR UNIQUE PICS JUST FOR YOU..." /><author><name>Chip Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13999956090232414338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="13" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/SsWT4pu2iJI/AAAAAAAAAdw/y8Oo1SnKxNs/S220/CHESTER5.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/SeP24cB6C3I/AAAAAAAAAcg/8-_RO7uTmKM/s72-c/image023.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/04/2wenty-4our-unique-pics-just-for-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIAQng-eip7ImA9WxVaFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353509590936929485.post-7532562983729578319</id><published>2009-04-10T02:39:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T18:45:43.652-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-11T18:45:43.652-05:00</app:edited><title>EASTER AND YOU</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-26127" class="versenum" value="16"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-and-you.html"&gt;Click here to comment on this story.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt;"For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup id="en-NIV-26128" class="versenum" value="17"&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt;For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 3:16 - 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most famous verse in the Bible is truly the center of the entire mission of Christ. 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless us. May we never stray from His will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;Chip&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bits and Bites into my Daily Life and those around that I either love a lot or a little.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353509590936929485-7532562983729578319?l=chestermiller3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qkjd/~4/aWOEscMdD9w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="enclosure" type="video/mp4" href="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=17b2064390e928ac&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/feeds/7532562983729578319/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-and-you.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353509590936929485/posts/default/7532562983729578319?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353509590936929485/posts/default/7532562983729578319?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/qkjd/~3/aWOEscMdD9w/easter-and-you.html" title="EASTER AND YOU" /><author><name>Chip Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13999956090232414338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="13" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/SsWT4pu2iJI/AAAAAAAAAdw/y8Oo1SnKxNs/S220/CHESTER5.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-and-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YMQH89cSp7ImA9WxVaFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353509590936929485.post-6397805893947340536</id><published>2009-04-06T23:46:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T16:26:21.169-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-11T16:26:21.169-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jarett wilson" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gang member" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="conway first church of the nazarene" /><title>MEET JARETT WILSON</title><content type="html">&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/04/meet-jerrett-wilson.html#comments"&gt;Comment on this story.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me introduce you to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jarett&lt;/span&gt; Wilson. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jarett&lt;/span&gt; is a guy with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;background&lt;/span&gt; that would upset most people to even think about. Some of you may be able to relate to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jarett&lt;/span&gt;, personally, I can't even begin to imagine what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;'s lived through. His testimony will give you a little glimpse into his life, but let me give you a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jarett&lt;/span&gt; is an ex gang member. The initiation in the gang he joined was for a group of the gang members to basically beat you to a pulp... But not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jarett&lt;/span&gt;. Instead of them beating him to a pulp, he whipped all five of them and was the last man standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jarett&lt;/span&gt; has been through it and is a powerful testimony to the power of God and His willingness to meet us no matter where we are or what we have done. He is waiting to heal us, all of us. Enjoy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jarett's&lt;/span&gt; testimony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can come meet him in person at Conway's First Church of the Nazarene, on the corner of Faulkner and Scott in Conway, AR. You'll know him and Mary right off.. They're the two with the big smiles and the loving hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="559" height="463" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-41693a7599964ca0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I want to personally thank &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Jarett&lt;/span&gt; for being an inspiration in my life, and the lives of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; many around him. What an amazing guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Until next time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Chip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bits and Bites into my Daily Life and those around that I either love a lot or a little.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353509590936929485-6397805893947340536?l=chestermiller3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qkjd/~4/2PGDuknJ4UI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="enclosure" type="video/mp4" href="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=41693a7599964ca0&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" /><link rel="enclosure" type="video/mp4" href="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=78477a9329c67d94&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/feeds/6397805893947340536/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/04/meet-jerrett-wilson.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353509590936929485/posts/default/6397805893947340536?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353509590936929485/posts/default/6397805893947340536?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/qkjd/~3/2PGDuknJ4UI/meet-jerrett-wilson.html" title="MEET JARETT WILSON" /><author><name>Chip Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13999956090232414338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="13" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/SsWT4pu2iJI/AAAAAAAAAdw/y8Oo1SnKxNs/S220/CHESTER5.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/04/meet-jerrett-wilson.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QDRHo_cSp7ImA9WxVaE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353509590936929485.post-2356955878993390618</id><published>2009-04-04T23:54:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T08:16:15.449-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-10T08:16:15.449-05:00</app:edited><title>THE FUNNY THINGS IN LIFE</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/04/funny-things-in-life.html#comments"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/04/funny-things-in-life.html#comments"&gt;omment on this story&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then you see something that just cracks you up and at the same time makes you wonder, "What are they thinking"? Well today, on our way from a great afternoon at Pinnacle Mountain, we ran into a traffic jam. One of those "come to a complete halt and don't move forward at a speed above three miles per hour" jams... If you have driven anytime at all on a freeway, then you know exactly what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I initially was irritated by the thought of sitting in a gaggle of traffic, probably caused by someone with a led foot on there brake pedal, creating one of those government studied traffic jams that escalated beyond just a crick in the neck to a royal thorn in the side, I quickly overcame that when my lovely bride put her lungs into motion and muttered the words "The Big Rolling Turd".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I was concerned if I had a out loud thought, you know those phrases that have a tendency to just flow from your head to your mouth without you realizing that you somehow, at most likely the worst time, unconsciously stated a thought out loud... Then I realized that it wasn't my voice I just heard, but that of my lovely co-pilot. After a quick blink, I saw what my wife had stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directly in front of me was an older model "Eldorado" RV proudly displaying the unique name "The Big Rolling Turd." A name that brought a huge smile to my face and a giggle on my breath. I quickly thought if I had ever seen a nickname that was more well thought out then this one, and just as quickly, I realized that there was NO way someone could out do this. Who in there right mind would title there RV, "The Bid Rolling Turd"? Well whoever it was must have put a lot of thought into it, at least enough to bring a giant smile to my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully I had my camera. Photo after photo after photo was taken in an attempt to just get a few decent shots of living proof. I kid you not folks, yet I bring proof to you that "The Big Rolling Turd" is in fact, real. Personally, I thought it was hilarious. Only in the state of Arkansas (and yes I am a proud Arkansan) would you find "The Big Rolling Turd" plastered on anything, especially a Recreational Vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have paid to acquire just five minutes with that guy, just to try and extract from his mind what made him come up with this off the wall but totally funny tag name. I never had the chance to actually see who was driving this rolling home, but if I had to guess, I'm betting it was a male, age 56 - 65, possibly retired military and most likely from one of our popular and abundant small towns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, he or she gets my vote for the funniest Arkansan today, April 4, 2009. I loved it and hope you enjoy the photos as much as I enjoyed the reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-23.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" style="width: 600px; height: 450px;" width="600" height="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-23.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3458764513834920227&amp;amp;site=widget-23.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;Chip&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bits and Bites into my Daily Life and those around that I either love a lot or a little.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353509590936929485-2356955878993390618?l=chestermiller3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qkjd/~4/xPbgzzOfaqQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/feeds/2356955878993390618/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/04/funny-things-in-life.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353509590936929485/posts/default/2356955878993390618?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353509590936929485/posts/default/2356955878993390618?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/qkjd/~3/xPbgzzOfaqQ/funny-things-in-life.html" title="THE FUNNY THINGS IN LIFE" /><author><name>Chip Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13999956090232414338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="13" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/SsWT4pu2iJI/AAAAAAAAAdw/y8Oo1SnKxNs/S220/CHESTER5.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/04/funny-things-in-life.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYDQXwzfip7ImA9WxVbGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353509590936929485.post-1555398836131100840</id><published>2009-04-04T00:27:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T01:49:30.286-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-05T01:49:30.286-05:00</app:edited><title>LOGORAMA</title><content type="html">&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/04/logorama.html#comments"&gt;Comment on this story&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Help "The Daily Dose" pick a LOGO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Below are five thoughts, ideas, hopes and prayers... Give us your HONEST opinion please. Put your thoughts in the comment box. Click on the link above...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NUMBER 1NE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/Sdbwa_gI2JI/AAAAAAAAAYw/ptFonHOJf3Q/s1600-h/DAILY-DOSE-LOGO-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/Sdbwa_gI2JI/AAAAAAAAAYw/ptFonHOJf3Q/s400/DAILY-DOSE-LOGO-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320704356298315922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NUMBER 2WO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/Sdbwah_TXCI/AAAAAAAAAYo/3fGT5faOsg4/s1600-h/DAILY-DOSE-LOGO-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://myhometowns.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Hometown&lt;/a&gt;, the newest blog from The Daily Dose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading, watching, writing and participating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;Bob and his alter ego - Chip&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bits and Bites into my Daily Life and those around that I either love a lot or a little.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353509590936929485-4567858703696999359?l=chestermiller3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qkjd/~4/TVqFwUDP1nQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="enclosure" type="video/mp4" href="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=799c9a8711d09ee&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/feeds/4567858703696999359/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/04/bob-and-his-alter-ego-chip.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353509590936929485/posts/default/4567858703696999359?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353509590936929485/posts/default/4567858703696999359?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/qkjd/~3/TVqFwUDP1nQ/bob-and-his-alter-ego-chip.html" title="BOB AND HIS ALTER EGO - CHIP" /><author><name>Chip Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13999956090232414338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="13" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/SsWT4pu2iJI/AAAAAAAAAdw/y8Oo1SnKxNs/S220/CHESTER5.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/04/bob-and-his-alter-ego-chip.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04NRXsyeip7ImA9WxVbE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353509590936929485.post-6418805233019894604</id><published>2009-03-29T17:50:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T00:13:14.592-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-30T00:13:14.592-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="testimony" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="first church of the nazarene" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="aa" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="alcoholics anonymous" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mary brown" /><title>MEET MARY BROWN</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/03/meet-mary-brown.html"&gt;Comment on this story by clicking here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Mary Brown. A personal friend of mine and sister in Christ. I attend Church with Mary and am privileged to know her. She is one of the most humble people, truly humble people, I have ever met. I love, oh shoot, we all love Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning she got up and gave her life long testimony. It is EXTREMELY powerful. When you may think there is no hope, let me remind you that there is and His name is Jesus Christ. Mary is just one example of the forgiving Grace of God. May it bless you as much as it did me. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="543" height="449" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9a72f0206c70b0ba" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;Chip&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bits and Bites into my Daily Life and those around that I either love a lot or a little.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353509590936929485-6418805233019894604?l=chestermiller3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qkjd/~4/KRLYepS7P8I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="enclosure" type="video/mp4" href="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9a72f0206c70b0ba&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/feeds/6418805233019894604/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/03/meet-mary-brown.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353509590936929485/posts/default/6418805233019894604?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353509590936929485/posts/default/6418805233019894604?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/qkjd/~3/KRLYepS7P8I/meet-mary-brown.html" title="MEET MARY BROWN" /><author><name>Chip Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13999956090232414338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="13" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/SsWT4pu2iJI/AAAAAAAAAdw/y8Oo1SnKxNs/S220/CHESTER5.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/03/meet-mary-brown.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4ERnw5fyp7ImA9WxVbEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353509590936929485.post-6894220283038491574</id><published>2009-03-27T01:18:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T22:28:27.227-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-27T22:28:27.227-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mrs drysdale" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="barney fife" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mayberry" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="goober" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="granny" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="floyd the barber" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mr drysdale" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jethro" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="andy griffith" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ellie may" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jed" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gomer pyle" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="beverly hillbillies" /><title>YOU, ME AND TV</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/Scx9CHy-sAI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/m_VYuoSO_fY/s1600-h/02deputy_gomer_pyle22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/Scx9CHy-sAI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/m_VYuoSO_fY/s400/02deputy_gomer_pyle22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317762735423795202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've noticed that as I have grown older, I find myself spending a lot less time watching TV and a lot more time doing... I guess as we get older, we find other items to consume our time. Family, friends, church, career, building my relationship with the Man upstairs, Upward basketball... For the majority of us, the old tale that time gets shorter and shorter as we grow older is becoming truer and truer for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could have one wish, I would wish that my body only required the same amount of sleep as a Giraffe. I know, do what, a Giraffe. Why a Giraffe? Well, simple. I have been told (But not confirmed) that a Giraffe only sleeps fifteen minutes a day. Man, imagine what you could get accomplished if you have twenty three hours and forty five minutes a day to get your stuff done. We could have a forth meal a day for real. If that was true, what would Taco Bell do for a commercial? you know that extra time might be a bad thing. The work week could go from forty or fifty hours a week to a eighty plus or even more. But, even with that, there would be a positive. The salary would get a major boost, or we would be getting a lot lower salary for a lot more work. Hum, I wonder how the Giraffes handle all that extra time in there society...???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some of us, we would facebook or blog or Twitter ourselves crazy. Some of you are probably ready for me to take a vacation from The Dose anyway. Your inbox on facebook may be the graveyard for a few hundred e-mails from The Daily Dose. Hey I can sympathise with you, I mean, I'm the guy writing all of those crazy updates. But, I want to do my job and keep you as updated as possible. The great thing about facebook or an email or any of the electronic media is that you can always delete them, dump them into your junk mail folder or just totally ignore them and let them build up until they consume your entire inbox. Here at The Dose, we are convinced that those intriguing and inspirational updates we send NEVER get overlooked. In fact we have heard of people actually sitting on there facebook account waiting for the next Daily Dose update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, since I don't have twenty three hours and forty five minutes in a day to do everything I want, I had to learn to sacrifice something and for me, that something was TV. Time to watch shows like American Idol, The Bachelor or even the news became consumed with other activities. Every now and then I can get in a football game or maybe a basketball game, it just depends if Kentucky is playing or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with the lack of time and the drastic cut back on TV consumption over the last two years, I have still managed to keep up one TV habit. That habit is a minimum of one hour per day, normally at 12:00 or 1:00am, to watch one episode of The Andy Griffith Show and one episode of The Beverly Hillbillies. For me the DVR has been the greatest invention for the TV since I've been born. Right now I must have at least a hundred episodes of the two shows consuming tons of space on my DVR's hard drive. In fact, I probably delete more shows then I can watch. On a daily basis, they must show four or five different episodes of Andy Griffith and The Hillbillies on TV Land and of course my priority is taping everyone of them. In fact I have watched so many episodes of these two classics, that I could honestly say I don't think there is one episode that I have never seen. Actually, I am convinced that I could honestly say there's not one episode I haven't seen at least twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get with me here. Who can resist these characters. Barney Fife, Andy Taylor, Aunt Bee, red headed Opie Taylor, Goober, Gomer Pyle, Floyd the Barber and all of the other charming characters in a town called Mayberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/Scx8o_B5ArI/AAAAAAAAAWA/FZq4DKUFQlA/s1600-h/first_shot_beverly_hillbillies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/Scx8o_B5ArI/AAAAAAAAAWA/FZq4DKUFQlA/s400/first_shot_beverly_hillbillies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317762303573689010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And heading West, how could you not love Granny, Jed, Ellie May, Jethro, Mr. Drysdale, Mrs. Drysdale, Jane Hathaway, Pearl Bodine and all those other backwoods characters who have been thrown into the uppity class city of Beverly Hills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am probably the one oddball in the state of Arkansas, maybe in the entire country, who can't sleep without first watching at least one episode. Even those nights where I drag myself to the bed, I still drag myself through at least one, loving every minute of a show that sometimes I could almost quote. Even today, I still find myself laughing at something I've seen umpteen times before. I guess that's what keeps me coming back... No matter how many times I watch the same show, I always seem to find something that breaks me into a laugh. Sometimes to the point of tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granny busting Jethro on the head with a frying pan or seeing Barney riding up to the front of the courtyard in his huge goggles on his World War II motorcycle. All of them are classics. They were classics then, there classics now and I think it's safe to say they will be twenty years from now. In fact, I'm pretty sure that I'll be watching Andy, Barney and the entire Mayberry gang when I'm old and hanging out on the front porch, if the good Lord allows me to stay that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever just want to check out a show, you can see them just about any day of the week on TV Land or you can go to TV Land's web page and watch any episode on demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From all the gang in Mayberry and the back wood country folks in Beverly Hills, thanks for reading, writing and participating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-me-and-tv.html#comments"&gt;Comment on this story here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;Chip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bits and Bites into my Daily Life and those around that I either love a lot or a little.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353509590936929485-6894220283038491574?l=chestermiller3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qkjd/~4/-7wJf_DFnGI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/feeds/6894220283038491574/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-me-and-tv.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353509590936929485/posts/default/6894220283038491574?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353509590936929485/posts/default/6894220283038491574?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/qkjd/~3/-7wJf_DFnGI/you-me-and-tv.html" title="YOU, ME AND TV" /><author><name>Chip Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13999956090232414338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="13" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/SsWT4pu2iJI/AAAAAAAAAdw/y8Oo1SnKxNs/S220/CHESTER5.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/Scx9CHy-sAI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/m_VYuoSO_fY/s72-c/02deputy_gomer_pyle22.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-me-and-tv.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08MQHwyfip7ImA9WxVbEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353509590936929485.post-632357448736748316</id><published>2009-03-26T23:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:58:01.296-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-26T23:58:01.296-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="business card" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pope paul" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="preacher" /><title>PASTOR'S BUSINESS CARD</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/ScxclVvIj5I/AAAAAAAAAVo/uV-7ALTrD8A/s1600-h/Pope_John_Paul_II_r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/ScxclVvIj5I/AAAAAAAAAVo/uV-7ALTrD8A/s320/Pope_John_Paul_II_r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317727056577466258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a little humor that my lovely wife Janet sent me today in my e-mail at work. I enjoyed it so much, I thought I would share.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new pastor was visiting in the homes of his parishioners. At one house it seemed obvious that someone was at home, but no answer came to his repeated knocks at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, he took out a business card and wrote "Revelation 3:20" on the back of it and stuck it in the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the offering plate was processed the following Sunday, he found that his card had been returned. Added to it was the cryptic message, 'Genesis 3:10'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for his Bible to check out the citation, he broke up in gales of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revelation 3:20 begins "Behold, I stand at the door and knock".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genesis 3:10 reads, "I heard Your voice in the garden and I was afraid for I was naked".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;Chip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bits and Bites into my Daily Life and those around that I either love a lot or a little.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353509590936929485-632357448736748316?l=chestermiller3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qkjd/~4/gqagr44t7Dw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/feeds/632357448736748316/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/03/pastors-business-card.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353509590936929485/posts/default/632357448736748316?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353509590936929485/posts/default/632357448736748316?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/qkjd/~3/gqagr44t7Dw/pastors-business-card.html" title="PASTOR'S BUSINESS CARD" /><author><name>Chip Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13999956090232414338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="13" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/SsWT4pu2iJI/AAAAAAAAAdw/y8Oo1SnKxNs/S220/CHESTER5.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/ScxclVvIj5I/AAAAAAAAAVo/uV-7ALTrD8A/s72-c/Pope_John_Paul_II_r.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/03/pastors-business-card.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMEQn06eSp7ImA9WxVUGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353509590936929485.post-226850481690693698</id><published>2009-03-25T00:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T00:20:03.311-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-25T00:20:03.311-05:00</app:edited><title>PIC POCKETED PICS OF THE DAY</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE LOCAL SHOPPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/Scm-t729e4I/AAAAAAAAAUo/ET4VgqVQjP4/s1600-h/SHOP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;THE CEILING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/Scm-NmfT38I/AAAAAAAAAUY/4FXJI5EIL2c/s1600-h/CEILING.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 524px; height: 348px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/Scm-NmfT38I/AAAAAAAAAUY/4FXJI5EIL2c/s400/CEILING.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316989975967031234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bits and Bites into my Daily Life and those around that I either love a lot or a little.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353509590936929485-6809871094304445372?l=chestermiller3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qkjd/~4/j4ra2Rl9OmM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/feeds/6809871094304445372/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/03/ceiling.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353509590936929485/posts/default/6809871094304445372?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353509590936929485/posts/default/6809871094304445372?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/qkjd/~3/j4ra2Rl9OmM/ceiling.html" title="" /><author><name>Chip Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13999956090232414338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="13" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/SsWT4pu2iJI/AAAAAAAAAdw/y8Oo1SnKxNs/S220/CHESTER5.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/Scm-NmfT38I/AAAAAAAAAUY/4FXJI5EIL2c/s72-c/CEILING.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/03/ceiling.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIEQ38yfip7ImA9WxVUGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353509590936929485.post-8151251413226446113</id><published>2009-03-25T00:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T00:21:42.196-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-25T00:21:42.196-05:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;CAFE de GARCIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/Scm97wG1j1I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_HNjnPnXwwI/s1600-h/CAFE+de+GARCIA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 601px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/Scm97wG1j1I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_HNjnPnXwwI/s400/CAFE+de+GARCIA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316989669311090514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bits and Bites into my Daily Life and those around that I either love a lot or a little.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353509590936929485-8151251413226446113?l=chestermiller3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qkjd/~4/ouvSIslnQEw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/feeds/8151251413226446113/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/03/cafe-de-garcia.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353509590936929485/posts/default/8151251413226446113?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353509590936929485/posts/default/8151251413226446113?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/qkjd/~3/ouvSIslnQEw/cafe-de-garcia.html" title="" /><author><name>Chip Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13999956090232414338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="13" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/SsWT4pu2iJI/AAAAAAAAAdw/y8Oo1SnKxNs/S220/CHESTER5.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/Scm97wG1j1I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/_HNjnPnXwwI/s72-c/CAFE+de+GARCIA.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/03/cafe-de-garcia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMDQng4fyp7ImA9WxVUGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353509590936929485.post-3323238375144523103</id><published>2009-03-24T23:54:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T00:21:13.637-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-25T00:21:13.637-05:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;GOD'S CREATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/Scm9RkePkVI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ACQQlQkYsXI/s1600-h/AUTUMN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 581px; height: 385px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/Scm9RkePkVI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ACQQlQkYsXI/s400/AUTUMN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316988944633532754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bits and Bites into my Daily Life and those around that I either love a lot or a little.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353509590936929485-3323238375144523103?l=chestermiller3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qkjd/~4/NTjDse8nBU8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/feeds/3323238375144523103/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/03/pic-pocketed-pics-of-day.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353509590936929485/posts/default/3323238375144523103?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353509590936929485/posts/default/3323238375144523103?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/qkjd/~3/NTjDse8nBU8/pic-pocketed-pics-of-day.html" title="" /><author><name>Chip Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13999956090232414338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="13" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/SsWT4pu2iJI/AAAAAAAAAdw/y8Oo1SnKxNs/S220/CHESTER5.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/Scm9RkePkVI/AAAAAAAAAUI/ACQQlQkYsXI/s72-c/AUTUMN.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/03/pic-pocketed-pics-of-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04BQn89fSp7ImA9WxVUFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353509590936929485.post-4612911093269970070</id><published>2009-03-19T21:30:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T00:12:33.165-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-20T00:12:33.165-05:00</app:edited><title>HAIR CLUB FOR MEN... IRISH STYLE</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I thought this photo was so cute and so funny at the same time, that I just had to share it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be perfect for the "Hair Club for Men" tour... Hope you enjoyed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/ScMAZeyg_vI/AAAAAAAAAS4/i7GOUnngXRU/s1600-h/Belle+with+Daddys+St+Patricks+wig+on.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/ScMAZeyg_vI/AAAAAAAAAS4/i7GOUnngXRU/s400/Belle+with+Daddys+St+Patricks+wig+on.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315092422988988146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;Chip&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bits and Bites into my Daily Life and those around that I either love a lot or a little.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353509590936929485-4612911093269970070?l=chestermiller3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qkjd/~4/zp5Ah6l4txk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/feeds/4612911093269970070/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/03/hair-club-for-men-irish-style.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353509590936929485/posts/default/4612911093269970070?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353509590936929485/posts/default/4612911093269970070?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/qkjd/~3/zp5Ah6l4txk/hair-club-for-men-irish-style.html" title="HAIR CLUB FOR MEN... IRISH STYLE" /><author><name>Chip Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13999956090232414338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="13" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/SsWT4pu2iJI/AAAAAAAAAdw/y8Oo1SnKxNs/S220/CHESTER5.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/ScMAZeyg_vI/AAAAAAAAAS4/i7GOUnngXRU/s72-c/Belle+with+Daddys+St+Patricks+wig+on.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/03/hair-club-for-men-irish-style.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0INRnc6cSp7ImA9WxVUFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353509590936929485.post-4257269535357958904</id><published>2009-03-17T23:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T21:19:57.919-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-19T21:19:57.919-05:00</app:edited><title>IDIOTS IN MOTION - EPISODE 2</title><content type="html">Well, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; take long before we had the opportunity to make Idiots In Motion - Episode 2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Seems&lt;/span&gt; I am getting myself in some odd predicaments here recently. 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;Chip&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bits and Bites into my Daily Life and those around that I either love a lot or a little.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353509590936929485-4257269535357958904?l=chestermiller3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qkjd/~4/PKSat5vdi04" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="enclosure" type="video/mp4" href="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d6b0950278d2f813&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/feeds/4257269535357958904/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/03/idiots-in-motion-episode-2.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353509590936929485/posts/default/4257269535357958904?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353509590936929485/posts/default/4257269535357958904?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/qkjd/~3/PKSat5vdi04/idiots-in-motion-episode-2.html" title="IDIOTS IN MOTION - EPISODE 2" /><author><name>Chip Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13999956090232414338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="13" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/SsWT4pu2iJI/AAAAAAAAAdw/y8Oo1SnKxNs/S220/CHESTER5.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/03/idiots-in-motion-episode-2.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EBRn45cCp7ImA9WxVUFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353509590936929485.post-6408864022433413743</id><published>2009-03-15T14:34:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T21:20:57.028-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-19T21:20:57.028-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="idiot" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stupid" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="human tricks" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chip" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="christopher" /><title>IDIOTS IN MOTION - EPISODE 1</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Webster defines an Idiot as "&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt; a foolish or stupid person." Well in this video, we prove, beyond a reason of doubt, that Webster was right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in life you wonder where your common sense went. Well, in the following video, it is proof that I no longer have to wonder where it went, I don't think I ever had any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Christopher and I horsing around in the yard, and, for some of us, paying for it physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To watch this video properly, you need to turn up your sound, little louder please, now sit back and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gWxRYjvSVSY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gWxRYjvSVSY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="600" height="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enjoy that. 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Our first ever personal interview of one of our very own members of The Daily Dose Group. Enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DD&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  Missy, thanks for being here and taking the time to meet with us. Let's get right to it. Can you start off by giving the friends of The Dose a little bio about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MISSY&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  My full name is "Melissa Dawn Tozer-Corsini. My Irish Grandfather gave me the name of Missy and that is what I have used most all of my life. I was born November 17, 1964 in Searcy, Arkansas. I grew up on a farm in Ward and attended elementary school in Ward as well. I grew up with two sisters. My oldest sister is currently living in Ward and my youngest sister passed away a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended Cabot High School, in Cabot Arkansas, and graduated from the Class of 1983. I have fond memories of high school, my favorite being my participation in Choir and Track. My plans were to go to college and study in the medical field. I married right out of high school and attended two years at UALR when motherhood took me by surprise. I put school on the back burner so I could work full time to save some money. Two years later, I had baby number two. Needless to say, college plans were only a dream at that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I divorced my first husband and remarried in 1990. His name is Andrew Corsini and I met him while being employed at USBC. In 1994 we became the proud parents of twin boys. My children are Ryan, Rachel, Andrew and Gabriel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan is currently in the Navy stationed in Jacksonville, FL. He will be finishing his service this Summer and plans to attend college. Rachel is a Cosmetologist and has a one year old son, Luciano. Andrew and Gabriel are 15 and are attending Coral Shores High School in Tavernier, FL where we currently live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in the Florida Keys is as close to living in paradise as it comes. The people are friendly, the pace is slower, and the sunsets are God's gift every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/SbwVQ5SNCjI/AAAAAAAAARw/UFqvwaYH79o/s1600-h/MR+CORSINI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/SbwVQ5SNCjI/AAAAAAAAARw/UFqvwaYH79o/s200/MR+CORSINI.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313145040389605938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DD&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; I'm sure you've heard of the movie "The Bucket List" where two old gentlemen make a list of things they want to do before they kick the bucket. Give us five things you want to accomplish before your time comes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MISSY&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; My bucket list is pretty simple, it would be to hike The Appalachian Trail, ride my motorcycle cross country and hit every bike event there is, take my mother to visit Ireland, run the Boston Marathon and visit Hawaii with my husband Andrew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DD&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  Let's say you were about to be placed into the Witness Protection Program and you had to change your name to something other then your current one, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MISSY&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  Chip that's a hard one as I love my name! My great Grandmother was a Choctaw Indian, so I think I would like to have a tribal name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DD&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  Do you own an iPod?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MISSY&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DD&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  Great.. So, if you turned on your iPod and placed it on shuffle, what would be the first three songs that would pop up and, part B, what was the last song you listened too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MISSY&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  Hold on. Let's see here. Okay my iPod's first three songs on shuffle are "Johnny and June" by Heidi Newfield, "If I Never See Your Face Again" by Maroon 5 and "Citizen Soldiers" by 3 Doors Down. And the last song I listened to I believe was "Touchness" by Enigma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.playlist.com/CHIPM"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to listen to any of Missy's songs above...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DD&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  Have you ever ran away from home and if so, where did you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MISSY&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  Well when I was around 8 I became mad at my mother because she wanted me to clean my room and I thought it was already clean. She told me to go to my room until it was clean. I thought it was totally unfair so I grabbed my pillow, slipped out of my bedroom window and went to my favorite place in the woods behind my house. we had a tree in the shape of the number 4 which made it perfect for me to lie in. I made it until just after dark before I became too frightened and returned back to my room. Mom acted as if she never knew, but she told me later that she saw me leaving and knew where I was going and knew I would be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DD&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  Missy would you tell us three places where you have lived throughout your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MISSY&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  We've traveled some with my husbands job. He works for Homeland Security. We left Arkansas in 1998 and moved to Fort Lauderdale, FL. Stayed there for 3 years before moving to Washington DC. We were there for 3 years then we moved back to Florida to a city called Coral Springs. About three years ago we moved to the Florida Keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DD&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  In what room of the house do you spend the most time, not including your sleep time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MISSY&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  The family room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DD&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  Give us your three favorite movies of all times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MISSY&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  well I guess they would have to be Dances With Wolves, The Patriot and Top Gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OlkInNZ7xis"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to watch a clip from Top Gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DD&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  Of all the places in the world, excluding those youv'e already seen, give us three places you would love to visit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MISSY&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  Well obviously, since I want to take my mom to Ireland, that would have to be one of them. I guess the other two would be Australia and Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DD&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  If we looked in your closet, how many hats would we find of yours and which one is your favorite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MISSY&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  Well, you would find five hats; two Bahama hats, a Harley Davidson hat, a running hat and a Navy mom hat. My favorite one would be one of the two Bahama Hats. (You can see Missy's favorite hat on her picture above)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DD&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  If you could have ANY super power, any, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MISSY&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  I think I would want to have the ability to Vanish/Turn Invisible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/SbwZasT-1SI/AAAAAAAAASo/kr_ZNTH84xU/s1600-h/MISSY+HOUSE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/SbwZasT-1SI/AAAAAAAAASo/kr_ZNTH84xU/s320/MISSY+HOUSE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313149606752605474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DD&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  Let's say you have a co-worker that comes by your desk and sticks her tongue out at you, what do you think you would do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MISSY&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  Definitely laugh! For someone to do that, they must be a good friend that is being silly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DD&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  Tell us, what is Eskimo Ice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MISSY&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  Not totally sure, but I know I pack my cooler with it every weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DD&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  What is your best quality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MISSY&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  I believe I am a good parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DD&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  And your worst quality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MISSY&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  Probably it is that when I get too tired, I get very cranky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DD&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  Missy, If The Daily Dose came to your house today and looked in your fridge, what would we see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MISSY&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; You would see lots of milk, cheese, salad things, apples and every condiment known to man... LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DD&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  Think back to when you were 12 years old, what did you dream of being when you grew up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MISSY&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  Definitely a Doctor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DD&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  Okay, here is an odd one. Do you install your toilet paper so that you pull it from the top or the bottom of the roll?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MISSY&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  That's funny. Definitely the top! Doesn't everyone? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DD&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  What was the last book you read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MISSY&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  It was "The Gate House" by Nelson Demille.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DD&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  If you were stuck with only being able to eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be? Now this has to be one item only like steak, corn, bread, chicken, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MISSY&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  Um, I think I would have to choose eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  Okay, if you were another person, would you be friends with yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MISSY&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  I think I would want me as a friend. I am a good listener, happy most of the time, love to have fun and laugh and I am honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DD&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  When you meet someone else, whats the first thing you notice about that person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MISSY&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  Normally it is if they give me eye contact and smile or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DD&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  Summer or Winter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MISSY&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  You could probably guess it would be Summer by where I live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DD&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  Missy, what's your favorite outdoor activity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MISSY&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  Riding my low riding Harley with my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DD&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  Were you named after anyone that you are aware of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MISSY&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  Nope, I'm an original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DD&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  Of everything out there, what is your favorite smell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MISSY&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  It's puppy breath...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DD&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  If you could ask Elvis Presley any two questions, what do you think you would ask of the King?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MISSY&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  Well... I think I would ask him "What his life was like as he enjoyed his fame?" and secondly I would probably ask him "What drove him to resort to drug use?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DD&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  What would be the one thing you would never leave your house without?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MISSY&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  This is easy, some sort of Lip Gloss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DD&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  I would assume you love Saturdays, so tell us what would be your idea of a perfect Saturday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MISSY&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  Well, I would get up early and enjoy my first cup of coffee while everyone else slept, go for a jog, have a light breakfast, grab the hubby and go for a long motorcycle ride, then enjoy a light lunch and eventually return home, pack the cooler with some of that Eskimo Ice, jump in the boat with the family for some tubing, wake boarding, knee boarding and eventually park the boat in the bay just in time to have dinner while watching a beautiful sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DD&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Hey can The Dose come next time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MISSY&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  Sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DD&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  What is your favorite car and your favorite motorcycle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/SbwXj3qLPEI/AAAAAAAAASY/gUdCdxffGZA/s1600-h/MISSY+BIKE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/SbwXj3qLPEI/AAAAAAAAASY/gUdCdxffGZA/s400/MISSY+BIKE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313147565394050114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MISSY&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  I would love to own a Jeep and of course my Harley Davidson Lowrider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DD&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  If you could only like two people outside of your family, who would they be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MISSY&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  It would have to be my two best friends, Stephanie Finn and Linda Griswold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DD&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  What do you think came first, the chicken or the egg and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MISSY&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  Well I believe God made the animals first, so it would have to be the chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DD&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  Do you have a funny joke you would like to tell the friends of The Dose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MISSY&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  Sure. When I was a kid I was eating a Popsicle that had the jokes on the stick. I remember this one that said, "Where did George Washington keep his armies? Answer: Up his sleevies!!!" I remember laughing until I cried and I have never forgotten it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DD&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  I ate the same Popsicle's. My jokes weren't normally that good. LOL. Okay, here is another one of those crazy questions. Do you think a cat has a belly button? Why or why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MISSY&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  Well a cat is a mammal and it is my understanding that all mammals have a belly button, so yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DD&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  Honestly Missy, I don't know if I know the answer to that question, but I am going to trust your answer as it makes sense. Okay only two questions left. Who do you like the most, Johnny Carson, Jay Leno or David Letterman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MISSY&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  I liked Johnny the most, mainly for nostalgic reasons. He was the first at late night talk shows and it was never the same when he retired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XnwyQFe3wRA"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to see Johnny Carson in a clip of "Carnac The Magnificent".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DD&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  I loved Johnny. He was and still is, an absolute genius. Okay, last question. Do you hit the sack early or are you a night owl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MISSY&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  Well, I get up early Monday through Friday to open the gym so, I am early to bed. However, if there is fun to be had, I can hang with the best of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DD&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  Well Missy that concludes our interview. I want to thank you for taking time out to talk with The Dose and for putting up with some of these crazy questions. I hope you have enjoyed this experience as much as we have. I know the readers of the Dose are going to enjoy Missy Corsini and they will definitely know you better after this... Thanks again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MISSY&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  You're welcome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Missy gave us a great interview. I want to personally thank her for taking away from her personal time to interview with the Dose. Be sure and give Missy and The Dose your thoughts in the comment section below. Post a personal comment to Missy or just a general thought. And don't forget to check her page out. You can find her on the friends list of The Daily Dose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;Chip @ The Daily Dose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bits and Bites into my Daily Life and those around that I either love a lot or a little.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353509590936929485-4682574720363621766?l=chestermiller3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qkjd/~4/cKozwpQ8YJ0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/feeds/4682574720363621766/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/03/meet-melissa.html#comment-form" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353509590936929485/posts/default/4682574720363621766?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353509590936929485/posts/default/4682574720363621766?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/qkjd/~3/cKozwpQ8YJ0/meet-melissa.html" title="MEET MELISSA" /><author><name>Chip Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13999956090232414338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="13" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/SsWT4pu2iJI/AAAAAAAAAdw/y8Oo1SnKxNs/S220/CHESTER5.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/SbwZvr7MsPI/AAAAAAAAASw/BkXa05NJs6U/s72-c/MISSY+HAT.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/03/meet-melissa.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkAEQnwyeSp7ImA9WxVUEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353509590936929485.post-404974121329737017</id><published>2009-03-10T22:38:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T15:58:23.291-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-15T15:58:23.291-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="scary" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="boa" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="teresa scheuter" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny" /><title>BOA OR BUST</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/Sbc9tmXPUgI/AAAAAAAAARg/IDkCgCAjk9E/s1600-h/BOA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/Sbc9tmXPUgI/AAAAAAAAARg/IDkCgCAjk9E/s400/BOA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311782139108217346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The following hair raising story is compliments of one of The Daily Dose's readers, Mrs Teresa Sanders Scheuter. You can find her on the friends list of The Daily Dose Group. ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had known I would be wearing my first Boa before the end of the day, I would have dressed differently that morning. Ignorance is bliss, however, and I chose a crystal pleated plaid wool skirt and a dark green velour top - reasonably fashionable for the mid-1980's. The flats I put on my feet were a near necessity for a third grade teacher who only sat down to take attendance and eat lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time the afternoon rolled around, students and teachers alike were anticipating a school-wide assembly. Some guy would come and show off some animals. Perfect... Animals would keep my students attention and mean less class monitoring for me. On the way out the door, I grabbed a handful of papers that needed grading. New teachers are always stacked up. Might as well get a little work done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cafeteria was shivering with excitement. These weren't ordinary birds and wilderness animals today. These were reptiles. Lovely!! As the assembly wore on, I was relieved I had the foresight to bring some papers to check. Kept my eyes off the snakes. When the nice Reptile Man called for volunteers, teachers chuckled and tsked over the many kids eager to get there hands on a large snake. When an adult volunteer was needed, there were no takers. Too late, I realized that my efficiency was my undoing. One teacher with a handful of paperwork was an attention - getter, and I found myself propelled to the stage as the entire school cheered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How bad could it be? I would just pet a snake and get it over with. My students would have something to tell there parents that night. As I took my position, I was horrified to discover that I was not here to help the students on stage hold a large snake, my role was to hold a snake MYSELF! A forty pound snake. A boa constrictor. Don't these snakes, um, squeeze their prey? How would it know I wasn't it's snack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the now Annoying Reptile Man positioned my hands above my shoulders, I desperately prayed silently, "Lord, if you'll just let me survive this, I promise I'll never grade papers in assemblies again, no matter how far behind I am." Annoying Reptile Man dropped the boa into my unwilling hands. As I felt myself sway, I was grateful I had worn flats instead of heels, which helped keep me stable. If I tottered over, Id be tangled on the floor with a mad boa constrictor. That snake was heavy and smelly. I just hoped I didn't smell like something to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement. I quickly squinched my eyes closed. Something brushed my hair. I realized the entire assembly was laughing with delight, at my expense. Could I get a bonus for this? Annoying Reptile Man turned his attention to the kids and left me to tremble on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the kids began leaving the stage, I cautiously slitted open my eyes. Annoying Reptile Man told me just to put his snake down in the long wooden box behind me. Then he turned away. I awkwardly leaned back and dropped the snake out of my hands. As it thudded into the box, Annoying Reptile Man snapped, "Carefully! Don't break his back!" I glared steadily back at the now Despised Reptile Man and stalked off the stage. I had lived through this ordeal and would not apologize to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took three washings to get the smell of that snake out of my green velour top. Any time I am tempted to be a good sport and go along with something I really don't want to, I relive the reptile incident and the temptation passes. And I NEVER wear green.&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am assuming, without actually asking, that this is a true story. One that I don't ever want to experience myself, but one that I am proud to publish here on The Dose. Great story Teresa. Thank you for sharing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure and give Teresa your Kudos' by writing your comment below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;Chip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bits and Bites into my Daily Life and those around that I either love a lot or a little.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353509590936929485-404974121329737017?l=chestermiller3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qkjd/~4/lY6znjLAKS4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/feeds/404974121329737017/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/03/boa-or-bust.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353509590936929485/posts/default/404974121329737017?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353509590936929485/posts/default/404974121329737017?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/qkjd/~3/lY6znjLAKS4/boa-or-bust.html" title="BOA OR BUST" /><author><name>Chip Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13999956090232414338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="13" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/SsWT4pu2iJI/AAAAAAAAAdw/y8Oo1SnKxNs/S220/CHESTER5.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/Sbc9tmXPUgI/AAAAAAAAARg/IDkCgCAjk9E/s72-c/BOA.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/03/boa-or-bust.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQDRXw5eCp7ImA9WxVVE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353509590936929485.post-7814041173269468834</id><published>2009-03-05T21:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:32:54.220-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-05T21:32:54.220-06:00</app:edited><title>"AIDEN JUST BEING AIDEN"</title><content type="html">Here he is, Aiden Hogan at full speed... 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;Chip&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bits and Bites into my Daily Life and those around that I either love a lot or a little.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353509590936929485-7814041173269468834?l=chestermiller3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qkjd/~4/KG2BudTtIN4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="enclosure" type="video/mp4" href="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2c3bb67371825240&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/feeds/7814041173269468834/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/03/aiden-just-being-aiden_05.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353509590936929485/posts/default/7814041173269468834?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353509590936929485/posts/default/7814041173269468834?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/qkjd/~3/KG2BudTtIN4/aiden-just-being-aiden_05.html" title="&quot;AIDEN JUST BEING AIDEN&quot;" /><author><name>Chip Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13999956090232414338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="13" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/SsWT4pu2iJI/AAAAAAAAAdw/y8Oo1SnKxNs/S220/CHESTER5.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/03/aiden-just-being-aiden_05.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMDRHg4fCp7ImA9WxVWGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353509590936929485.post-3712880532442788400</id><published>2009-03-01T22:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T23:57:55.634-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-01T23:57:55.634-06:00</app:edited><title>FROZEN FUN</title><content type="html">Just a little snap shot of the brief encounter we had with snow... Enjoy it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="483" height="321" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-17a76f778ae99366" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;The Daily Dose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bits and Bites into my Daily Life and those around that I either love a lot or a little.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353509590936929485-3712880532442788400?l=chestermiller3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qkjd/~4/l33vw7Mk_IM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="enclosure" type="video/mp4" href="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=17a76f778ae99366&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/feeds/3712880532442788400/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/03/frozen-fun.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353509590936929485/posts/default/3712880532442788400?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353509590936929485/posts/default/3712880532442788400?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/qkjd/~3/l33vw7Mk_IM/frozen-fun.html" title="FROZEN FUN" /><author><name>Chip Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13999956090232414338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="13" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/SsWT4pu2iJI/AAAAAAAAAdw/y8Oo1SnKxNs/S220/CHESTER5.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/03/frozen-fun.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYASHs9eyp7ImA9WxVWGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353509590936929485.post-6078393622741669401</id><published>2009-02-26T22:28:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:12:29.563-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-01T22:12:29.563-06:00</app:edited><title>"WONDER WHY?"</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/SatcG57S9fI/AAAAAAAAAQY/h0g3sJHKXKw/s1600-h/QUESTION+MARK+METAL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/SatcG57S9fI/AAAAAAAAAQY/h0g3sJHKXKw/s400/QUESTION+MARK+METAL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308437859484759538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Something to think about... or just enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does the sun lighten our hair, but darken our skin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn't glue stick to the inside of the bottle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you ever see the headline "Physic Wins Lottery"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is "abbreviated" such a long word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is a boxing ring square?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it called lipstick if you can still move your lips?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it the Doctors call what they do "practice"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that rain drops but snow falls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that when you re driving and looking for an address, you turn down the volume on the radio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is lemon juice made with artificial flavor, and dish washing liquid is made with real lemons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the man who invests your money called a "broker"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come we drive on parkways and park on driveways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the third hand on the watch called a second hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why isn't there mouse flavored cat food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come sheep don't shrink when it rains but a wool sweater does when you wash it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the time of the day with the slowest traffic called rush hour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it we say we "slept like a baby" when babies wake up like every two hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you "IN" a movie, but you re "ON" TV?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come we just choose from two people for President and fifty for Miss America?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do Doctors leave the room while you change? They re going to see you naked anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do illiterate people get the full effect of Alphabet soup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a Deaf person has to go to court, is it still called a hearing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What disease did cured ham actually have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they call them "Free Gifts"? Aren't all gifts free?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever happened to Preparation A through G?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a cow laughed hard enough, would it squirt milk from her nose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why isn't the number 11 pronounced onety-one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does a round pizza come in a square box?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If were here to help other people, what are other people here for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it called "after dark" when it is really "after light"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the reverse side always have a reverse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen a toad on a toadstool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did a fool and his money get together in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't women put pictures of missing husbands on beer cans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If man really evolved from monkeys and apes, why do we still have monkeys and apes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they call it the "Department of Interior" when they are responsible for everything outdoors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is General Failure and why is he reading my hard disk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens if you get "scared half to death twice"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do psychics have to ask for your name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it OK to use the AM radio after noon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do chickens think we taste like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you call a male ladybug?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color of hair do they put on the driver's license of a bald man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were to choke Papa Smurf, what color would he turn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't Noah swat those two mosquitoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we press harder on a remote control, when we know the battery is dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they squeeze olives to get olive oil, what do they squeeze to get baby oil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do "Keep off the Grass" signs get where they are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does your nose run and your feet smell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does an alarm clock go off when it begins ringing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are they called "Apartments" when they are stuck together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why isn't there a shorter word for monosyllabic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are they called "stands" when they're made for sitting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people from Poland are called "Poles", why aren't people from Holland called "Holes"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it a cruel joke to put the letter "s" in the word lisp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do Lipton employees take coffee breaks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can fat people go skinny dipping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does the guy who drives the snowplow get to work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that when you transport something by car its called "shipment", but when you transport it by ship its called "cargo"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the difference between null and void?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats another word for Thesaurus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats another word for synonym?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone with multiple personalities threatens to kill himself, is this a hostage situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can vegetarians eat animal crackers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do batteries run on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would a fly without wings be called a walk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do if you find an endangered animal that eats only an endangered plant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to be totally partial?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When companies ship Styrofoam, what do they pack it in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they sterilize the needles for lethal injections?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did kamikaze pilots wear helmets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they call it a TV set, when you only get one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the speed of dark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come we never hear about Gruntled employees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the best thing before sliced bread?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confused yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;Chip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bits and Bites into my Daily Life and those around that I either love a lot or a little.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353509590936929485-6078393622741669401?l=chestermiller3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qkjd/~4/bfIVtYaRsX0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/feeds/6078393622741669401/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/02/wonder-why.html#comment-form" title="1 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/><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/02/wonder-why.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04AQH8zeCp7ImA9WxVWFUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353509590936929485.post-40677445183677032</id><published>2009-02-24T20:41:00.019-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T00:05:41.180-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-25T00:05:41.180-06:00</app:edited><title>"MEET JESSICA COX"</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Many of us are born on third base. We have and never know the feeling of going without. We go through life living between third base and home with all the comforts imaginable. We never go hungry, go without air in the summer or heat in the winter. We drive everywhere we go in a car that provides us with entertainment and shelter from the weather. We live in nice homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with all of that, we, or at least I, can have a tendency to complain. The food at the restaurant wasn't very good. The waiter couldn't seem to get it together. We had to wait in line for 45 minutes. The coffee wasn't up to par. No matter what it is, at some point in our life I am pretty sure we have all done it, this man included. In fact, shamefully, I do it way too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for some, it is just the opposite. They were born in between home and first base and spend there entire lives amazing those around them with a WILL POWER that rivals Superman in strength. A will to improve, enhance and inspire not only there lives, but the lives of those around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Jessica Cox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/SaTEzE9y35I/AAAAAAAAAOo/j2-i9nKyOfw/s1600-h/image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/SaTEzE9y35I/AAAAAAAAAOo/j2-i9nKyOfw/s320/image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306582642734587794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As you can see, Jessica was born without arms. But from a very young age there was something special about Jessica. The only thing it stopped Jessica from is using the word "Can't."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/SaTG48ixIgI/AAAAAAAAAPA/YRyayNoXgdM/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/SaTG48ixIgI/AAAAAAAAAPA/YRyayNoXgdM/s320/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306584942576214530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At age 25, she became the nations first and only person to be given a Sport Pilot certificate to fly using only her feet. With one foot manning the controls and the other delicately guiding the steering column, Cox soared. Her certificate qualifies her to fly a light sport aircraft to altitudes of 10,000 feet. "She's a good pilot. She's rock solid," said Parrish Traweek, the flying instructor at San Manuel's Ray Blair Airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/SaTItQu3zgI/AAAAAAAAAPI/FoEjKIbVZpI/s1600-h/image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/SaTItQu3zgI/AAAAAAAAAPI/FoEjKIbVZpI/s320/image005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306586940860517890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Parish runs PC Aircraft Maintenance and Flight Services and has trained many pilots, some of whom didn't come close to Cox's ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When she came up here driving a car'" Traweek recalled, "I knew she'd have no problem flying a plane."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/SaTJ1BkpMpI/AAAAAAAAAPY/_D2tjulFbUI/s1600-h/image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/SaTJ1BkpMpI/AAAAAAAAAPY/_D2tjulFbUI/s320/image007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306588173741666962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doctors never learned why she was born without arms, but she figured out early that she didn't want to use prosthetic devices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica, 25, earned her license to fly on October 10, 2008. She also has two black belts in Tae Kwan-Do, a college degree in Psychology, and a thriving career as a motivational speaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What doesn't Jessica have? Arms. A bilateral congenital limb deficiency doesn't stop her from achieving and surpassing her goals. From birth on, her feet became her hands. She can drive a car, type 25 words per minute, and fly an airplane using her feet, without any special adaptations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I highly encourage people with disabilities to consider flying," Cox said. "It helps reverse the stereotype that people with disabilities are powerless into the belief that they are powerful and capable of setting high goals and achieving them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In closing, a quick quote from Jessica. "Never let your fears get in the way of your opportunities," Jessica Cox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica Cox, proof of the Human Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can check out her web Page by clicking on &lt;a href="http://www.rightfooted.com/"&gt;JESSICA COX&lt;/a&gt;. See her incredible video below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="383" height="318" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fb9260370719556c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;Chip&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bits and Bites into my Daily Life and those around that I either love a lot or a little.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353509590936929485-40677445183677032?l=chestermiller3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qkjd/~4/AjiNMQKe9Ho" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="enclosure" type="video/mp4" href="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=27625167d89a2603&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" /><link rel="enclosure" type="video/mp4" href="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fb9260370719556c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/feeds/40677445183677032/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/02/meet-jessica-cox.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353509590936929485/posts/default/40677445183677032?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353509590936929485/posts/default/40677445183677032?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/qkjd/~3/AjiNMQKe9Ho/meet-jessica-cox.html" title="&quot;MEET JESSICA COX&quot;" /><author><name>Chip Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13999956090232414338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="13" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/SsWT4pu2iJI/AAAAAAAAAdw/y8Oo1SnKxNs/S220/CHESTER5.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/SaTEzE9y35I/AAAAAAAAAOo/j2-i9nKyOfw/s72-c/image002.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/02/meet-jessica-cox.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUFQHk9cCp7ImA9WxVWEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353509590936929485.post-8389792742915178105</id><published>2009-02-21T18:04:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T22:50:11.768-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-21T22:50:11.768-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bird feeder" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="me and julio" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bird" /><title>"SEE YOU, ME AND JULIO DOWN BY THE FEEDER"</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Meet Julio. Your everyday run of the mill bird. There's nothing fancy about Julio. In fact most people would call Julio just "Another bird." No bright and fancy colors. No fancy tricks while in flight. A bill that's just, well normal. Two basic bird feet. Absolutely NOTHING exciting about Julio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I beg to differ. I believe Julio is special. "Whats so special about Julio", you ask. Well let me tell you. Over the last couple of weeks, I've taped several hours of time at the bird feeder with the video recorder. And during that period I have captured many birds on tape chowing down of the seed given to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Julio is the First, the very First, to be filmed up close and personal from inside the feeder... Yep, we placed the camera inside the feeder to try and get a different perspective on a birds life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the next three minutes, I invite you to hang out with "Me and Julio down by the feeder." Be sure and listen for Julio throwing in his mix with the music...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his world premier, here's "Julio" the bird. Enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="389" height="323" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2c5a5d68541ab5bc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;Chip&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Bits and Bites into my Daily Life and those around that I either love a lot or a little.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353509590936929485-8389792742915178105?l=chestermiller3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/qkjd/~4/q28uPs8ZbTs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="enclosure" type="video/mp4" href="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2c5a5d68541ab5bc&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/feeds/8389792742915178105/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/02/see-you-me-and-julio-down-by-feeder.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353509590936929485/posts/default/8389792742915178105?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353509590936929485/posts/default/8389792742915178105?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/qkjd/~3/q28uPs8ZbTs/see-you-me-and-julio-down-by-feeder.html" title="&quot;SEE YOU, ME AND JULIO DOWN BY THE FEEDER&quot;" /><author><name>Chip Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13999956090232414338</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="13" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AO1b0hCLJHw/SsWT4pu2iJI/AAAAAAAAAdw/y8Oo1SnKxNs/S220/CHESTER5.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://chestermiller3.blogspot.com/2009/02/see-you-me-and-julio-down-by-feeder.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

