<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991</id><updated>2011-04-25T09:48:47.787-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Plum Crazy Millers...where purple, passion and peace reside.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>288</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-3138364174559867518</id><published>2007-01-06T18:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T09:41:41.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'>78 Degrees</title><summary type='text'>No, not to Kevin Bacon, but the temperature here at my house today...in VA...in January...Winter.  Yeah.  Was Christmas really only two weeks ago?  Somehow it just bypassed me.I was thinking, while sunning my face in my shorts and t-shirt on my deck this afternoon, about sitting on the roof in college studying for exams.That's what today felt like, minus the stress of course.It also got me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/3138364174559867518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=3138364174559867518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/3138364174559867518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/3138364174559867518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2007/01/70-degrees.html' title='78 Degrees'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/RaAxO6hjSLI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Lg72K-dbq1s/s72-c/Christmas+2006+127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-8370694920770784660</id><published>2007-01-01T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T23:08:00.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Sure It's Winter?</title><summary type='text'>I'm supposed to be planning for the New Year...ha!  This is way more fun.  It's a balmy 54 degrees here in VA.  My sister and her kids are here and we're all one big happy family.  I've been sitting here most of the afternoon re-vamping my life.  Good thing to do on New Year's day don't you think?  Well, first and foremost..Happy New Year all.  We spent last night watching movies like My Cousin </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/8370694920770784660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=8370694920770784660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/8370694920770784660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/8370694920770784660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2007/01/are-you-sure-its-winter.html' title='Are You Sure It&apos;s Winter?'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/RZm3bNsYITI/AAAAAAAAAAk/vT2nb2Qkp7g/s72-c/nikon_d80_good.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-116680053721822240</id><published>2006-12-22T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T10:15:37.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><summary type='text'>I'm alive and well ...really.  Just really stressed and busy..aren't we all?  Have a fabulous Holiday everyone!  Be back soon.....Peace, all...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/116680053721822240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=116680053721822240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/116680053721822240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/116680053721822240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-115697500972324919</id><published>2006-08-30T17:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T17:56:50.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bit of a Scare...</title><summary type='text'>Sorry...been out.  Had some minor surgery on Monday.  Way more info than I should share here.  Couple words for you..Biopsy..netheregions...waiting...no pain...starting school...busy....will know results soon.  Ta ta for now!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/115697500972324919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=115697500972324919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/115697500972324919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/115697500972324919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/08/bit-of-scare.html' title='A Bit of a Scare...'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-115634318761543157</id><published>2006-08-23T09:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T10:26:27.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And then Summer began...</title><summary type='text'>So school is over, camp is over. and the 1st of July has arrived.  We leave for what will turn out to be a very fun, very long vacation.  We headed to Irvington for our annual 4th of July celebration.  As you can see the guys, once again had a "blast" blowing things up for over an hour.  Want to see what approximately $15,000 worth of fireworks looks like?  That's a pool table's worth and then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/115634318761543157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=115634318761543157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/115634318761543157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/115634318761543157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/08/and-then-summer-began.html' title='And then Summer began...'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-115592948624390764</id><published>2006-08-18T10:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T15:31:26.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya know....</title><summary type='text'>...sometimes life just happens. I thought I'd have all this free time this summer to sit, play on my 'puter and catch up. Yeah..well, let's start from the beginning shall we?School ended in May for me. It was a bittersweet time. We have a pre-kindergarten graduation as that is the last "class" if you will, to pass through our school before they all part ways going to different schools for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/115592948624390764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=115592948624390764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/115592948624390764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/115592948624390764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/08/ya-know.html' title='Ya know....'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-115358328535007401</id><published>2006-07-22T11:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T11:48:05.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Issues</title><summary type='text'>Having computer issues. I'm back from vacation but something is still up with my wireless card...be back soon!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/115358328535007401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=115358328535007401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/115358328535007401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/115358328535007401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/07/issues.html' title='Issues'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-115175838008912401</id><published>2006-07-01T08:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T08:58:38.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fourth!</title><summary type='text'>We're off to the beach and various other places for about 2 weeks. I'll have internet access after the fourth. So until then,Enjoy! Have a safe and happy holiday all my American friends...and for those of you over the borders...have another great sun filled day!Click here...you know you want to. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/115175838008912401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=115175838008912401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/115175838008912401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/115175838008912401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-fourth.html' title='Happy Fourth!'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-115142200113221586</id><published>2006-06-27T11:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T11:26:41.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are The Lucky Ones</title><summary type='text'>Know why?  Because you, my secret friends, get to hear my deepest, darkest, thoughts, fears and general bitchings.  Lucky you.  I'm a talker by nature and I have learned to control the spew that comes into my head and (originally) out my mouth.  "Think before you speak."  My mother always said.  Little did I know how right she was.I would say dumb ass things like "Do you still have curly hair?" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/115142200113221586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=115142200113221586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/115142200113221586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/115142200113221586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-are-lucky-ones.html' title='You Are The Lucky Ones'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-115120083038946719</id><published>2006-06-24T15:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T22:00:30.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So...what's your life like?</title><summary type='text'>I'm the kind of person who doesn't really tolerate laziness, stupidity (for those who know better) and plain rudeness.  I don't get people who complain all the time about things they can control, or who have children that don't behave in public or expect the world to owe them something when they just sit around all day and do nothing to deserve it.I have a friend.  And she is still my friend </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/115120083038946719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=115120083038946719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/115120083038946719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/115120083038946719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/06/sowhats-your-life-like.html' title='So...what&apos;s your life like?'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-115090056908162300</id><published>2006-06-21T10:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T10:36:09.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoiled and Blonde...Yes, I'm Admitting It!</title><summary type='text'>Okay, so about 3 or 4 years ago I discovered this cool new invention called TiVo. An incredibly innovative device made just for mother's.  I'm convinced of this.  It not only allows you to record your favorite shows, like a VCR but it also enables you to pause live t.v.  Great for being in the middle of watching something and the phone rings 10,000 times, some little person needs you do something</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/115090056908162300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=115090056908162300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/115090056908162300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/115090056908162300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/06/spoiled-and-blondeyes-im-admitting-it.html' title='Spoiled and Blonde...Yes, I&apos;m Admitting It!'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-115076176007664612</id><published>2006-06-19T19:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T20:02:40.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Has Officially Begun</title><summary type='text'>Aside from the fact that I need to lose about 15 pounds!!  The kids are already at each other's throats and saying they're bored.  I spent the days with about 300 boyscouts at daycamp today.  I learned all about BB guns and how to shoot them, how to save someone 100 pounds heavier than you from drowning using a back pack and a rope, that I am left eye dominant eventhough I'm right handed and that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/115076176007664612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=115076176007664612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/115076176007664612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/115076176007664612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/06/summer-has-officially-begun.html' title='Summer Has Officially Begun'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-114358647380954705</id><published>2006-06-14T17:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T19:15:48.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmares Really Do Come True.</title><summary type='text'>Food for thought...What's your worst fear? Has it changed since becoming a parent? Or living on your own?When I was little, I always had dreams of being left in the car alone. Someone would hop in that was not my mother and force me to drive or the car would mysteriously start and then drive away with me. This of course, stemming frome the fact that I was anxious about not being in control seeing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114358647380954705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=114358647380954705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/114358647380954705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/114358647380954705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/06/nightmares-really-do-come-true.html' title='Nightmares Really Do Come True.'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-115024789204877871</id><published>2006-06-13T19:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T21:18:12.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorry.....</title><summary type='text'>OOPS!  I really planned on coming back ..I swear!  Life just happened! So here I am...we'll spend the next couple of days catching up but right now I'm going to tell you about right now.  I'm teaching a preschool camp called Out of This World!!  It's a day camp themed around space...I'm finding my science roots again!!  Can I just tell you all how much I LOVE my job?????  And I'm good at it too!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/115024789204877871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=115024789204877871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/115024789204877871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/115024789204877871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/06/sorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorry.html' title='Sorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorry.....'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-114951097473270745</id><published>2006-06-05T08:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T08:36:14.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember Me?</title><summary type='text'>HELLLLLLOOOOOO!  Anybody home?  Remember me?  I used to live here?  I'm alive and kickin'...lots to tell.  I have one more thing to get through today and I'll be back for good.  I'm helping one of the classes make a quilt for their teachers end of the year gift.  A teacher who, by the way, hates me and I have to work with next year.  Should be fun. Be back soon!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114951097473270745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=114951097473270745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/114951097473270745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/114951097473270745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/06/remember-me.html' title='Remember Me?'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-114375408539335774</id><published>2006-03-30T16:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T16:28:05.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long For Now...</title><summary type='text'> Okay.... I've made up my mind to take a break.  It's not good-bye forever, just for a couple of months until school's out.  I'm finding I have way too much to accomplish in the next few weeks, months even and Spring sports are starting for both my boys, I just can't keep up.  I'll be by to visit though and if you'd like me to let you know when I'm back shoot me your email and I'll drop you a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114375408539335774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=114375408539335774&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/114375408539335774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/114375408539335774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-long-for-now.html' title='So Long For Now...'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-114350247223779733</id><published>2006-03-27T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T18:34:32.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are We Still In High School?</title><summary type='text'>"I can't believe they cancelled on my birthday party just to go to hers." said H."Mine has been planned for over a month and S just wanted to steal everyone and be the best.  I'm just sick about it.""Well it's mostly just a girl's thing isn't it?  We're doing manicures and pedicures and gettin' some good vino right?""Yeah, but S is doing a Pamper Yourself Party too...just to make me mad!""I think</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114350247223779733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=114350247223779733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/114350247223779733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/114350247223779733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/03/are-we-still-in-high-school.html' title='Are We Still In High School?'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-114320803160008829</id><published>2006-03-24T08:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T08:47:11.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Verdict Is In...</title><summary type='text'>The decision has been made about our elementary school.  The smaller school's teachers are staying where they are and vice versa.  As of Fall of next year, we will be in our brand spankin' new school with the same teachers just all mixed up.  The good news is that J-man #2 will be able to have #1 son's Kindergarten teacher.  Yay!  #1 son's teacher this year, who is absolutely fabulous, will now </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114320803160008829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=114320803160008829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/114320803160008829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/114320803160008829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/03/verdict-is-in.html' title='The Verdict Is In...'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-114314441495476571</id><published>2006-03-23T14:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T17:09:31.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OOPS!</title><summary type='text'>I didn't even realize how long it's been since I've actually sat down to my computer to put thoughts other than work into it. I just haven't felt like it. By the time I get home, get some laundry or house stuff done, email checked, PTO stuff handled, #1 son is home from school with homework and dinner, scouts, base ball etc. The Hubs was gone for 2 weeks and with a sick kid it was hard to get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114314441495476571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=114314441495476571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/114314441495476571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/114314441495476571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/03/oops.html' title='OOPS!'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-114245386389367635</id><published>2006-03-16T07:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T14:11:10.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirteen Reasons to Wonder ...</title><summary type='text'>..why the English language is so hard to learn. See if you can read them correctly the FIRST time through ;0)1) The bandage was wound around the wound.2) The farm was used to produce produce.3) The dump was so full that it had to refuse more refuse.4) We must polish the Polish furniture.5) He could lead if he would get the lead out.6) The soldier decided to desert his dessert in the desert.7) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114245386389367635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=114245386389367635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/114245386389367635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/114245386389367635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/03/thirteen-reasons-to-wonder.html' title='Thirteen Reasons to Wonder ...'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-114245333610377218</id><published>2006-03-15T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T15:08:56.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I"m a Victim!</title><summary type='text'>I have been in my house for 5 days straight!!  It's been beautiful weather outside, but fevers and chills inside.  Little man woke up FINALLY this morning with a normal temp.  Just a virus apparently, but he was miserable.  I, however, got more done in the past couple of days than I have in two months!!  On Saturday I managed to get 16 people to hand me $10 for a coach gift as it was the last day</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114245333610377218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=114245333610377218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/114245333610377218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/114245333610377218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-victim.html' title='I&quot;m a Victim!'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-114220632620016451</id><published>2006-03-13T06:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T15:33:53.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Man Logic</title><summary type='text'>"Mom, we can't bring brownies in the car."Why not?Because they'll melt.No, they won't.Yes, they will.Why do you think the brownies will melt?Because....Silence.."They're made of chocolate..and chocolate melts when it gets hot so we can't take brownies in the car because chocolate melts in the car and the brownies will melt. SO...we have to make them at Ms. Maryann's house instead!"Guess I can't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114220632620016451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=114220632620016451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/114220632620016451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/114220632620016451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/03/little-man-logic.html' title='Little Man Logic'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-114202544239485262</id><published>2006-03-10T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T16:17:22.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Question</title><summary type='text'>So am I the only one that doesn't let my child jump on other people's furniture?  Run around Chuck E. Cheese and steal other kid's token's or pizza?Who pays attention to where my child and other children who are with me are?  Who tells my kid it's not okay to take things that don't belong to you? Who thinks that picking your nose in public is completely gross and disgusting?  Who makes my kids </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114202544239485262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=114202544239485262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/114202544239485262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/114202544239485262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/03/question.html' title='Question'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-114186234078198914</id><published>2006-03-08T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T18:59:00.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thirteen Reasons I haven't written anything since last Thursday.1. Last Friday I spent the day at the zoo (original reason was to go pick up a Wildlife Explorer kit for the 1st grade) with a friend and my youngest kidlet.  2. Ended up buying a new car on the way home.3.  We picked it up Friday evening.4. Saturday we went to show the parental units our new car and invited ourselves to lunch...we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114186234078198914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=114186234078198914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/114186234078198914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/114186234078198914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/03/thirteen-reasons-i-havent-written.html' title=''/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-114134097824966593</id><published>2006-03-02T17:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T18:09:38.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet</title><summary type='text'>Wow. What a beautiful time we had. My nephew looked fabulous and couldn't have been more calm and happy. It almost made us forget he has to leave again. We spent most of Sat and Sunday hanging out at my SIL's house talking to my nephew and his experiences over seas. Some pretty scary stuff I must say. We all know that bad things happen, bombs are planted everywhere, ambushes happen everyday at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114134097824966593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=114134097824966593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/114134097824966593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/114134097824966593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/03/bittersweet.html' title='Bittersweet'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-114082025415746280</id><published>2006-02-24T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T09:07:09.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out to Lunch...til Wed.</title><summary type='text'>Remember this? Well he's back and getting married on Monday! Then off to Iraq again for another 7 months. Bittersweet, but we'll enjoy our time together while we can. Til Wed then...;0)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114082025415746280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=114082025415746280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/114082025415746280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/114082025415746280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/02/out-to-lunchtil-wed.html' title='Out to Lunch...til Wed.'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-114073286142883711</id><published>2006-02-23T17:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T17:14:21.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Potty Talk...</title><summary type='text'>All household's have rules.  So, what say you about this conversation I overheard from the living room?"Dad."  Dance...dance...cross the legs."Yes buddy."  more dancing.."If it's an emergency and I don't think I'm going to make it ...then can I run to the bathroom?" Bursts of laughter erupt from the other room along with"Yes! Yes! My gosh! Hurry up son!""Thanks!"Me thinks rules are made to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114073286142883711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=114073286142883711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/114073286142883711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/114073286142883711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/02/more-potty-talk.html' title='More Potty Talk...'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-114064264492637137</id><published>2006-02-22T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T16:10:44.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret to Girl Scout Cookies</title><summary type='text'>I figured it out...Girl Scout cookies are laced with cocaine.  That's why they are so addicting!!  I polished of my first box of Tagalongs in 0.4 seconds.  3 boxes to go and counting....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114064264492637137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=114064264492637137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/114064264492637137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/114064264492637137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/02/secret-to-girl-scout-cookies.html' title='The Secret to Girl Scout Cookies'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-114056593007173089</id><published>2006-02-21T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T18:57:46.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Guess?</title><summary type='text'>If I had to name my number one pet peeve it would have to be presentation of the English language to the public. This means if you are writing an email to a group of people, writing a letter in a professional situation (i.e. to a group of parents, people in high places or just for the general public), speaking to a group, involved in the media or public place, or just trying to make a point to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114056593007173089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=114056593007173089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/114056593007173089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/114056593007173089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/02/can-you-guess.html' title='Can You Guess?'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-114019356992571271</id><published>2006-02-17T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T11:26:09.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah...</title><summary type='text'>Ever have one of those days?  Well, I seem to be having one of those weeks.  I have a ton to do, the hubs birthday is tomorrow and he wants to go tubing.  We had our own Olympic games at school yesterday and I'm. just. tired.  It was 68 degrees here yesterday!!!  Remember the foot of snow we got on Saturday?  This weather reeks havoc on my head and I get what I call eyeball headaches...they start</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/114019356992571271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=114019356992571271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/114019356992571271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/114019356992571271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/02/blah.html' title='Blah...'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113985857402024359</id><published>2006-02-14T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T08:08:21.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That Stick</title><summary type='text'>No I'm not talking about glue or gum or wet noodles to the ceiling. I'm talking about phrases or conversation memories or that little voice in your head. Yes, I'm hearing voices all the time. The one of my mother that floats through when I'm trying to get a project finished...just get it done quickly...making mucho mistakes along the way..."Fast is not good." she would say every time I rushed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113985857402024359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113985857402024359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113985857402024359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113985857402024359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/02/things-that-stick.html' title='Things That Stick'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113985058019216882</id><published>2006-02-13T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T13:39:05.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Walkin' In A Winter Wonderland</title><summary type='text'> As we sat here Saturday evening eating dinner, my kids wanted to listen to Christmas music. And rightfully so, the snow was coming down in big wet flakes and sticking to everything...we woke up to this wonderful whiteness on Sunday morning.We went sledding at the middle schoolwhich has some huge hills behind it and a couple of the kids caughtsome serious air!Of course, they want to go back today</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113985058019216882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113985058019216882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113985058019216882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113985058019216882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/02/walkin-in-winter-wonderland.html' title='Walkin&apos; In A Winter Wonderland'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113960562740993852</id><published>2006-02-10T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T16:07:07.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Talk</title><summary type='text'>'Mom!""Yes?""C'mere quick!""What is it?""You have to see this!"Of course, I get up, proceed to the hallway to find J-man #2 in the bathroom. "Look at this big GINORMOUS POOP!!  How'd it get that big?  I just eat a little bit."Anyone? Anyone?  Bueller?I'm not going to post this weekend.  I plan to be snowed in and catching up with everyone!  Wish me luck!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113960562740993852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113960562740993852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113960562740993852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113960562740993852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/02/potty-talk.html' title='Potty Talk'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113943803803123364</id><published>2006-02-08T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T17:33:58.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick before it goes again!</title><summary type='text'>Our internet service has been quite sketchy the past few days.  I have had no outgoing phone line since Saturday.  The Voice Over IP people only work M-Sat and the hubs left for Noth "Freezing" Dakota on Mon at 6 a.m.  for a week.  Bleh.Anywho...just a quick note since I seem to have service at the moment and a few minutes of time.   My hard work has not been in vain as I have had close to 20 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113943803803123364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113943803803123364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113943803803123364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113943803803123364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/02/quick-before-it-goes-again.html' title='Quick before it goes again!'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113927841741576106</id><published>2006-02-06T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T21:13:37.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What would you think...</title><summary type='text'>if you walked out behind two teenagers in the the grocery store carrying nothing but a can of Rediwhip?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113927841741576106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113927841741576106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113927841741576106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113927841741576106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-would-you-think.html' title='What would you think...'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113898327948579651</id><published>2006-02-03T11:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T11:14:39.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> It almost passed me by!!! Happy Blogiversary to me ;0) It's been a tumultuous year full of ups and downs, but I'm very thankful for all the wonderful friends I've met along the way. A big sloppy kiss to my Fairy Blogmother Momma K for introducing me to this addictive virtual version of reality. She is a blaghing goddess! She has the chair shaped butt to prove it! (ooo...did I say that out loud?)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113898327948579651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113898327948579651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113898327948579651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113898327948579651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/02/it-almost-passed-me-by-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113857562405466411</id><published>2006-02-02T17:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T20:51:01.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>13 Recipes with....SPAM!!</title><summary type='text'>The last edition of the Thirteen Things crashing about Millersville today.I've just recently noticed a recipe bar at the top of my gmail box. Apparently, it picks up on certain words and pulls out recipes accordingly. Last Thursday, Collen wrote about SPAM. So I give you 13 delectable recipes using SPAM....YUMMMMMMMM!!! Parts is parts, my friends. (silent retching occurring on this end) No, I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113857562405466411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113857562405466411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113857562405466411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113857562405466411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/02/13-recipes-withspam.html' title='13 Recipes with....SPAM!!'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113874217433121539</id><published>2006-01-31T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T16:16:15.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things They Come Up With..</title><summary type='text'>I was at the Starbucks in our local grocery store the other day with J-man.  He'd endured our weekly shopping trip on the brink of starvation so I promised him something to eat and a hot chocolate.  I asked him to go find us a seat and I would meet him there once I picked up our order.  When I found him, he had chosen a seat at the bar table with those really high stools.  He had his hair spiked </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113874217433121539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113874217433121539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113874217433121539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113874217433121539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/01/things-they-come-up-with.html' title='The Things They Come Up With..'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113849602296637057</id><published>2006-01-28T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T09:15:46.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay Happy?  Not So Much..</title><summary type='text'>Okay...so I'm bored hearing myself talk about all this school crap as I'm sure you were reading it...I decided not to bore you with the letter. BUT if you so choose to read it, it was a good one and you can find it here.  For the summation of said letter, suffice it to say, I wrote it..it got to the right people at the right time and for the life of me I can't figure out why I'm so passionate </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113849602296637057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113849602296637057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113849602296637057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113849602296637057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/01/okay-happy-not-so-much.html' title='Okay Happy?  Not So Much..'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113837715472935934</id><published>2006-01-27T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T11:49:22.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma or Dharma?  Part II...</title><summary type='text'>Okay...so you have the history. We are now at the beginning of this school year. I am PTO President, have started a new job, have two children in school instead of one and the Hubs has started his new job with lots o' travelling involved. Way to jump in with both feet right?My responsibilities include being a liason between the parents and the Administration, bringing enrichment programs into the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113837715472935934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113837715472935934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113837715472935934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113837715472935934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/01/karma-or-dharma-part-ii.html' title='Karma or Dharma?  Part II...'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113823520714467105</id><published>2006-01-26T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T17:45:18.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Part 2 Will Come on Friday...</title><summary type='text'>The latest Thirteen Things crashing about in J&amp;J's Mom's head today.Okay, so it's not over til it's over...the torch has been passed along for the TT so I will carry on. I'll post more about the school stuff tomorrow,as I ran out of time last night..Sorry! Instead I'm going to do a normal...disjointed...unrelated thirteen.1. When we first got married, we purchased a really beautiful sleigh bed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113823520714467105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113823520714467105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113823520714467105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113823520714467105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/01/part-2-will-come-on-friday.html' title='Part 2 Will Come on Friday...'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113778767140993172</id><published>2006-01-24T00:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T17:18:19.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma or Dharma? Part 1..A History Lesson</title><summary type='text'>I'm so mad I could puke. Here's the short of the long story. When we moved here (4 years ago) our elementary school's were a small K-1 and a larger 2-5. I loved this idea...individual attention, small town environment with a county funded education. Great!Great until they decided that the building the k-1 was housed in was/should be/will be condemned. The toilets constantly backed up and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113778767140993172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113778767140993172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113778767140993172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113778767140993172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/01/karma-or-dharma-part-1a-history-lesson.html' title='Karma or Dharma? Part 1..A History Lesson'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113804737894893613</id><published>2006-01-23T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T15:16:18.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This was too funny not to share...although lots of toilet humor involved...more serious stuff tomorrow.  It can wait and I need to cool down ;0)  Happy Monday...Powered by Castpost</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113804737894893613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113804737894893613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113804737894893613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113804737894893613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-was-too-funny-not-to-share.html' title=''/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113785685445343431</id><published>2006-01-21T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T10:20:54.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Little Guy-ism...</title><summary type='text'>"One porkypind went into another porkypind and one came out.  He touched him and said "friend-friend".Translation:  One porcupine said to the other porcupine..."Friends?"  "Friends."Guess you had to be there ;0)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113785685445343431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113785685445343431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113785685445343431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113785685445343431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/01/another-little-guy-ism.html' title='Another Little Guy-ism...'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113777011323237948</id><published>2006-01-20T10:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T10:15:13.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today...</title><summary type='text'>...my little guy is sick.  His brains are running out of every oraface on his face.  He looks like Wolverine tried to attack him from the 3 huge scratches that run under his left ear but he still makes me laugh and is so darn cute I can't stop watching him.  This was our conversation last night."But I don't like to sleep by myself.""Honey, you're sick.  You don't want to give your cold to J-man </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113777011323237948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113777011323237948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113777011323237948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113777011323237948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/01/today.html' title='Today...'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113761531010045305</id><published>2006-01-18T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T07:52:31.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday 13- Last Edition</title><summary type='text'>The last edition of the Thirteen Things crashing about Millersville today.Well, since I've already written it..I'm putting it out there. The TT has grown into a MONSTER ;0) This will be the end...Leanne is passing on the torch for anyone who would like to take over. I'll continue to visit though...I've made a lot of new friends this way!! THANKS LEANNE! It's been a great ride!1.What do you call a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113761531010045305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113761531010045305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113761531010045305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113761531010045305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/01/thursday-13-last-edition.html' title='Thursday 13- Last Edition'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113754012125889570</id><published>2006-01-18T06:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T15:12:22.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Smart Are You?</title><summary type='text'> I haven't done a little test in a while and this one makes me look really smart...so give a try and let me know how you do!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113754012125889570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113754012125889570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113754012125889570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113754012125889570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/01/how-smart-are-you.html' title='How Smart Are You?'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113753482748072646</id><published>2006-01-17T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T16:53:47.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Team...Go Steelers!</title><summary type='text'>Okay so let's try this again...Go Steelers! Actually if I had to pick a team, they would be mine. I just thought I'd route for the underdog this go around. That would've been a good Superbowl..the Skins and the Steelers. Oh well... the weekend was fun though painful.I ended up at a brand new roller rink...yeah you heard me. I went roller skating this weekend and landed square on my pah-tooty! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113753482748072646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113753482748072646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113753482748072646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113753482748072646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-teamgo-steelers.html' title='New Team...Go Steelers!'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113715938643886588</id><published>2006-01-13T08:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T08:36:26.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever been this tired?</title><summary type='text'>My butt just can't stay in one place for very long...we're off to visit friends this weekend.  Back on Monday!!  Rest easy everyone...and GO SKINS!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113715938643886588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113715938643886588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113715938643886588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113715938643886588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/01/have-you-ever-been-this-tired.html' title='Have you ever been this tired?'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113692953245923724</id><published>2006-01-12T07:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T16:48:52.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel Old...</title><summary type='text'>Thirteen Things that J&amp;J's Mom remember's from the 70's!In the spirit of yesterday's post, I decided to share some "old" memories with you from my childhood...especially if you were a girl! (Sorry fellas, them's the facts!)1. You wore a rainbow shirt that was half-sleeves, and the rainbow went up one sleeve, across your chest, and down the other.2. You owned a bicycle with a banana seat and a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113692953245923724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113692953245923724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113692953245923724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113692953245923724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-feel-old_12.html' title='I feel Old...'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113700682430602887</id><published>2006-01-11T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T14:13:44.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel old...</title><summary type='text'> We have been studying about dinosaurs in the Class of the Small Ones.  They have been carefully paper macheing and painting and glittering their very precious dinosaurs eggs (due to hatch tomorrow) layers upon layers of glop over a two week period...just waiting for the big day.  We've learned about carnivores and omnivores and fossils; that no people really even existed in the time of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113700682430602887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113700682430602887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113700682430602887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113700682430602887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-feel-old.html' title='I feel old...'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113625465742370855</id><published>2006-01-09T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T23:26:05.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Bouncing Baby Blogger Party!!</title><summary type='text'>And YOU'RE invited!!! Our lovely guest of honor Angie is having a BOY!! And we are officially havin' a partay!! Please feel free to hop amongst the hostesses and play games, drink punch, have cake and be merry! Mistress Mary is taking guesses for weight, length and date, gifts may be brought to Momma K's house if you so desire, and please don't forget to drop in on our guest of honor! She's home </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113625465742370855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113625465742370855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113625465742370855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113625465742370855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-bouncing-baby-blogger-party.html' title='It&apos;s a Bouncing Baby Blogger Party!!'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113661542071452298</id><published>2006-01-07T01:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T23:02:54.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Weekend!</title><summary type='text'>We're outta here til Sunday. Celebrating the last of Christmas with the Sis and bro in law.Just got home from seeing Brokeback Mountain...EXCELLLLLENT FLICK broke my hear though. Worth every penny. I'm moving to Wyoming now.See you Monday!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113661542071452298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113661542071452298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113661542071452298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113661542071452298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-weekend.html' title='Happy Weekend!'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113642119596012541</id><published>2006-01-05T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T23:23:10.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thirteen # 4</title><summary type='text'>Thirteen Things crashing about Millersville today.I think today I will try to list 13 things I would do to my house if I had an exponetial amount of money. 1. Replace the roof. ( It leaks, but only during hurricanes or very, very strong rain when it comes from the South)2. Tear down the wall between my kitchen and dining room and redesign my entire kitchen. New cabinets, new appliances (except </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113642119596012541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113642119596012541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113642119596012541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113642119596012541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/01/thursday-thirteen-4.html' title='Thursday Thirteen # 4'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113641895682308669</id><published>2006-01-04T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T18:55:56.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Mouth of a Six Year Old...</title><summary type='text'>"Mom?  What happened to all the reading material that was in the bathroom?"*sigh*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113641895682308669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113641895682308669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113641895682308669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113641895682308669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/01/from-mouth-of-six-year-old.html' title='From the Mouth of a Six Year Old...'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113632577749304597</id><published>2006-01-03T15:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T17:02:57.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Never Pays to Gossip..</title><summary type='text'>I don't normally gossip.  Here's why.  (btw..the people I'm talking about have no clue about my bl** or anyone that reads it. so I don't consider this gossip.)Before Christmas, I was shopping, of course, at Target.  I happened upon an aquaintance that is nice enough, but whom I have found to be an unreliable "friend" we'll call her Dee...Dee starts to make idol chit chat about the holidays, our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113632577749304597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113632577749304597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113632577749304597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113632577749304597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/01/it-never-pays-to-gossip.html' title='It Never Pays to Gossip..'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113613153940204284</id><published>2006-01-01T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T11:05:39.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!</title><summary type='text'>Click Here for your New Year's Greeting ;)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113613153940204284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113613153940204284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113613153940204284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113613153940204284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113598816996557707</id><published>2005-12-31T07:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T10:55:48.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Guess?</title><summary type='text'>Whose feet are these you ask? Well, I'll give you a couple of clues and see if you can guess...1. She's a crazy Momma2. She LOVES flip flops-proof positive right here in pink and white!3. When she showed up on my doorstep wearing her cute little toed socks with flip-flops to go to a local pool...if I had been drinking milk, it would've coming flying out my nose! I still giggle every time I look </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113598816996557707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113598816996557707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113598816996557707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113598816996557707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2005/12/can-you-guess.html' title='Can You Guess?'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113569897585189832</id><published>2005-12-29T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T10:37:41.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas Letter</title><summary type='text'>Thirteen Things about Christmas LettersDid you write one? I did for the first time EVER! It was actually kind of fun. After blogging, pretty easy too! For those of you who may not know, the writing of a Christmas letter serves many purposes. To catch distant relatives and faraway friends up on your lastest going's on. To brag (these are actually quite humorous with the whole one-upmanship thing).</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113569897585189832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113569897585189832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113569897585189832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113569897585189832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-letter.html' title='The Christmas Letter'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113569385739446014</id><published>2005-12-27T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T09:30:57.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official....</title><summary type='text'>I'm relaxed.  We had a most wonderful Christmas...home alone...just the four of us for the first time in ...well ever.  Last year there were 25 people here not including our 4.  Years prior were spent switching holidays between my family and the hubs, but since his mom passed away a couple of years ago, his sister and her husband spend their Christmas feeding the hungry and elderly people in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113569385739446014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113569385739446014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113569385739446014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113569385739446014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official....'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113543964079025961</id><published>2005-12-24T10:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T10:54:01.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh I Want A Strange Disease for Christmas....</title><summary type='text'>Home again, home again jiggity-jig.  Well, you ready for my lengthy description?  Of course you are!!!  This was my week...long...cause it's a whole week in one post...read on if you care to ;0)Monday7:30...leave house with little J and head to school to get the Parent breakfast set up...Hot Cider was a hit by the way and very simple1/2 cup brown sugar6 cinnamon sticks1 tsp whole cloves1 tsp </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113543964079025961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113543964079025961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113543964079025961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113543964079025961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-i-want-strange-disease-for.html' title='Oh I Want A Strange Disease for Christmas....'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113529479974361775</id><published>2005-12-22T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T18:39:59.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sick...</title><summary type='text'>I have a fever again from Monday...103.  Will post more when I can hold my eyes open long enough.  Dr. appt. tomorrow.Peace.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113529479974361775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113529479974361775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113529479974361775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113529479974361775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-sick.html' title='I&apos;m Sick...'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113499626751002960</id><published>2005-12-19T07:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T07:44:27.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Things You Should Know</title><summary type='text'>Farts are not funny.  Although in a house full of boys, this seems to be a losing battle. The dog is a girl, but when she farts she jumps sky high and acts like she has no idea where they came from.  Wimp.I've solved the Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays dilemma....these people have waaaaay too much time on their hands.  I've said Merry Christmas to about a gazillion people this past month and only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113499626751002960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113499626751002960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113499626751002960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113499626751002960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2005/12/some-things-you-should-know.html' title='Some Things You Should Know'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113474664486431838</id><published>2005-12-16T10:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T12:52:25.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Santa...I Want It All!</title><summary type='text'>Ain't it the truth? Actually, the hubs asked me last night what I wanted for Christmas...Ummmm...uhhh...my kids to stop fighting?...a date with the hubby...a Nikkon D70s with wide angle and zoom lens??? I dunno ;0) I like giving more than getting. I would much rather get a note from a friend I haven't heard from in a long time or "time" to spend with someone special. I can 'buy" my own things...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113474664486431838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113474664486431838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113474664486431838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113474664486431838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2005/12/dear-santai-want-it-all.html' title='Dear Santa...I Want It All!'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113467893539126397</id><published>2005-12-15T15:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T18:40:17.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Days....</title><summary type='text'> Thirteen Things about J&amp;J's Mom's House on a Snow Day1. We get to sleep in.2. Kid's never sleep in.3. A cooked breakfast.4. Kid's don't like cooked breakfasts...they'd rather eat cookies and drink coke because it's a "special occasion".5. I don't have to deal with volunteers showing up for our Holiday Shoppe at school.6. We have to cram 700 through the Holiday Shoppe in one day...I need to call </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113467893539126397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113467893539126397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113467893539126397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113467893539126397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2005/12/snow-days.html' title='Snow Days....'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113451345148329071</id><published>2005-12-13T16:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T18:11:12.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho! Ho! Ho! Who Wouldn't Go...</title><summary type='text'> to the mall to visit Santa??? ME!! We went to the festival of lights called Walkin' in a Winter Wonderland and Santa was there!! Yay! The kids got to visit, we were able to enjoy the lights and a chilly walk after a HUGE dinner with the 'rents and it reallywas a "Winter Wonderland" because of the snow from a couple of days ago!There were houses decorated with all kinds of chatch in the yard and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113451345148329071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113451345148329071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113451345148329071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113451345148329071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2005/12/ho-ho-ho-who-wouldnt-go.html' title='Ho! Ho! Ho! Who Wouldn&apos;t Go...'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113432633370256554</id><published>2005-12-11T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T14:11:55.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Songs Have a Purpose</title><summary type='text'>For me, shopping for Christmas gifts is all in the spirit of the season. I spend months attempting (agonizing) to find the perfect gift for each family member and/or friend. I don't want lists. I don't make lists. I'm not a lister (nor a list maker) you get the point. I pay attention throughout the year and aim to buy (within reason) what someone would like and wouldn't necessarily buy themselves</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113432633370256554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113432633370256554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113432633370256554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113432633370256554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-songs-have-purpose.html' title='Christmas Songs Have a Purpose'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113408100589634031</id><published>2005-12-08T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T20:46:41.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm late as per usual...but here are the</title><summary type='text'>Thirteen Things that erroneously ended up in J&amp;J's Mom's post today.My world is full of contradictions. So, I've decided to give you my top 13 things that I love and hate all at the same time and why. Let's start with bad and end on a positive note shall we?1. My children sleeping...because they are growing and dreaming of a life that's to come, a life that doesn't include me everyday. Good for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113408100589634031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113408100589634031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113408100589634031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113408100589634031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-late-as-per-usualbut-here-are.html' title='I&apos;m late as per usual...but here are the'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113395979607985769</id><published>2005-12-07T07:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T07:49:56.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And I'm a Morning Person!</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113395979607985769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113395979607985769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113395979607985769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113395979607985769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2005/12/and-im-morning-person.html' title='And I&apos;m a Morning Person!'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113388396215766399</id><published>2005-12-06T10:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T10:46:02.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let It Snow...Let It Snow...Let It Snow!!</title><summary type='text'>First decent snow fall of the year and me with out my camera! I left it at school..ooops! The kids have been outside since 8 a.m. Perfect snow play day...warm in the sunshine but temperatures hovering around freezing so not a lot melting and me with a day off unexpectedly! I plan to get all this loverly decorating finished and clean my house...of course it's 10 a.m. and I'm sitting here on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113388396215766399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113388396215766399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113388396215766399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113388396215766399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2005/12/let-it-snowlet-it-snowlet-it-snow_06.html' title='Let It Snow...Let It Snow...Let It Snow!!'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113373994029869599</id><published>2005-12-04T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T18:45:40.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Christmas Weekend</title><summary type='text'>Well, the parades are finished, shopping is done.  All in all the choas we call Christmas this time of the month was pretty bearable.  I hit Walmart on a Saturday afternoon and came out in 15 mins unscathed!  Walmart is the best invention on the planet... regardless of what you're looking for, if they have it, it's cheaper than anywhere else, toys, food, necessities...sometimes clothing, but I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113373994029869599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113373994029869599&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113373994029869599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113373994029869599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2005/12/crazy-christmas-weekend.html' title='Crazy Christmas Weekend'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113347419827576433</id><published>2005-12-01T16:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T08:26:25.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentary Lapse of Reasoning</title><summary type='text'>Thirteen Things that erroneously ended up in J&amp;J's Mom's post today.1… Okay...sorry about that. Aliens have temporarily taken over my body.2. This whole week has been a frenzy of disorganization. I totally flew by the seat of my pants this week at school...I had no plans, and just went with it. It worked!~! I plan to do exactly that from now on. I'm wingin' it. My plan is that I have no plan.3. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113347419827576433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113347419827576433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113347419827576433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113347419827576433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2005/12/momentary-lapse-of-reasoning.html' title='Momentary Lapse of Reasoning'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113330237244460416</id><published>2005-11-29T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T17:12:52.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya know...Stream of Conscientiousness</title><summary type='text'>I thought this would be easier.  I'm finding that when I turn on this computer, I'm not feeling funny, nor witty, nor bitchy, or anything for that matter.  I just don't feel like talking.  If I do, I want to whine..and I should be able to do just that, but then I have to be careful what I say so I don't piss anyone off.  I've half a mind to close this blog and start all over with a new identity.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113330237244460416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113330237244460416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113330237244460416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113330237244460416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2005/11/ya-knowstream-of-conscientiousness.html' title='Ya know...Stream of Conscientiousness'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113323054007152462</id><published>2005-11-28T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T21:17:22.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to Do When You're Bored...</title><summary type='text'> ...at work....with waaaayyyy too much........time on your hands!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113323054007152462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113323054007152462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113323054007152462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113323054007152462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2005/11/things-to-do-when-youre-bored.html' title='Things to Do When You&apos;re Bored...'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113269820391676373</id><published>2005-11-22T17:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T17:26:52.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><summary type='text'>I'll be back on Monday. Have a safe and happy turkey day!Click here for a special Thanksgiving Day greeting....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113269820391676373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113269820391676373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113269820391676373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113269820391676373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113260925121378389</id><published>2005-11-21T16:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T16:40:51.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Careful What You Pray For...</title><summary type='text'>I was in church yesterday morning and I said a little prayer.  I have been getting all kinds of compliments for the work I've been doing both at school and for the PTO.  So my prayer was to basically keep me humble.Father read the Gospel and started his sermon.  "We need to learn Humility.  We pray for the Lord to keep us humble in times like these.  But be careful if you pray this prayer because</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113260925121378389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113260925121378389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113260925121378389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113260925121378389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2005/11/be-careful-what-you-pray-for.html' title='Be Careful What You Pray For...'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113249756646062067</id><published>2005-11-20T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T09:45:07.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do You Know About Marshmallows?</title><summary type='text'>I was having a "Full Freaky Friday". Yeah, that's what I call the day before a Full Moon. This really happened on Wednesday, but then my saying would lack alliteration and sound funny...So, I had a parent filling in for my Assistant on Wed. She used to be a teacher herself and we worked together beautifully. I seem to have gotten the reputation of being "the messy teacher" and today was no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113249756646062067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113249756646062067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113249756646062067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113249756646062067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-do-you-know-about-marshmallows.html' title='What Do You Know About Marshmallows?'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113218177065964099</id><published>2005-11-16T17:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T17:56:15.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to throw up....I'd just move ...</title><summary type='text'>or sue or sue then move...something.  We've got to stand up people...read on.Here's the link if you'd rather read it from the horse's mouth....9th Circuit 'Declares War' on Parental Rightsby Pete Winn, associate editorUltraliberal court makes outrageous ruling which dismisses the right of parents to challenge what their children are taught.A three-judge panel of the 9th Circuit U.S. Court of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113218177065964099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113218177065964099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113218177065964099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113218177065964099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-want-to-throw-upid-just-move.html' title='I want to throw up....I&apos;d just move ...'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113201448706730901</id><published>2005-11-14T15:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T19:28:07.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Act of Conscience? Or not...</title><summary type='text'>I hit a car in the parking lot this weekend and left.........a note!  Got ya.  Seriously though...I did...leave a note that is.  It was a crowed mall parking lot on Saturday and I was with Mom and J-man #2.  I of course, was meeting the Hubs (right behind me) with number #1 son and tried to pull into a space that was too narrow for my van.  I crunched the bumper as I was almost in the spot. Damn.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113201448706730901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113201448706730901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113201448706730901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113201448706730901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2005/11/act-of-conscience-or-not.html' title='Act of Conscience? Or not...'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113191034629608324</id><published>2005-11-13T14:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T14:32:26.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where'd It Go Mommy?</title><summary type='text'>Had a blast Friday night in Petroville.  Momma K threw a big ol' bash at the Ritz for her hubby's 35th.  We learned to play Texas Hold 'em and funny thing about funny money...every time I ran out...the dealer kept giving me more!  Makes losing a whole lot less painful!!  We dranks lot's o' vino and ate yummy food.  Momma K looked totally hot...not that she doesn't normally in her jazzercise wear,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113191034629608324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113191034629608324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113191034629608324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113191034629608324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2005/11/whered-it-go-mommy.html' title='Where&apos;d It Go Mommy?'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113174221188427361</id><published>2005-11-11T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T15:50:11.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Does the time Go?</title><summary type='text'>I don't know how long I can keep up this pace.  Things need to slow down soon or I might just konk out.  Today was the first day I haven't had to set foot out of the house.  I clean my bathroom with a sponge on my hands and knees...did 6 loads of laundry dusted all the shelving upstairs, cleaned out the boys closets and dressers, washed and changed all the sheets, washed walls and I'm still not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113174221188427361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113174221188427361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113174221188427361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113174221188427361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2005/11/where-does-time-go.html' title='Where Does the time Go?'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113130899751077051</id><published>2005-11-06T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T15:32:43.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We cannot always build the future for our youth, but we can build our youth for the future.</title><summary type='text'>So said ~Franklin D. Roosevelt 32nd president of US (1882 - 1945) and I believe him.I'm doing something right and here's how I know...Yesterday was to begin with a mad dash to the store to exchange some clothes, J-man #2 in tow, while the hubs took J-man #1 to a local boy scout event. They were supposed to deliver bags to houses in our area to collect food for the needy for Thanksgiving. We were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113130899751077051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113130899751077051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113130899751077051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113130899751077051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2005/11/we-cannot-always-build-future-for-our.html' title='We cannot always build the future for our youth, but we can build our youth for the future.'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113090094982933409</id><published>2005-11-02T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T22:10:48.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love Story</title><summary type='text'>I will seek and find you...I shall take you to bed and have my way with you.I will make you ache, shake and sweat until you moan and groan.I will make you beg for mercy, beg for me to stop.I will exhaust you to the point that you will be relieved when I'm finished with you.And, when I am finished with you, you will be weak for days.All my love,The FluNow, stop dreaming and go get your flu shot!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113090094982933409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113090094982933409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113090094982933409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113090094982933409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2005/11/love-story.html' title='A Love Story'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113072288487020427</id><published>2005-10-31T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T20:43:36.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the Candy Hoarding Ensue!</title><summary type='text'>HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!Be safe everyone...remember to watch out for the little buggers! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113072288487020427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113072288487020427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113072288487020427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113072288487020427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2005/10/let-candy-hoarding-ensue.html' title='Let the Candy Hoarding Ensue!'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113061836164127408</id><published>2005-10-29T16:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T17:32:19.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Done!!!</title><summary type='text'>I actually came home from J-man's soccer game to day to NO MESSAGES on my phone. Blissfully quiet around here... I'm freezing my a$$ off...but it's quiet. Last night was a huge success funwise...maybe not so much moneywise...but all went very smoothly. My lovely friend Lisa from Design-a-Blog has been busily designing some festive skins for me this week while all my craziness is happening so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113061836164127408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113061836164127408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113061836164127408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113061836164127408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-done.html' title='It&apos;s Done!!!'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-113002493269404583</id><published>2005-10-22T19:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T19:48:52.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hack..cough...gag!</title><summary type='text'>Ever notice how any emotion can be defined by "choking"? When you're sad, you get "choked up", when you're scared it feels as if someone is "choking you", when you're angry you want to "choke someone". When you're excited or happy ...well okay, maybe no choking issues there but you get the picture. Everyone here in the past week, EXCEPT me, has been choking in some fashion. The Hubs had strep and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/113002493269404583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=113002493269404583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113002493269404583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/113002493269404583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2005/10/hackcoughgag.html' title='Hack..cough...gag!'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-112923126346033557</id><published>2005-10-13T14:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T15:21:03.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn I'm good...</title><summary type='text'>my stress was for not.  I am embarrassed to say, that I was a victim of hearsay.  I finally decided to stop listening to all the gossip and go straight to the horses mouth.  I asked the principal what the meeting was about today.  She told me these two women were coming to talk to her about and afterschool program!!  Not boycotting the fundraisers!  AAACCKK!I was so embarrassed and felt really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112923126346033557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=112923126346033557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/112923126346033557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/112923126346033557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2005/10/damn-im-good.html' title='Damn I&apos;m good...'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-112908360546410295</id><published>2005-10-11T21:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T22:27:21.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Going to Implode...or say something really horrible..</title><summary type='text'>just don't piss me off!! I'm a very patient person. I will do anything you "ask" me to ...but "tell" me and my defenses go up. Pick a fight and I will win...not without a lot of tears and blood shed first though.Did I mention I'm PTO President this year? Yeah, well, it never ceases to amaze me the lengths people will go to to prove their way is the right way or the best way or the only way.For </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112908360546410295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=112908360546410295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/112908360546410295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/112908360546410295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-going-to-implodeor-say-something.html' title='I&apos;m Going to Implode...or say something really horrible..'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-112899085119169457</id><published>2005-10-10T19:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T20:34:11.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News...Bad News</title><summary type='text'>I'm an optimist so I'll start with the bad news first.Bad News:  My friend Scott's mom lost her battle with cancer this weekend.Good News:  She's finally at peace.Bad News: My car failed inspectionGood News:  I'm getting new brakes.Bad News:  The Halloween Festival is only 2 weeks away and I'm hyperventilating.Good News:  I found someone to do our Haunted House!Bad News:  We spent 4 hours in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112899085119169457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=112899085119169457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/112899085119169457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/112899085119169457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2005/10/good-newsbad-news.html' title='Good News...Bad News'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-112877584228371060</id><published>2005-10-08T08:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T16:33:15.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed?</title><summary type='text'>Apparently, I'm not terribly. Got these an email recently and from what I can tell via snopes and urban legend research, they're the real deal. Take it for what you will. I just thought it was cool.The pictures attached are used to test the level of stress a person can handle. One teacher said, "I felt like they were all moving...but slowly. Kind of like, they were breathing." The slower the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112877584228371060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=112877584228371060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/112877584228371060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/112877584228371060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2005/10/stressed.html' title='Stressed?'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-112871164947852549</id><published>2005-10-07T14:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T15:00:49.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fall</title><summary type='text'>Check this out especially if you're a prankster and like to mess with people's "heads" ;0)Happy Fall Harvest and plenty o' Pumpkin pickin's to ya!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112871164947852549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=112871164947852549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/112871164947852549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/112871164947852549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-fall.html' title='Happy Fall'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-112854682167291307</id><published>2005-10-05T17:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T17:14:49.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is it....</title><summary type='text'>that if you have a great class...your kids are really good. And if you have a bad class...you're a bad teacher?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112854682167291307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=112854682167291307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/112854682167291307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/112854682167291307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2005/10/why-is-it.html' title='Why is it....'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-112839107677307101</id><published>2005-10-04T00:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T21:58:02.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks!!</title><summary type='text'>To everyone who came to my party!! It was the most purplelicious day I've ever had! Monty even wrote me a poem: She gave me a choice of a gift...a car...cash or a thoughtful greeting...and of course I chose the *ahem* thoughtful greeting and here it is!:)Happy 29th +9 Birthday!And now, a birthday limerick for you.*ahem*On the day of her 38th yearThe Millersville Mom we did cheerHer kids we got </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112839107677307101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=112839107677307101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/112839107677307101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/112839107677307101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2005/10/thanks.html' title='Thanks!!'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-112821083682767845</id><published>2005-10-02T07:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T09:15:42.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday...Again...This Time To....</title><summary type='text'>ME! It's a Plum Crazy Party Day in Millersville.  Wanna join?  Hoss, you can wear orange ;0)  I'm on the 9th anniversary of my 29th birthday..I figure this way I'll never have to turn 40. I found this birthday calendar that tells you all kinds of interesting things about the day you were born. Here's mine:You entered: 10/2/1967Your date of conception was on or about 9 January 1967.( Parents </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112821083682767845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=112821083682767845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/112821083682767845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/112821083682767845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-birthdayagainthis-time-to.html' title='Happy Birthday...Again...This Time To....'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-112812523202599753</id><published>2005-10-01T07:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T23:14:41.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who's Havin' A Birthday Today?</title><summary type='text'> To a very special guy...He's 75 years young and still full life, love, spit and fire. Don't mess with him or he might just eat you! He'll make you laugh, cry, pee in your pants and spit nails, but if you help him "make his pile" he'll probably pay for your burial plot. Run on over to his place and give him a big ol' sloppy wet kiss and slap on the cheeks ;0) Love ya Hoss!! Hope you have 75 more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112812523202599753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=112812523202599753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/112812523202599753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/112812523202599753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2005/10/guess-whos-havin-birthday-today.html' title='Guess Who&apos;s Havin&apos; A Birthday Today?'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-112808685577896345</id><published>2005-09-30T08:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T09:27:35.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Stuff...</title><summary type='text'>Seems like I have about 2 hours of "free time" a day anymore.  The problem is, it's after my kids go to bed and I'm usually exhausted.  So, the way I see it I have to make a choice, do work which is never ending,  spend time with the hubs which has been an easy choice since he's been out of town more than not lately, watch tv (thank whomever invented Tivo!), read blogs, post a blog or go to bed.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112808685577896345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=112808685577896345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/112808685577896345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/112808685577896345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2005/09/life-stuff.html' title='Life Stuff...'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-112777775685921139</id><published>2005-09-27T07:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T15:51:17.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another classic...</title><summary type='text'>Today I had asked J-man #2 come clean up his trains. Several times...finally I walked into the room where he was sitting and he looked at me with a scowled face."What up? Didn't you hear me? I asked you to come clean up your trains."*sigh* "Yes, but mommy...I don't think that's a good choice."I died laughing and went to pick up the trains myself. This time. ;0)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112777775685921139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=112777775685921139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/112777775685921139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/112777775685921139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2005/09/another-classic.html' title='Another classic...'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-112766642250987722</id><published>2005-09-25T12:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T12:40:22.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS....</title><summary type='text'>is the pile of catalogs that came in the mail on Friday!Christmas is coming the goose is getting fat.... AHHHHHHH!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112766642250987722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=112766642250987722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/112766642250987722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/112766642250987722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2005/09/this.html' title='THIS....'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-112741395577106433</id><published>2005-09-22T14:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T14:34:24.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grammar ...Shmammer!</title><summary type='text'>But first....Sorry I didn't post yesterday...the last two times I've tried to post anything...blogger was "Closed"!!!There is very little I can't tolerate when it comes to my kids and I am infinitely more patient when it comes to other people's children. BUT..you knew that was coming didn't you? I. can't. stand. babytalk!! My son says Yewwow (yellow) and wowwipop (lollipop) you get the idea, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112741395577106433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=112741395577106433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/112741395577106433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/112741395577106433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2005/09/grammar-shmammer.html' title='Grammar ...Shmammer!'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10607991.post-112691603964937007</id><published>2005-09-20T20:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T15:48:50.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OH NO!!  It's official...</title><summary type='text'>J-man #2...you know the self-proclaimed "big boy" at 3? Told me this yesterday..."Mom! I opened the door and smashed my toe on the corner and it really hurts!""Oh, honey come here, let me kiss it and make it better."I grab said foot and give him a big Mwah! smooch.."But mom, kissing it won't make it better. I need a bandaid."I think my heart's broken. *sniff*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/feeds/112691603964937007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10607991&amp;postID=112691603964937007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/112691603964937007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10607991/posts/default/112691603964937007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millers-adayinthelife.blogspot.com/2005/09/oh-no-its-official.html' title='OH NO!!  It&apos;s official...'/><author><name>J&amp;amp;J&amp;#39;s Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16238981217783805251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_N-fhPqY0SzE/SLgzbuhZbWI/AAAAAAAAAN8/WUXFVznzYdM/s1600-R/r403.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
