<?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-6505883685496314758</id><updated>2012-01-15T19:35:34.989-07:00</updated><category term='Summer'/><category term='Gambling'/><category term='Party'/><category term='Hair'/><category term='Bachelor'/><category term='bangs'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Celebrities'/><category term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/ShSm_g3ASeI/AAAAAAAAAFI/98ubMCBINuM/s200/100_3541.JPG'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Idaho'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='Wine'/><category term='Beer'/><category term='Montana'/><category term='Parents'/><category term='Pike&apos;s Place'/><category term='Seattle'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Horses'/><category term='Spring'/><category term='School'/><category term='Childhood'/><category term='Brother'/><category term='Wedding'/><category term='Starbucks'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Concert'/><category term='Fish'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='television'/><category term='Maid of Honor'/><category term='Seafair'/><category term='Flowers'/><category term='Griz'/><category term='Basketball'/><category term='Baseball'/><category term='Church'/><category term='Potatoes'/><category term='Pumpkins'/><category term='Hot'/><category term='Best Friend'/><category term='Blue Angels'/><category term='Anniversary'/><category term='Kenny Chesney'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Fall'/><category term='Football'/><category term='City'/><category term='Karaoke'/><category term='Oktoberfest'/><title type='text'>Erin Miller - My Life</title><subtitle type='html'>A collection of stories from my life as they happen.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>112</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-6838751044570275868</id><published>2011-11-14T21:31:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T22:41:36.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cooking is a scary word</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am blessed. Blessed with a roommate that loves to cook (and is darn good at it too). We have a non-contractual agreement that she cooks dinner and I clean up afterwards. I will pop my head into the kitchen to chat and refill my wine glass while she slaves over the stove preparing a delicious meal for us BOTH to enjoy. I am super grateful for her cooking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the inevitable happened, she went on a vacation. Leaving me home alone for 4 whole days to feed myself. Lost and confused, the first night I traveled back in time to my "college cooking" and prepared a sad meal of cheese melted between a tortilla shell via the mircrowave. After 15 minutes of eating this pathetic meal, I was still hungry. Weird. I topped off my night's dining with a bowl of frosted mini wheats. The roomie would be disappointed. Night 2 was a little better, I bought a frozen California Kitchen Pizza and a bottle of wine. At least this meal had a theme. We'll call it Italian.  Night 3 I skipped dinner all together. I had a big burrito from a man in a van named Jose for lunch. Don't worry, it was legit (I think). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was brought to my attention by a loved love that this was my opportunity to rise to the occasion of cooking. Prove it to myself that I wasn't a complete loser in the kitchen and prepare an actual meal for myself, all by myself. Feeling motivated from this pep talk, on day 4 I cooked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The decided meal for me to tackle was 2 fold. How ambitious, go big or go, uh, out of the kitchen. Boyfriend helped me pick a meal that was still in my league. Settled over an email, Breaded'n Baked Zucchini Chips and Garden Fresh Lasagna would be my dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pretended like I had gotten a killer work-out in before heading to the local QFC, meaning I took off my make-up, put on work-out clothes, and went to the store appearing to have just hit the gym. Even if it was a lie, it made all the calories I was soon to consume seem justifiable. I found my victims (groceries) which took way longer than it should have. Multiple trips down the same aisle. Bellevue housewives were judging. Whatever, I just worked out and that was my cool down lap. Finally I was homeward bound for an adventure in the kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One final text of encouragement and I was off...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IogGbpfL4x0/TsHrvTt8grI/AAAAAAAAAkw/nBRn56xgsJU/s400/dinner1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675076203442897586" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--ih0JRuIWRY/TsHrvjJu7PI/AAAAAAAAAk8/tH16ppqUgGk/s400/dinner2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675076207585979634" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cooking meat is scary. I feel like there are so many unwritten rules when it comes to cooking meat, poltry, etc. You have to get the right temp/color/moisture. Some meats don't require cooking all the way, others it is mandatory. And god forbid the thing is frozen, I will be completely lost on where to start. Luckily, tonight's dinner called for ground beef, which I remember my mother saying, you must cook all the way. No pink. Ok, got it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pchKztzeZhY/TsHr5s57tuI/AAAAAAAAAl4/T9ryDjGREQE/s400/dinner6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675076382002755298" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I doubt I am alone when I say that having a glass of wine while cooking is a must. It eased my nerves. Also to avoid picking at the meal while it was cooking, I enjoyed some bread dipped into evoo (*please note my trendy use of cooking terms) and balsamic. Who am I kidding, I had bread because I love carbs. The bread and oil alone could have been a satisfactory meal for "day-1-of-missing-roommate's-cooking Erin", but this wasn't the case tonight for "food-network-motivated Erin".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PTQDTyv1JiQ/TsHrwHFMKWI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/96Xjr86HztI/s400/dinner4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675076217230600546" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see that very large knife, well I managed to use it with injuring myself. Another personal feat tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 369px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RerGzs6hm78/TsHrv56nT-I/AAAAAAAAAlI/mE3VFL-bfRU/s400/dinner3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675076213696581602" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came to a conclusion during my time spent in the kitchen. I am a very "organized" cooker. I like to pre-measure everything out well before it is needed, as if I were on a cooking show or something. I spent way too much time making all my slices of zucchini, bell pepper, tomato symmetrical. The only thought getting me through this dinner was "it is just following directions, I can follow directions", oh and my stomach growling. I also found that I practice the technique of "clean as you go". Must be the years of being the cleaner-up-er in me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eNP01NrFRAs/TsHrwAgHl2I/AAAAAAAAAlg/MKJA_wyZpBw/s400/dinner5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675076215464499042" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breading is a very difficult and a messy experience. That is all I am going to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After much work, probably more than this particular meal would require from a season pro in the kitchen (if you are one of those, please be kind to this post), it was complete.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1HlD3e-Icak/TsHr58KXJLI/AAAAAAAAAmI/JYDcyn5ZjMg/s400/dinner7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675076386098193586" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TA DA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cO1f8hXZn5I/TsHr6KZXs5I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/7vJupYy79Zo/s400/dinner8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675076389919241106" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To my surprise it was quite tasty. I ate the whole thing. I even have left overs (2 points for self control). It was a tough few days on the lack of roommate's cooking front, but I think this come from behind game winning meal totally redeemed myself. Who knows... maybe I will prepare a meal for my roommate in the near future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-6838751044570275868?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/6838751044570275868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2011/11/cooking-is-scary-word.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/6838751044570275868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/6838751044570275868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2011/11/cooking-is-scary-word.html' title='cooking is a scary word'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IogGbpfL4x0/TsHrvTt8grI/AAAAAAAAAkw/nBRn56xgsJU/s72-c/dinner1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-7124845755637663670</id><published>2011-10-25T23:28:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T09:31:52.486-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concert'/><title type='text'>Rave</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Dubstep (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Wikipedia:IPA for English" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:IPA_for_English"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Wikipedia:IPA for English" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:IPA_for_English#Key"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ˈ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Wikipedia:IPA for English" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:IPA_for_English#Key"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Wikipedia:IPA for English" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:IPA_for_English#Key"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ʌ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Wikipedia:IPA for English" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:IPA_for_English#Key"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Wikipedia:IPA for English" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:IPA_for_English#Key"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Wikipedia:IPA for English" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:IPA_for_English#Key"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Wikipedia:IPA for English" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:IPA_for_English#Key"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ɛ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Wikipedia:IPA for English" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:IPA_for_English#Key"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="Wikipedia:IPA for English" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:IPA_for_English"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;) is a genre of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Electronic dance music" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Electronic_dance_music"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;electronic dance music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt; that originated in south &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="London" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/London"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;, England. Its overall sound has been described as "tightly coiled productions with overwhelming bass lines and reverberant drum patterns, clipped samples, and occasional vocals".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Or as I like to call it "Bass in your Face".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I am currently sitting at my lovely remote desk listening to the walls and pipes shake as artist, Skrillex gets down on his electronic toys. This type of show is know in the industry has a "rave". However, it is not P.C. to call it this, as the term "Rave" has negative meaning. Rather we are supposed to call it an "Electronic Music Concert". Now doesn't that just roll of the tongue nicely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Electronic Music Concert" seems like something a family of five might go to see, complete with popcorn refreshments, light show, and warm fuzzy entertainment. Well don't let the million dollar phrase fool you. It is an in your face dance party. The beat will still be pounding through your head and chest the next day (and for these weekday Ravers, at school/work).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;What does one wear to a "EMC"? Nothing would be a close guess. Maybe it is because they know they will be dancing up a storm and don't care to fuss with the pesty sweat marks, or maybe it is an unspoken competiton to our skank the next. Other very popular items include glitter, glow sticks, and neon under garmets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 302px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667679054930862178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--HAakBe75NM/TqekEmITYGI/AAAAAAAAAkk/wznGjtyVbKU/s400/rave.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Clearly, I rave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-7124845755637663670?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/7124845755637663670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2011/10/rave.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/7124845755637663670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/7124845755637663670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2011/10/rave.html' title='Rave'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--HAakBe75NM/TqekEmITYGI/AAAAAAAAAkk/wznGjtyVbKU/s72-c/rave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-3610839394627205430</id><published>2011-10-16T23:31:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T00:00:07.829-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pumpkins'/><title type='text'>Pumpkinpalooza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who doesn't love the changing of seasons? My favorite season shift is summer to fall. You can't beat orange leaves, pumpkin spice lattes, boots, and a chill in the air. To celebrate autumn, be had a pumpkin carving party, later titled pumpkinpalooza. While football played on the boob tube, we enjoyed some of the season's finer activities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BKbJS5M-g18/TpvBUrN-lbI/AAAAAAAAAjU/WMEM9ygZREQ/s400/H%2526H.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664333517291427250" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;complete with a local Seattle band spinning on vinyl&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Myrissa, my new roomie, put together a homemade, no recipe, beef stew. She is an amazing cook, with much credit due to my "supervising" of the operations. When offering to help, she kindly lets me know that "she's got it".  How could I argue with that delicious smell filling the apartment. I let her do her thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RjOzGa_tAyM/TpvBUc99rQI/AAAAAAAAAjI/9y28PIuMwJU/s400/Stew.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664333513466162434" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Here is Ms. Krug hard at work on that stew.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After putting the stew in my crock-pot, which has gotten 4 times the use since moving in with a varsity chef (in other words, she has cooked 4 meals in it), we all loaded up and headed out to the pumpkin patch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YX1dXGwhblQ/TpvApqJXlYI/AAAAAAAAAi0/dYQJn0LrYhQ/s400/farm1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664332778269283714" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Our spin on American Gothic&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 358px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fh-YLJ5LYjA/TpvApq_TTfI/AAAAAAAAAio/jO5yE5dHlQw/s400/farm2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664332778495495666" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Much happier than the original&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jiRPt2CUXB4/TpvApWbtmbI/AAAAAAAAAig/bEP6By39YWw/s400/animals.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664332772977514930" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We petted the animals. And for 25 cents you could feed them a handful of, uh, stuff...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-POC-B4BAxoI/TpvApZTFdPI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/wSBqWFntruM/s400/squash.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664332773746636018" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;gourds galore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 388px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A88A3nCum2w/TpvAJ5SiQpI/AAAAAAAAAiI/nsaNk6ypff4/s400/scarecrow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664332232578450066" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;what a happy little friend family&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TZXC_C4hLhk/TpvAJmu1WFI/AAAAAAAAAh4/9AVpKoVvLIs/s400/picking.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664332227596867666" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the selection process was not taken lightly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xteSNRdUxXE/TpvAJmYQNxI/AAAAAAAAAhs/mc5Ek7NPt_k/s400/patch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664332227502159634" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;look at all them pumpkins&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 385px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ylsSSefRKeI/Tpu_eh7m1TI/AAAAAAAAAhc/VRr2sbtum7s/s400/riss%2Band%2Blinds.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664331487573890354" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;found the one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HPXBe6uip-s/Tpu_eeX5SiI/AAAAAAAAAhU/yBIQ5Aw8dyI/s400/cutting%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664331486618798626" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lWkhYs9R55A/Tpu_d_sbP9I/AAAAAAAAAhI/UDwyxmH8HwU/s400/cutting%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664331478383411154" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HPXTcJ3O4RI/Tpu_dst_wMI/AAAAAAAAAg8/MbrHbNyAkrg/s400/cutting%2B3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664331473289724098" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rWS6wFhh_ms/Tpu_GA21ywI/AAAAAAAAAgo/cUxOOrCalOg/s400/pumpkins%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664331066378668802" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and behold, the final products&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WfBw6P49O0U/Tpu_F0OtsdI/AAAAAAAAAgg/ZN0rCvAD92E/s400/pumpkins%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664331062989140434" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;this is my french pumpkin, Pierre&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5l2SSi9_Zto/Tpu_F-6Jg2I/AAAAAAAAAgY/0ocHFQmB6B4/s400/treats.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664331065855673186" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;harvest treats&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-3610839394627205430?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/3610839394627205430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2011/10/pumpkinpalooza.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/3610839394627205430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/3610839394627205430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2011/10/pumpkinpalooza.html' title='Pumpkinpalooza'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BKbJS5M-g18/TpvBUrN-lbI/AAAAAAAAAjU/WMEM9ygZREQ/s72-c/H%2526H.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-9085850457917879931</id><published>2011-04-07T20:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T21:11:50.771-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bangs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair'/><title type='text'>A Bang Dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After much back and forth between what is one of the hardest decisions a girl will probably have to make in her life time, I decided to get bangs. This is not my first experience with this seemingly cute and easy structure on my forehead. I had bangs for a majority of my college experience. That is why I can confidently say there is an intense science behind them. Short, long, full, swiped, tappered, etc.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GE_B8TiKkQ/TZ5440_vLpI/AAAAAAAAAf4/G4jnluOZtm8/s400/With%2BBangs.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593040704934719122" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been quite enjoying the new do. Getting a few complements on them. One nice gentleman told me that my "bangs are bangin". Then after a some time had past with the bangs I decided to pull them back one day (they are so versatile).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yDnnLd3c6Mg/TZ544mjTOrI/AAAAAAAAAfg/hjks9XY0icw/s400/hair%2Bback.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593040701057350322" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I went to the mirror to admire my hair (think Snow White's evil queen), when I noticed something that was less than fairest of them all. I spotted a stage 2 UNIBROW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--CrDjKLDHZA/TZ544yByH-I/AAAAAAAAAfw/KMIz0ytFh9Q/s400/up%2Bclose.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593040704137994210" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How could this have happened? I normally consider myself a pretty well groom lady. How could I let that gab between my eyes coming like my neighbors lawn? And then it dawned on me. The new hair cut was hiding my eyebrows! The vail was allowing these pesky hairs to grow unplucked without me even noticing. Sneaky eyebrows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S6YAJxgea5Q/TZ544pUETSI/AAAAAAAAAfo/aCsWrm-w4WE/s400/Nooooo.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593040701798763810" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shamed to have been so fooled, I took vengeance on the unibrow. Mercy less plucking. Moral of the story is, while bangs are often fun, cute and playful, don't doubt that they are hiding some scary (hairy) secrets underneath. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-9085850457917879931?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/9085850457917879931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2011/04/bang-dilemma.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/9085850457917879931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/9085850457917879931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2011/04/bang-dilemma.html' title='A Bang Dilemma'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4GE_B8TiKkQ/TZ5440_vLpI/AAAAAAAAAf4/G4jnluOZtm8/s72-c/With%2BBangs.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-3985538458441654413</id><published>2011-03-27T23:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T23:17:35.527-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seattle'/><title type='text'>Sunny Commute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;There really is nothing better than a sunny day in Seattle. Here is some footage of my morning commute to work on such a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e17fc2c35e526a09" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De17fc2c35e526a09%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330125703%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3FECD5F442F997FCBFC55BAFE4F34EF58A7D446A.44CADEFE83C0736F1751CB6B3D8F39B9554BB69E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De17fc2c35e526a09%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjT2aUI9cEvw1D5vosuCxA_TvSQY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De17fc2c35e526a09%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330125703%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3FECD5F442F997FCBFC55BAFE4F34EF58A7D446A.44CADEFE83C0736F1751CB6B3D8F39B9554BB69E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De17fc2c35e526a09%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjT2aUI9cEvw1D5vosuCxA_TvSQY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-3985538458441654413?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/3985538458441654413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2011/03/sunny-commute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/3985538458441654413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/3985538458441654413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2011/03/sunny-commute.html' title='Sunny Commute'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-1501672795564603345</id><published>2011-03-14T10:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T10:17:32.076-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Music Monday 3.14.11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Music Monday... Here we go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KHhEBqRTXdk"&gt;Go Outside - Cults&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h3S4dBk4E1g"&gt;We No Speak Americano - Yolanda Be Cool &amp;amp; Dcup&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yKK4bgecVOo"&gt;Don't Wait - The Duke Spirit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LJ1TGlpCUKA"&gt;Wreckin' Bar (Ra Ra Ra) - The Vaccines&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nsrygut8X6U"&gt;Sunshine - Rye Rye Ft. M.I.A.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AKwZSoIrAnY"&gt;Never Come Around - La Sera&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iHkP9zRyD88"&gt;Stars - Warpaint&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PJrDbc94XgA"&gt;Am I Real? - Nite Jewel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vnrB3UEoZDc"&gt;Runner Ups - Kurt Vile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aS-US083k-0"&gt;While I Shovel the Snow - The Walkmen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DqrYtmHp57M"&gt;Life Magazine - Cold Cave&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1An2pjS4mKE"&gt;Half Asleep - School of Seven Bells&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cmjEewiUciw"&gt;100 Other Lovers - DeVotchka&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ob6kXOGfHPE"&gt;Airplanes - Local Natives&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iUs6F1b62UY"&gt;End of the Night - Smith Westerns&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6oUx6wGCekM"&gt;Massage Situation - Flying Lotus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ebqr_0vPc4"&gt;We Turn It Up - Oh Land&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turning Around - Wages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1PorW3y5n1w"&gt;Something Good Can Work - Two Door Cinema Club&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oFdX7B2BjH0"&gt;Gold Guns Girls (Acoustic) - Metric&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qR6RBm0P16I"&gt;Helena Beat - Foster the People&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Care (Like You) - James Blake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZdtF4SnsEA8"&gt;Come Come - Hot As Sun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-1501672795564603345?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/1501672795564603345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2011/03/music-monday-31411.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/1501672795564603345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/1501672795564603345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2011/03/music-monday-31411.html' title='Music Monday 3.14.11'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-6221368796979749226</id><published>2011-02-08T09:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T10:05:55.078-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Music Monday 2.8 (err Tuesday)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Once again, an apologize is in needed. But I am back, with vengeance, and a day late. Enjoy this new music beat down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BW9Fzwuf43c"&gt;Hometown Glory - Adele&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FiDE_Pyca28"&gt;Changes - Stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yOFxb0F2F2A"&gt;Elephants - Warpaint&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5FJO6b8GL3M"&gt;Right Thru Me - Nicki Minaj&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qppD62cbKYA"&gt;Ghosts - The Hundred in the Hands&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=32udqal_lyQ"&gt;Not In Love (Ft. Robert Smith) - Crystal Castles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Need You Now - Cut Copy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TM6TCGltfHM"&gt;Bang Bang Bang - Mark Ronson &amp;amp; The Business Intl.&lt;/a&gt;  **Epic Music Video**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SDTZ7iX4vTQ"&gt;Pumped up Kicks - Foster the People&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ghZt2cILcCU"&gt;Marry Me - Train&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q2JjJPDz3EE"&gt;From the Morning - Nick Drake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G0BHLPlidI4"&gt;Ambling Alp - Yeasayer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ufBgSvtpzbM"&gt;Yeah Yeah - Sam Means&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PoIiT8OoGF0"&gt;For All Your Sins - The Dig&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-6221368796979749226?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/6221368796979749226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2011/02/music-monday-28-err-tuesday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/6221368796979749226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/6221368796979749226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2011/02/music-monday-28-err-tuesday.html' title='Music Monday 2.8 (err Tuesday)'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-3905780147750519164</id><published>2010-12-13T19:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T19:49:38.439-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Music Monday 12.13</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g05AE0S4fMs"&gt;The Bomb – Young Pony Club&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wvzQqCIBv5w"&gt;Sinking In – Twilight Sleep&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zcrSc93APa4"&gt;State of Our Affairs – Mt. Desolation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BMkqbY0oGKQ"&gt;Undertow – Warpaint&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zfcHq0hhFWg"&gt;Half Full Glass of Wine – Tame Impala&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G5RzpPrOd-4"&gt;Helicopter – Deerhunter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UBsJ09RhqZw"&gt;I Only Know (What I Know Now) – James Blake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qm4JkPchM6Q"&gt;The Passenger – Stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BQj_MH9oYHY"&gt;Huffy Ten Speed – Body Language&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-UFiL84ZN7g"&gt;Take me to the Riot - Stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-3905780147750519164?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/3905780147750519164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/12/music-monday-1213.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/3905780147750519164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/3905780147750519164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/12/music-monday-1213.html' title='Music Monday 12.13'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-2941808945381170547</id><published>2010-12-06T14:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T15:32:36.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Music Monday 12.6</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Extra long today, but extra good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uq4SB0zIzJc"&gt;Simple Girl - Dale Earnhardt Jr. Jr.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8PjoMx8mmJI"&gt;Heartbreaker – Girls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iu875cb4dDE"&gt;Made For Us – Mackintosh Braun&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o_h7RhayFYM"&gt;Down Underground – The Liminanas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JzNPU3vABxE"&gt;Towards the Sun - Alexi Murdoch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5WEs_E3zNzk"&gt;Blue Mind – Alexi Murdoch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EPng8o3zDqM"&gt;Through the Dark – Alexi Murdoch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2hWSzoWK9N8"&gt;We Live Underground – Lights On!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dYeGw-bo430"&gt;Make Me Wanna Die – The Pretty Reckless&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2kPnyWjL6MU"&gt;I Saw the Light – Spoon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QXFtbrSH4vQ"&gt;A Brittle Filament – The One AM Radio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f8fDERHtn78"&gt;Devils – Say Hi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jcCB223RV9U"&gt;November Was White, December Was Grey – Say Hi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uIUT0zo_KeE"&gt;Takes It Away – The 88&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aFI8CCNHKK8"&gt;Dance for Me – Pony Up!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rZ5PRjVe3dw"&gt;The Truth About Cats and Dogs (Is That They Die) – Pony Up!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ilike.com/artist/Anya+Marina/track/Cut+It+Out?src=onebox"&gt;Cut It Out – Anya Marina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iehTEuaa62E"&gt;Pumped up Kicks - Foster the People&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2zmkohus05A"&gt;All of the Lights – Kanye West&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9PBtzscxciw"&gt;Love Lost (Keljet Remix) – The Temper Trap&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/kesha?blend=1&amp;amp;ob=4"&gt;We R Who We R - Ke$ha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U0CGsw6h60k"&gt;What's My Name Ft. Drake - Rihanna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uu_zwdmz0hE"&gt;Barbra Streisand - Duck Sauce&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;enjoy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-2941808945381170547?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/2941808945381170547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/12/music-monday-126.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/2941808945381170547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/2941808945381170547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/12/music-monday-126.html' title='Music Monday 12.6'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-7805130230198443206</id><published>2010-11-23T21:01:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T22:18:29.375-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maid of Honor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best Friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>M.O.H.</title><content type='html'>Awww, weddings. Who doesn't love weddings? I know I have been a fan of the event ever since I first saw my mother in her own wedding gown (&lt;a href="http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-anniversary.html"&gt;picture shown in previous post&lt;/a&gt;). I have always been very passionate about all the details, logistics, and the execution of this sacred ceremony. And then I meet someone who was even more passionate than myself. That person is my best friend, Liz.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever since Liz and I were young girls making veils out of paper towel for our stuff animals, it obvious how important this day was going to be for us both and that it would be mandatory that we help each other with the other's wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The chain of events that happen after this childhood decision are as follows:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best friend meets boy, best friend and boy date, best friend and boy date for a long time, boy starts ring fund, best friend gets extremely excited about ring fund, best friend and boy take a trip to where they met, boy asks best friend a very big question, best friend says YES, wedding plans commence, I visit best friend, best friend's turn to ask a question, I excitedly accept invitation to be best friend's Maid of Honor, champagne bottles pop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have attended many weddings, been in a handful of ceremonies, and finally will be the Maid of Honor at the wedding I have been most excited for, second to my own. I am so thrilled to be involved, be given tasks, asked for advice, and mostly aid my best friend through this monumental event in her life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned for August 13, 2010.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-7805130230198443206?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/7805130230198443206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/11/moh.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/7805130230198443206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/7805130230198443206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/11/moh.html' title='M.O.H.'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-6660920016492843155</id><published>2010-11-22T18:02:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:13:50.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Music Monday 11.22</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;short week. short list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ona42jz8w0k"&gt;Monster - Kanye West&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UjDeHPvlELw"&gt;The End - Best Coast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AAM-5fGaHcs&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Boyfriend - Best Coast&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uALt1TaTG6Q"&gt;Butch - Saint Motel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ITOAtVwF5Wc&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;10 Mile Stereo - Beach House&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, the entire new Girl Talk album.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-6660920016492843155?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/6660920016492843155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/11/music-monday-1122.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/6660920016492843155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/6660920016492843155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/11/music-monday-1122.html' title='Music Monday 11.22'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-5717731760146485636</id><published>2010-11-19T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T12:15:16.032-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Virgin America</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I recently took a trip to visit my bestest best friend, Liz. I have begun to consider myself a frequent flyer with having taken over a hand full of plane trips during the 2010 year. Being a new condesure of traveling by air, I decided to try out Virgin Airlines. Ok, that is a lie. It was the cheapest flight to Los Angeles, but I was thrilled to book this flight and experience the unique trip.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And that it was, unique.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The check in station at the airport had somewhat of a retro hip coffee shop vibe to it, with indie music playing and friendly hipster attendant with black frame glasses asking if I need help with anything.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Once through the dreaded TSA inspection and at Gate A6, I found the red glamour of Virgin America to be warm and welcoming, but also had a status of elite value. They offered to check my carry on luggage for free, I in turn offered to be their best friend. The time came to board the big bird, or as it turned out to be, get into “the club”. The red velvet ropes and purple-blue track lights lead me to 8F where I rocked out (in my head) to the bumpin tunes that was playing on the overhead. I half way expected to be sitting next to Will.I.Am, but in turn shared the row with a 4 year, also named Aaron. Bet he still appreciates the Black Eyed Peas.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Each seat had a screen in the back of it with interactive activities you can participate in during the flight. I particularly loved the Google Maps, where I could watch the plane travel across Washington, Oregon, and down south through California. If not choosing to watch T.V, recent blockbusters, or even shop online, and instead watch a map for almost two hours is wrong, then I don’t want to be right.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A few other fun features I loved about this flight include, outlets below each seat to plus in devices, ordering drinks from the screen on your seat, the (surprisingly) entertaining safety video at the start, and the fact that I didn’t hate my life on this flight.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If I had it my way, I would fly Virgin American every time I travel. We would be inseparable. We would be like Sonnie and Cher, Erin and VA, as I would endearingly nickname my newest BFF.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately, with the exception of this trip, I have “wallet restrictions”. Some day, we will be able to fly off into the sunset together. Someday. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-5717731760146485636?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/5717731760146485636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/11/virgin-america.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/5717731760146485636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/5717731760146485636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/11/virgin-america.html' title='Virgin America'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-1738870634074171345</id><published>2010-11-15T16:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T16:47:17.743-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Music Monday 11.15</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T5SHOX6eomk"&gt;She's Long Gone - The Black Keys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JQSyS-ZvfQ4"&gt;Non of Dem (Ft. Royksopp) - Roybn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5VAzeSzuROw"&gt;Friends - Band of Skulls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fKL2prSqDQI"&gt;I Know What I Am - Band of Skulls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MdwueBQOQ5s"&gt;Dancing on my Own - Robyn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fZI6xAfkboc"&gt;World's End - Shapes of Race Cars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jvW9E2606Oc"&gt;Down by the Water - The Drums&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-1738870634074171345?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/1738870634074171345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/11/music-monday-1115.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/1738870634074171345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/1738870634074171345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/11/music-monday-1115.html' title='Music Monday 11.15'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-727764631480191793</id><published>2010-11-10T20:37:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T20:49:32.953-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>Halloweenie Oh Ten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This year for the festive fall holiday, I dressed up in one of my more creative last minute costumes. I was, drumroll please, a PEA POD. Yes, that is right, the green veggie you were forced to eat as a small child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/TNtnSdgWVAI/AAAAAAAAAfE/zZyrIWG0lK8/s400/Pea%2BPod.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538133733637772290" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the best part of this make shift costume is that when I danced the "peas" danced along too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/TNtnS-sfSRI/AAAAAAAAAfM/L4cOoIyuMxk/s400/DSCN0538.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538133742547061010" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-727764631480191793?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/727764631480191793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloweenie-oh-ten.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/727764631480191793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/727764631480191793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloweenie-oh-ten.html' title='Halloweenie Oh Ten'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/TNtnSdgWVAI/AAAAAAAAAfE/zZyrIWG0lK8/s72-c/Pea%2BPod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-6120537114805319256</id><published>2010-10-25T09:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T09:57:17.392-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Music Monday 10.25</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rudkeNEJk_s"&gt;Runaway - Kanye West&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LybIOf8XZXU&amp;amp;ob=av2n"&gt;Graveyard Girl - M83&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uLRnmQ-4Yp0"&gt;Rill Rill - Sleigh Bells&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-shACMaxUb0&amp;amp;ob=av2n"&gt;Ice Cream - New Young Pony Club&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mpaPBCBjSVc&amp;amp;ob=av2e"&gt;Tighten Up - The Black Keys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yb1oge5nHQk"&gt;The Eraser - Thom Yorke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mV0c0acyB1M"&gt;Olympic Airways - Foals&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-6120537114805319256?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/6120537114805319256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/10/music-monday-1025.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/6120537114805319256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/6120537114805319256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/10/music-monday-1025.html' title='Music Monday 10.25'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-8143451882471225101</id><published>2010-09-27T08:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T09:01:54.651-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Music Monday 9.27</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh Monday morning. Hoping this helps you kick start your work week.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=baNMHNblAMU"&gt;Whirring – The Joy Formidable&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j9rIHPvm5c0"&gt;9669 – The Joy Formidable&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ex7NFDXQoo"&gt;I’m in Here – Sia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q_9sd6kGRuk"&gt;Breathe Me – Sia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oa7JRuLEp-w"&gt;Tessellate – Tokyo Police Club&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jg5mvuD7ef0"&gt;Little House of Savages – The Walkmen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:Cambria;mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria;mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi; mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TpaDxSvBQKQ"&gt;Black Rice - Women&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-8143451882471225101?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/8143451882471225101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/09/music-monday-927.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/8143451882471225101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/8143451882471225101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/09/music-monday-927.html' title='Music Monday 9.27'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-1070281683593533942</id><published>2010-09-20T18:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T18:30:17.212-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Music Monday 9.20</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RPb2Biqk1eQ"&gt;To Be Alone with You – Sufjan Stevens&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OCcUXEC5_eU"&gt;Young Blood – The Naked and Famous&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GvgJEznqtms"&gt;Like a G6 – Far East Movement&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wPBbMbKSZrQ&amp;amp;ob=av2e"&gt;Radioactive – Kings of Leon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8TkEdskPj90"&gt;Cameras – Matt &amp;amp; Kim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h8GbxFjH7kc"&gt;Modern Man – Arcade Fire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=41R1jN26b4I"&gt;Nicest Thing – Kate Nash&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w3YBX0OfNzA&amp;amp;ob=av2e"&gt;Alligator – Tegan &amp;amp; Sara&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sleep – Azure Ray&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5iWxD0GZVVk&amp;amp;ob=av2e"&gt;Double Vision – 3OH!3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KOEleaHmKsE&amp;amp;feature=fvst"&gt;Little Bit – Lykke Li&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9thjgHGS38k"&gt;On Melancholy Hill - Gorillaz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-1070281683593533942?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/1070281683593533942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/09/music-monday-920.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/1070281683593533942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/1070281683593533942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/09/music-monday-920.html' title='Music Monday 9.20'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-883975863414944683</id><published>2010-09-20T10:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T11:16:47.369-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rewind (7.4.10)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica, serif; "&gt;My deepest apologizes for my blog hiatus. There was some serious complications with my computer being held hostage at Apple, lack of "personal" use for the work PC, and a tinkle bit of laziness on my part. But never you fear, I am back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's rewind, shall we...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I work a lot. So much that I actually worked every single day in June. That's right, not one day off. This intense work schedule has made me appreciate a day off more than any 9 to 5er could ever understand. So image my excitement to learn that I had not one, not two, but three days off over the 4th of July weekend. Filled with joy to not be on the clock for the whole long weekend, I began to explore my options of what to do with myself for this mini vacation. After discussing with my best friend Liz, I decided to head down to beautiful Los Angeles (again) for the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;I flew out on Friday after work, and got in rather late due to some sort of gate issue. Meet up with a whole welcoming group and headed back to Calabases for a relaxing night at Liz's.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we were up early and off to the baseball fields to get a scrimmage softball game in. It was hot out, which was a very nice change from the drab 50somethings it had been in Seattle. In fact, Liz got a funky tank top tab line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shagging some balls and putting up some big sticks we went and got some sushi to tide over our hunger. Yum yum yum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was spent at the beach getting a tan, playing pick up games of soccer, discovering wild marina life (aka jellyfish), and enjoying each other's company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/TJeRZkEoYfI/AAAAAAAAAeE/_bT_Brf-F5A/s400/DSCN0212.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519039736731689458" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:medium;"&gt;Sunday, Independence Day, was spent pool side at Liz's apartment building. We, and by we I mean "the boys", barbecued up hot dogs and hamburgers while us ladies worked on our tans. We had dancing and swimming, and a grand singing of our national anthem. I was a very proud American that day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/TJeRasssKdI/AAAAAAAAAeM/sd0wrxaGyvk/s400/DSCN0250.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519039756227062226" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:medium;"&gt;I unfortunately had to leave at 6am in the morning, which I have vowed to never book a flight that leaves that early ever again. It was wonderful catching up with the new friends I have made in California and of course with my bestie. All and all it was a fantastic way to spend my few days off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless America.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-883975863414944683?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/883975863414944683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/09/rewind-7410.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/883975863414944683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/883975863414944683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/09/rewind-7410.html' title='Rewind (7.4.10)'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/TJeRZkEoYfI/AAAAAAAAAeE/_bT_Brf-F5A/s72-c/DSCN0212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-2674419935344914860</id><published>2010-06-27T16:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T16:55:20.785-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Summers Past</title><content type='html'>This is the first summer of my life that isn't a vacation. It hasn't felt like any of the other 22 sunny seasons I lived through. It hasn't really felt like summer at all. Blame it on the extra long spring Seattle has been suffering, but in reality, I think it's because of what I like to call "the real world effect".&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The real world effect is the little pains and joys I am slowly learning about growing up and life outside of that of a student. All my life summer meant freedom, relaxing, and day after day fun. Now, it's just another work week. I am still trying to figure out where June went? Life is flying by so quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss being a kid. Summer when I was thirteen consisted of running through sprinklers, bike rides to go buy ice cream, and night games with the neighbor kids. Of course there was the dreaded "chores" we would be given, but even those don't seem so bad now. Summer was weekend get-aways with the fam, Camp Perkins with Liz, sleep-outs on the tramp, and daily adventures with Nate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My whole life I have been so excited to grow up, to be mature and adult. For the first time, this summer, I wish I was 13 again. So enjoy that ice cold lemonade, sunset stroll around the block, and Dad's burger hot off the grill for as long as you can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-2674419935344914860?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/2674419935344914860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/06/summers-past.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/2674419935344914860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/2674419935344914860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/06/summers-past.html' title='Summers Past'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-3983977272967379561</id><published>2010-06-11T00:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T00:34:23.868-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concert'/><title type='text'>Sass in Sasquatch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here is a video of our Sasquatch 2010 experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bef501f776e71853" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/06/sass-in-sasquatch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/3983977272967379561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/3983977272967379561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/06/sass-in-sasquatch.html' title='Sass in Sasquatch'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-3673295777706368552</id><published>2010-06-07T13:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T14:05:15.107-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Music Monday 6.7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Thirsty? Drink up the good music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=INgXzChwipY"&gt;There is a Light That Never Goes Out - The Smiths&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dJMXCXRRyas"&gt;Magic Ft. River Cuomo - B.o.B&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UvLUm105ZBQ"&gt;The Kids Ft. Janelle Monae - B.o.B&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RvY38j7JdCk"&gt;Sunshine - Atmosphere&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cy6iwP9Ux3A"&gt;Society - Eddie Vedder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QV8eiSA4vqc"&gt;Ghosts N Stuff - Deadmau5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h24_zoqu4_Q"&gt;Cupid Shuffle - Cupid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rjFaenf1T-Y"&gt;Home - Edward Sharpe &amp;amp; The Magnetic Zeros&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PGrx6etMl0w"&gt;Dog Days Are Over - Florence + The Machine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HRW7Ec6uPuw"&gt;Don't Think Twice, It's All Right - Eastern Conference Champions&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-3673295777706368552?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/3673295777706368552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/06/music-monday-67.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/3673295777706368552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/3673295777706368552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/06/music-monday-67.html' title='Music Monday 6.7'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-5131966064724305279</id><published>2010-06-06T15:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T16:04:32.448-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concert'/><title type='text'>Sasquatch 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/TAwR8lHNclI/AAAAAAAAAd0/8FW5cU1Sfxc/s400/DSCN0144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479774579055227474" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This Memorial Day weekend, I happened upon (free) tickets to the sold out music festival, Sasquatch. The annual concert was held at the beautiful Gorge Amphitheater, located in central Washington. My dear friend Tanya and I loaded up my car and headed East to catch some amazing Indie bands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/TAwR7XFctVI/AAAAAAAAAdk/eQLTK_zqbyw/s400/DSCN0113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479774558109873490" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here are the following bands that we got to see. Feel free to be jealous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Massive Attack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LCD Soundsystem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tegan and Sara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kid Cudi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Public Enemy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Local Natives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deadmau5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ween&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MGMT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Band of Horses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She &amp;amp; Him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passion Pit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The New Pornographers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drive By Truckers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boys Noize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/TAwR79HMW7I/AAAAAAAAAds/E0Y3JFHTaOw/s400/DSCN0126.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479774568317737906" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/TAwR6iNoQXI/AAAAAAAAAdc/7u5pn0T1XGw/s400/DSCN0106.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479774543917105522" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/TAwR6HFng6I/AAAAAAAAAdU/A3Da-roj8a0/s400/DSCN0102.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479774536635745186" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-5131966064724305279?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/5131966064724305279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/06/sasquatch-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/5131966064724305279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/5131966064724305279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/06/sasquatch-2010.html' title='Sasquatch 2010'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/TAwR8lHNclI/AAAAAAAAAd0/8FW5cU1Sfxc/s72-c/DSCN0144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-2481403104291196951</id><published>2010-05-28T00:29:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T00:41:21.562-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concert'/><title type='text'>3OH!3 Concert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I got in touch with my inner 16-year-old, high school girl on Wednesday when I attended a 3OH!3 concert. I got a hook up for free tickets from a good friend of mine. So I invited my friend Tanya to be my and one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S_9j8YpEZ6I/AAAAAAAAAdM/LXjPYQ2kDo8/s400/DSCN0077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476205560963819426" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sang at the top of our lungs, threw up some rock hands, and worked our way up to almost the very front. We avoid the mosh pit, fewwww. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S_9j7ziHedI/AAAAAAAAAdE/YCf276l1HVo/s400/DSCN0079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476205551002548690" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All and all it was a very fun show, even if we were the oldest ones there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here is some sweet footage at the show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f57c9f83a88ecbd1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df57c9f83a88ecbd1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330125703%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4EF089DCD879BE44F6FE69DA90D30E646FC33D1D.20B28063CD37B602B8DCF5198F5DB0D1F27EE910%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df57c9f83a88ecbd1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfjyUqVoiHLNFGrKDwscFRB_vdQo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df57c9f83a88ecbd1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330125703%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4EF089DCD879BE44F6FE69DA90D30E646FC33D1D.20B28063CD37B602B8DCF5198F5DB0D1F27EE910%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df57c9f83a88ecbd1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfjyUqVoiHLNFGrKDwscFRB_vdQo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;(please excuse the language) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-2481403104291196951?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/2481403104291196951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/05/3oh3-concert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/2481403104291196951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/2481403104291196951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/05/3oh3-concert.html' title='3OH!3 Concert'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S_9j8YpEZ6I/AAAAAAAAAdM/LXjPYQ2kDo8/s72-c/DSCN0077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-6918466727196819368</id><published>2010-05-28T00:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T00:28:25.860-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrities'/><title type='text'>The B Lister</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The other night I got to meet Andrew Keegan, the actor from "10 Things I Hate About You". You know, this guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S_9iSzraWJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/I5ll_YsIiU4/s400/10784858_tml.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476203747155269778" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He came into my work and hung out (with a lady friend, darnit) for almost the whole night. He was a pretty cool guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S_9iSRMjOGI/AAAAAAAAAc0/r6hH4TWMHJg/s400/DSCN0068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476203737899022434" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He signed a dollar bill for me (which I did not ask for, but he did it anyway). How lucky am I? haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S_9iR3SavOI/AAAAAAAAAcs/r0P4Dj2rLtA/s400/DSCN0090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476203730944310498" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-6918466727196819368?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/6918466727196819368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/05/b-lister.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/6918466727196819368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/6918466727196819368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/05/b-lister.html' title='The B Lister'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S_9iSzraWJI/AAAAAAAAAc8/I5ll_YsIiU4/s72-c/10784858_tml.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-7472518454722264014</id><published>2010-05-24T09:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T09:35:29.948-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Monday 5.24</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dollhouse – Priscilla Renea&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mr. Workabee – Priscilla Renea&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Animal – Neon Trees&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Paradise Circus Ft. Hope Sandoval – Massive Attack&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Salvation – Scanners&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tear Drop – Massive Attack&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last Goodbye – Monsters Are Waiting&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Shake Your Fist – Telegraph Canyon&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quiet Assurance – Telegraph Canyon&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jezebel – Two Hours Traffic&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Whenever We Finish – Two Hours Traffic&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Stuck for the Summer – Two Hours Traffic&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sweetest Kill – Broken Social Scene&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bang Pop – Free Energy&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Difference Between Us – The Dead Weather&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Constructive Summer – The Hold Steady&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We’re Already Home Baby – Last Gang&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Life of the Party – A Rocket to the Moon&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Baby We’re Invincible – A Rocket to the Moon&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Drop It Low Ft. Chris Brown – Ester Dean&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Paranoide (Party Rock Remix) – Kanye West Ft. LMFAO&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just Breathe – Pearl Jam&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The High Road – Broken bells&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-7472518454722264014?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/7472518454722264014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/05/music-monday-524.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/7472518454722264014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/7472518454722264014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/05/music-monday-524.html' title='Music Monday 5.24'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-6044981832516083189</id><published>2010-05-21T10:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T10:43:38.289-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This last weekend I traveled over three passes, 478 miles, and two potty breaks to get back to my beloved college town, Missoula, MT. It was graduation weekend from the University of Montana. I roommate for all of college, and great friend Adria was graduating from grad school with a masters in accounting, and I really wanted to be there to support her. Plus, I knew a bunch of us "class of '09er's" would be there two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S_a3hbsGzSI/AAAAAAAAAcM/MilpuLkbsPw/s400/29274_573542070166_23503587_33409497_2150928_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473764182111735074" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I loaded up Cindy, who has turned out to be quite the road tripper and headed east. 7 looooong hours later I was there. The beautiful town of Missoula is settled in the Bitterroot Valley and was buzzing with excitement for the weekend's activities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S_a3hy0PyGI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Dinbb66OZsE/s400/30010_573649350176_23504123_33414032_3846271_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473764188319893602" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather was beautiful, 80's and sunny. I couldn't have asked for a nicer get-away from the 50s and overcast that was Seattle that weekend. I attended commencement, graduation parties, barbecues, ate at all the "Missoula" places I loved, and of course painted the town red at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S_a3ibgaBMI/AAAAAAAAAcc/L8s86ora94A/s400/30263_573431761226_23504376_33405515_6718546_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473764199242532034" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It occurred to me while listening the annoucer read off names, that it had been a whole year since I was in the cap and gown, excited and nervous about my future. These past 12 months have flown by. So much has changed in my life in one year, I live in a big city, I have two jobs that I love, I am "on my own" in a sense. However, I still feel a little like that careless Senior in college, hanging out with friends, weekend trips, cutting rugs at bars. It is a weird transition phase that I am in right now. I don't mind it though. Much similar to a song I know, Britney Spears "I'm not a girl not yet a women" (yeah, I just quoted BS, don't judge).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S_a3hAGEZiI/AAAAAAAAAcE/L5HLc5t5Fo8/s400/29274_573541990326_23503587_33409485_824601_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473764174704436770" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With that in mind, I am going to continue what I do and enjoy being a 23 year old, single, recent college graduate. I have plenty of time to "become a woman", but the way these years are flying by, it may happen tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-6044981832516083189?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/6044981832516083189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-year-ago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/6044981832516083189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/6044981832516083189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-year-ago.html' title='One Year Ago'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S_a3hbsGzSI/AAAAAAAAAcM/MilpuLkbsPw/s72-c/29274_573542070166_23503587_33409497_2150928_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-6687069424995598141</id><published>2010-05-17T19:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T19:21:14.012-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Music Monday 5.17</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lLJf9qJHR3E"&gt;Little Lion Man – Mumford &amp;amp; Sons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2RA-lXK0c0g"&gt;Pop the Glock – Uffie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UodSpF8DOhk"&gt;The Sound – Miles Benjamin Anthony&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YQGug66LHao"&gt;You Don’t Have to Leave – Mike Posner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M_Pn_NKVgAw"&gt;I Don’t Trust Myself – Mike Posner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SkJ77FQlGEM"&gt;Cooler Than Me – Mike Posner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m0Ke5vaUStA"&gt;Video Killed The Radio Star – Amber Pacific&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-So9lXFt5rM"&gt;Won’t Go Quietly – Example&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1RnPB76mjxI"&gt;OMG (Ft. Will.I.Am) – Usher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8roZ8a6pqKM"&gt;Prepare the Masses – A Change of Pace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4hn-NAmxN5c"&gt;California Gurls (Ft. Snoop Dogg) – Katy Perry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y_SI2EDM6Lo"&gt;Break Your Heart – Taio Cruz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ff3wh1pyUbs"&gt;Billionaire (Ft. Bruno Mars) – Travie McCoy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pb-K2tXWK4w"&gt;Fifteen – Taylor Swift&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qCFSCRUlMf4"&gt;Airplanes (Ft. Hayley Williams) – B.o.B.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-6687069424995598141?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/6687069424995598141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/05/music-monday-517.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/6687069424995598141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/6687069424995598141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/05/music-monday-517.html' title='Music Monday 5.17'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-295929836469421067</id><published>2010-05-10T10:14:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T11:29:14.493-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Uber Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ahhh... how does life go so fast? I apologize for my hiatus from my blog, but never you worry. Here is an update on the events of this crazy busy life I lead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work has brought me some fun/interesting events. Our event list has been picking up more and more as we approach "event season" a.k.a. summer time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;March included the following events: Blue Collar Comedy Tour, WWE Smackdown, lots of Sounders games, Zac Brown Band, George Strait/Reba/Leann Womack Concert, and John Mayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;April flew by like a whirlwind. Events worked in this spring month include: more Sounders games, LMAFO/Ludicrous/Black Eyed Peas concert, DJ Tiesto, and AMA Supercross.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, already a week into May, I have worked some pretty cool events: Nickelback, Sounders again, and Lifehouse/Daughtry concert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also celebrated my 23rd birthday recently. Gosh, 23 just seems old. A quarter of my life has been lived. To celebrate my this special day, I went to dinner with a few good girl friends at this delicious Italian restaurant that had a live band. I was not ashamed to "play the birthday card" when I asked if they did anything for birthdays. The way the server answered makes me think that they don't normally do anything, but that he wanted to do SOMETHING. So he returned with a plate that had a smiley face made out of raspberry syrup and a candle for my birthday treat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S-g9mDW0KoI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Y2q3JdqZ-zU/s400/100_4553.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469689471386790530" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1,362 calories and one bottle of merlot later we made our way over to a Hawaiian tiki bar appropriately named Hula Hula for some Karaoke and fruity drinks with umbrellas in them. I of course could not say no to serenading the group with my powerful pipes. I sang "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VL9xOLpwI0I"&gt;Shout&lt;/a&gt;", a real crowd pleaser. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S-g9leUq3MI/AAAAAAAAAbc/vh93YrB9_ig/s400/100_4634.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469689461445680322" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my cab ride home, I forgot to leave the driver a tip for his excellent service of getting me home safe and sound. Refusing to stiff the man but without any cash, I offered him one of my delicious birthday cupcakes. Slightly disgusted he declined and sent me on my way. Oh well, more for me. A day filled with cake, balloons, drinks, and friends is exactly how I wanted to spend my day of birth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S-g9mi5l9JI/AAAAAAAAAbs/7ybaitjdOAs/s400/100_4619.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469689479854158994" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have also traveled since my last blog. I made a trip over to beautiful Moscow, Idaho to visit my brother Nate. He invited me a year ago to attend his fraternity's spring camp out that they have named "Neanderthal". I accepted the invitation, loaded Cindy (my wheels) up, and hit the I-90 for some weekend camping fun. We found a sweet spot located deep in a canyon just south of Lewiston, Idaho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S-g9ng6dRMI/AAAAAAAAAb8/hk9_pu-Zip8/s400/28984_1292649952950_1131300039_757496_7832355_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469689496500782274" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had camp fires, sing-a-longs (adult style), smores, dancing, pick-up baseball games, and plenty of laughs. I am glad I was able to get out of the concrete jungle and enjoy "roughing it" with my brother and his friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S-g9nNj7lDI/AAAAAAAAAb0/3vPaf7crrF4/s400/28984_1292646272858_1131300039_757459_2706406_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469689491306026034" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-295929836469421067?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/295929836469421067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/05/uber-updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/295929836469421067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/295929836469421067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/05/uber-updates.html' title='Uber Updates'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S-g9mDW0KoI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Y2q3JdqZ-zU/s72-c/100_4553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-1148252793498890680</id><published>2010-04-25T17:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T17:25:12.354-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring'/><title type='text'>Heading on Down to Tulip Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My mother came and visited me this last week. It was fantastic to have her here and spend some quality mom/daughter time. Her trip was spent with Sounders game, plenty of fresh seafood, cooking muah some delicious dinners, Mariner's game, and a trip to "Tulip Town" for the world's largest Tulip Festival.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S9TO0_9AV2I/AAAAAAAAAbU/KftvyXyuT_E/s400/100_4537.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464219657823082338" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S9TO0MR4SRI/AAAAAAAAAbM/YIm8ZnMLKuk/s400/100_4528.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464219643951991058" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S9TOzHjYoNI/AAAAAAAAAa8/j5xFY3CmWTc/s400/100_4515.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464219625503367378" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S9TOzneBfVI/AAAAAAAAAbE/xoRPCwbC9AM/s400/100_4519.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464219634070814034" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S9TOyiNZ4II/AAAAAAAAAa0/Av-x6uI1zXU/s400/100_4513.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464219615479062658" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-1148252793498890680?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/1148252793498890680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/04/heading-on-down-to-tulip-town.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/1148252793498890680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/1148252793498890680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/04/heading-on-down-to-tulip-town.html' title='Heading on Down to Tulip Town'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S9TO0_9AV2I/AAAAAAAAAbU/KftvyXyuT_E/s72-c/100_4537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-3876636733527924225</id><published>2010-04-14T15:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T16:05:13.366-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baseball'/><title type='text'>Take Me Out to the Ball Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tuesday I went to yet another Mariners baseball game. This time with a bunch of friends from Fox Sports Grill. It was a lot of fun. And the Mariners managed to win!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S8Y7fvFbU_I/AAAAAAAAAas/63D_VdGRKp4/s400/100_4419.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460117014634517490" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 118px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S8Y7fIC7qeI/AAAAAAAAAak/YdtU3vrAg-I/s400/100_4456.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460117004155070946" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S8Y7ebd5WMI/AAAAAAAAAac/w2p36T3z4Qw/s400/100_4494.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460116992188569794" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S8Y7dy4mfPI/AAAAAAAAAaU/H3GIDSBhCX8/s400/100_4499.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460116981294726386" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-3876636733527924225?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/3876636733527924225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/04/take-me-out-to-ball-game.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/3876636733527924225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/3876636733527924225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/04/take-me-out-to-ball-game.html' title='Take Me Out to the Ball Game'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S8Y7fvFbU_I/AAAAAAAAAas/63D_VdGRKp4/s72-c/100_4419.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-6163419608554002284</id><published>2010-04-14T15:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T15:54:52.756-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baseball'/><title type='text'>Opening Day at Safeco Field</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Monday I got to go to the Opening Day for The Mariners. It was their first home game of the season, and a wildly attended game for the Seattle baseball team.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S8Y4_y13riI/AAAAAAAAAaM/GTArukVwH08/s400/M%27s+Opening+Day.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460114266863939106" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 358px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S8Y4_s9UYeI/AAAAAAAAAaE/U4tmPWWcYgs/s400/Erins+Pop+Rocks.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460114265284567522" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S8Y4_AIqTPI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/MWOYqeV5QB8/s400/85964928.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460114253252545778" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoyed some candy, the beautiful weather, a cold beer, and some good baseball. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S8Y4-2gwGLI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/odf4u3SGdDk/s400/Opening+Day+Board.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460114250669234354" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, the M's were unable to pull off a win (...if they don't win it's a shame...).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S8Y4-m9FndI/AAAAAAAAAZs/YGqlx8uNZJw/s400/Erin+Opening+Day.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460114246493117906" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-6163419608554002284?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/6163419608554002284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/04/opening-day-at-safeco-field.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/6163419608554002284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/6163419608554002284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/04/opening-day-at-safeco-field.html' title='Opening Day at Safeco Field'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S8Y4_y13riI/AAAAAAAAAaM/GTArukVwH08/s72-c/M%27s+Opening+Day.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-5326077192621035665</id><published>2010-04-14T15:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T15:42:58.456-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gambling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Horses'/><title type='text'>Off to the Races</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sunday I went to my first ever horse races. We traveled south to the beautiful Emeral Downs Horse Racing tracks, which I learned is the only racing track in Washington, to watch (and maybe bet on) the strong steeds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S8Y2g3nQmFI/AAAAAAAAAZc/zQP6a12OruM/s400/85574266.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460111536545634386" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first it was like a different planet with a weird foreign language, trifecta box, purses, and jockeys. However, I am a quick learner and within no time got the jist of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S8Y2hV_J19I/AAAAAAAAAZk/1cUfgt1kdFk/s400/IMG00063-20100411-1658.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460111544698918866" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided it was time to man up and place some bets. I am not a huge risk taker, so my bets consisted of a whopping $2 (which is the minimum you have to bet). I was using my newly obtained strategy when placing my bets, but after a while I started betting on which horse had a shinny coat or great color scheme. All and all I probably broke even on the day's gambling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-5326077192621035665?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/5326077192621035665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/04/off-to-races.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/5326077192621035665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/5326077192621035665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/04/off-to-races.html' title='Off to the Races'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S8Y2g3nQmFI/AAAAAAAAAZc/zQP6a12OruM/s72-c/85574266.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-7777566078560140144</id><published>2010-04-04T18:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T18:39:30.627-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Church'/><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today, I attended Easter Sunday Mass at Saint James Cathedral here in Seattle. It was my first time attending this monumental Catholic holiday in a Cathedral. It was like the Super Bowl of Masses.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few differences between the beloved church I grew up with in beautiful Blackfoot, Idaho, Saint Bernard's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;St. Bs - you know everyone by there by first and last name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;St. Js - don't know anyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;St. Bs - Rarely see the church full&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;St. Js - have to get there early to get a seat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;St. B's - 2 alter serves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;St. J's - an army of alter serves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;St. B's - choir consists of a lady named Donna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;St. J's - Angel sent, 20 deep, choir ranging from alto to soprano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;St. B's - whole property could fit inside St. J's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some beautiful pictures of the Cathedral&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S7kwpttcKZI/AAAAAAAAAZU/a2Zdxc62K2E/s1600/Ordinary-Time.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S7kwpttcKZI/AAAAAAAAAZU/a2Zdxc62K2E/s400/Ordinary-Time.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456445916739021202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S7kwpC5ASeI/AAAAAAAAAZM/1KznPsLYJ_0/s1600/Cathedral+from+Swedish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S7kwpC5ASeI/AAAAAAAAAZM/1KznPsLYJ_0/s400/Cathedral+from+Swedish.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456445905244801506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S7kwoqPTjNI/AAAAAAAAAZE/b_naPPxGAz0/s1600/Font-and-altar.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S7kwoqPTjNI/AAAAAAAAAZE/b_naPPxGAz0/s400/Font-and-altar.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456445898627452114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S7kwoIIuZWI/AAAAAAAAAY8/etHI3bkAoAM/s1600/Exterior+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S7kwoIIuZWI/AAAAAAAAAY8/etHI3bkAoAM/s400/Exterior+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456445889473045858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though the service was absolutely breath taking, I missed my family today while I attended church by myself. Hope you all spent the day with your families and loved ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Easter to all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-7777566078560140144?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/7777566078560140144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/7777566078560140144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/7777566078560140144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S7kwpttcKZI/AAAAAAAAAZU/a2Zdxc62K2E/s72-c/Ordinary-Time.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-8551053743798585199</id><published>2010-03-29T17:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T18:03:20.996-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>SPD Twenty-Ten</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Saint Patrick's Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S7E-pqQx9YI/AAAAAAAAAYU/DQMYv0cddSk/s400/100_4336.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454209509162612098" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few of the lovely ladies I work with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S7E-qKgSWsI/AAAAAAAAAYc/TLsgqvvpNUQ/s400/100_4340.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454209517817584322" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tanya and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S7E-qoXLESI/AAAAAAAAAYk/zL8JWZixDqs/s400/100_4344.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454209525832421666" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Patricia and I celebrating 3.17 with an Irish Car Bomb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S7E-rsH7dJI/AAAAAAAAAY0/1SguiRsGPYM/s1600/100_4357.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S7E-rsH7dJI/AAAAAAAAAY0/1SguiRsGPYM/s1600/100_4357.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S7E-rsH7dJI/AAAAAAAAAY0/1SguiRsGPYM/s400/100_4357.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454209544022094994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A shot of my sweet moves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S7E-rIfTUlI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Saigatlr69Q/s1600/100_4351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S7E-rIfTUlI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Saigatlr69Q/s400/100_4351.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454209534456451666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hilarious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-8551053743798585199?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/8551053743798585199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/03/spd-twenty-ten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/8551053743798585199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/8551053743798585199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/03/spd-twenty-ten.html' title='SPD Twenty-Ten'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S7E-pqQx9YI/AAAAAAAAAYU/DQMYv0cddSk/s72-c/100_4336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-4124998548145940817</id><published>2010-03-29T17:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T17:53:46.464-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Music Monday 3.29</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sorry there isn't much and I missed last week. I have been super busy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wf2H8fj4Uro"&gt;Gospel - The National&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zuABYwIaonE"&gt;So Light is Her Footfall - Air&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LGHoIIvVM1M"&gt;Good Life - One Republic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bm-Fvqe6T2M"&gt;Rock Star 101 Ft. Slash - Rihanna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c0E-ikn9V4k"&gt;Secrets - One Republic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y-qCuYEUGug"&gt;Oh Mandy - The Spinto Band&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XR-ijmbaoQ8"&gt;So Low So High - Maps&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OGnNlQ-KNv4"&gt;Dominos - The Big Pink&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-4124998548145940817?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/4124998548145940817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/03/music-monday-329.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/4124998548145940817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/4124998548145940817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/03/music-monday-329.html' title='Music Monday 3.29'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-2416130241207094012</id><published>2010-03-15T15:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:19:46.473-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Music Monday 3.15</title><content type='html'>Sorry I missed last week's Music Monday. This weeks playlist rocks so much that it makes up for the absence last week.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fzq1Kmu7Xmg"&gt;If It Means A Lot To You - A Day to Remember&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EzWFFkwdek8"&gt;Put It On My Tab - Sammie Ft. Trey Songz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wBR0lXD0hEs"&gt;I Wish - The Secret Handshake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YISE0wk9XbY"&gt;Gone - Switchfoo&lt;/a&gt;t&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1SmxVCM39j4"&gt;Kiss With A Fist - Florence and The Machine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ZEBttGNyP0"&gt;I Want You Back - Discovery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch#!v=QYIyuy4m3HE&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;So Insane - Discovery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch#!v=BF1qmCdXeAk&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Osaka Loop Line - Discovery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=602F1Db-uLY"&gt;Sunday Morning - K-Os&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c9SN96v1Mec"&gt;I Wish I Knew Natalie Portman - K-Os&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y3x_ZXyix-M"&gt;Wires - Athlete&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spirit Horse - Sea Wolf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Violet Hour - Sea Wolf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7fuBai_EvK0"&gt;Annie - Safetysuit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4TK45yDEKv4"&gt;Wild Wolves - Athlete&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pZ3cTwI9bIw"&gt;In The Sun - She &amp;amp; Him&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DNxvqhjEJJA"&gt;I'm Back - T.I.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2ule5LqTj2k"&gt;Can't Stand It - NeverShoutNever!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-2416130241207094012?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/2416130241207094012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/03/music-monday-315.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/2416130241207094012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/2416130241207094012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/03/music-monday-315.html' title='Music Monday 3.15'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-8708900749256828284</id><published>2010-03-05T10:27:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T10:35:22.927-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Basketball'/><title type='text'>Sunday Fun Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just some good friends taking advantage of the beautiful weather and a day off. An excellent way to cap off the weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S5E_xGjWIGI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Ss5SlW0cmuk/s400/25148_552867417425_32404361_32602272_5638077_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445203537272643682" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S5E_wZCS6VI/AAAAAAAAAX0/8-DXxNw-Fug/s400/25148_552867327605_32404361_32602255_4149952_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445203525054425426" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S5E_wxN73zI/AAAAAAAAAX8/joMXseQ6yZo/s400/25148_552867362535_32404361_32602261_7948768_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445203531545698098" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S5E_v4oPu0I/AAAAAAAAAXk/2_n4ZU17SFw/s400/25148_552867297665_32404361_32602250_2191864_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445203516355230530" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S5E_wD8cmCI/AAAAAAAAAXs/XH9sWOqxz2c/s400/25148_552867312635_32404361_32602252_7659072_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445203519392749602" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S5FAJsLz_nI/AAAAAAAAAYM/fFj9Z0IrOsM/s400/25148_552867442375_32404361_32602277_5271060_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445203959691345522" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-8708900749256828284?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/8708900749256828284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/03/sunday-fun-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/8708900749256828284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/8708900749256828284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/03/sunday-fun-day.html' title='Sunday Fun Day'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S5E_xGjWIGI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Ss5SlW0cmuk/s72-c/25148_552867417425_32404361_32602272_5638077_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-4060800358725155183</id><published>2010-03-01T15:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T16:28:48.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Music Monday 3.01</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Oh hey there music lovers. Here goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ga96yZWgOfg"&gt;Love Hangover - Jason Derulo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch#playnext=1&amp;amp;playnext_from=TL&amp;amp;videos=WxFea6jhU_U&amp;amp;v=0MuZfZDVbPI"&gt;Gangsta Love Ft. The Game - Snoop Dogg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H6Q4s_ZdvAQ"&gt;Lemonade - Gucci Mane&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch#playnext=1&amp;amp;playnext_from=TL&amp;amp;videos=3S1IP6zkhGc&amp;amp;v=rGo3tyIgStg"&gt;Baby Ft. Ludacris - Justin Bieber&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch#playnext=1&amp;amp;playnext_from=TL&amp;amp;videos=WpTr_0PLkj0&amp;amp;v=7ZSqm6iSbWM"&gt;Famous Girl - Chris Brown&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch#playnext=1&amp;amp;playnext_from=TL&amp;amp;videos=IMaRi7np6Zg&amp;amp;v=6QtHvp-mTzo"&gt;Speedin - Omarion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JqHliQijgvA"&gt;My Chick is Bad Ft. Nicki Minaj - Ludacris&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5i7GEMQC2IY"&gt;Up Out My Face Remix Ft Nicki Minaj - Mariah Carey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oR8W6hjlZYQ"&gt;Freak Ft. Kardinal Offishall - Estelle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch#playnext=1&amp;amp;playnext_from=TL&amp;amp;videos=ic8ayLNy0M4&amp;amp;v=bccKotFwzoY"&gt;Giving Up The Gun - Vampire Weekend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch#playnext=1&amp;amp;playnext_from=TL&amp;amp;videos=rzzNd8Czkg4&amp;amp;v=C4UtbrbsrjY"&gt;Superfast Jellyfish - Gorillaz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch#playnext=1&amp;amp;playnext_from=TL&amp;amp;videos=183BgLly1PA&amp;amp;v=8afv17Ff0_8"&gt;Put It In A Love Song Ft. Beyonce - Alicia Keys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch#v=Cxfkg3RaRjs&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;One Happiness - Ceelo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch#v=YISE0wk9XbY&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Gone - Switchfoot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch#playnext=1&amp;amp;playnext_from=TL&amp;amp;videos=5gvcDmeANk0&amp;amp;v=4uDu6OmhSe8"&gt;Good Evening - Outasight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch#playnext=1&amp;amp;playnext_from=TL&amp;amp;videos=C1a1Ve3mYdk&amp;amp;v=P86uAcu1D7s"&gt;Boarding Pass - Wiz Khalifa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy. EM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-4060800358725155183?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/4060800358725155183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/03/music-monday-301.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/4060800358725155183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/4060800358725155183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/03/music-monday-301.html' title='Music Monday 3.01'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-1718504495711711697</id><published>2010-02-24T22:10:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T23:02:21.312-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starbucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pike&apos;s Place'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seattle'/><title type='text'>BFF to SEA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This last weekend by best friend Liz came to visit me in Seattle! I had been looking forward to her trip ever since Christmas time. It was her first time to Seattle, and my first time getting to show someone around my new city. So I made a list of everything "Seattle" that I could think of and we had a busy, fun filled weekend plucking away at that list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S4YHKfk7HqI/AAAAAAAAAXc/E3MFXR4SA8I/s400/26775_572480347716_8504455_33423729_7190812_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442045076580277922" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday: Picked up Lizard at the airport, had crab pot for dinner, went to the Kerry Park lookout of Seattle (super romantic, haha), VIP entrance into Lucky Strike, greeted by promoter with free drinks, Jason from the Bachelor spotting, creeped on said bachelor, late night pita pit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S4YHKB_gO1I/AAAAAAAAAXU/RkHjqbQHoUY/s400/26775_572480113186_8504455_33423715_3315143_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442045068638698322" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday: Coffee and crepes, shopping downtown, rooftop BBQ overlooking the Puget Sound, quick trip to Kirkland, Belltown dancing, lap dance from a birthday girl, Jersey Shore wanna be spottings, after party in a penthouse, and ripped off by a cab driver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S4YHJiK9sFI/AAAAAAAAAXM/2ZCc05rAJOw/s400/100_4328.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442045060096831570" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday: Pizza in West Seattle, Alki beach stroll, cute baby/dog spottings, Starbucks, Pike's Place Market, ice cream, Madison Park drive, Thai food, Keeping up with the Kardashians, and some best friend pillow talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S4YHJMppiUI/AAAAAAAAAXE/iaNCA1HaEdA/s400/100_4326.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442045054319954242" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Monday: Blueberry (blubs) pancakes, then sad goodbyes. Hate to see her go. I wish we lived closer to each other. Hopefully we will see each other again soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-1718504495711711697?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/1718504495711711697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/02/bff-to-sea.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/1718504495711711697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/1718504495711711697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/02/bff-to-sea.html' title='BFF to SEA'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S4YHKfk7HqI/AAAAAAAAAXc/E3MFXR4SA8I/s72-c/26775_572480347716_8504455_33423729_7190812_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-2793769259092158545</id><published>2010-02-24T22:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T22:06:33.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bachelor'/><title type='text'>The Bachelor - Week 8</title><content type='html'>Girls Tell All:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so this is my least favorite episode of the season. This is the case for several reasons:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. The recap the whole season, in extreme detail. Hellllooooo, I obviously have tuned in every week faithfully and do not need this extended recap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. By this point, every juicy dirty secret that wasn't shown on the show I have read in the checkout line at Safeway, courtesy of my reliable source US weekly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therefore, I have to be honest when I say that I did not watch the whole thing. Sorry to disappoint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-2793769259092158545?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/2793769259092158545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/02/bachelor-week-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/2793769259092158545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/2793769259092158545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/02/bachelor-week-8.html' title='The Bachelor - Week 8'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-7918836255050776599</id><published>2010-02-22T15:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T15:51:59.509-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Music Monday 2.22</title><content type='html'>Get your fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch#playnext=1&amp;amp;playnext_from=TL&amp;amp;videos=HYhvf_Kwas8&amp;amp;v=ibE7IqEjni4"&gt;The Funeral - Band of Horses&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch#playnext=1&amp;amp;playnext_from=TL&amp;amp;videos=aZTL914i_NY&amp;amp;v=hM_-L4tOQkg"&gt;Pachuca Sunrise - Minus the Bear&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch#playnext=1&amp;amp;playnext_from=TL&amp;amp;videos=3aVLuO2Ya1E&amp;amp;v=Px3_wP2LQj0"&gt;Memories Ft. Kid Cudi - David Guetta&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e82VE8UtW8A"&gt;Rude Boy - Rihanna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch#playnext=1&amp;amp;playnext_from=TL&amp;amp;videos=gX07s4eU3ro&amp;amp;v=RV8XPyP_TB0"&gt;Symphonies (Remix) Ft. Kid Cudi - Dan Black&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch#playnext=1&amp;amp;playnext_from=TL&amp;amp;videos=hYjTVqQ1vcY&amp;amp;v=xGcXqMtuKcU"&gt;Slang Editorial - Wu Tang vs. The Beattles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch#playnext=1&amp;amp;playnext_from=TL&amp;amp;videos=BhqhR5mW_IM&amp;amp;v=eMZYRvDvgT4"&gt;Oh My Sweet Carolina - Ryan Adams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch#playnext=1&amp;amp;playnext_from=TL&amp;amp;videos=DcWCzwI1hr8&amp;amp;v=Z0sglsaEzOQ"&gt;Cudderisback - Kid Cudi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kVpv8-5XWOI"&gt;Hey Soul Sister - Train&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch#playnext=1&amp;amp;playnext_from=TL&amp;amp;videos=GTQbfvFG2KI&amp;amp;v=9_4UaPeWCJM"&gt;I Hate College (Remix) - Sam Adams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy. EM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-7918836255050776599?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/7918836255050776599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/02/music-monday-222.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/7918836255050776599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/7918836255050776599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/02/music-monday-222.html' title='Music Monday 2.22'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-7434940625085602922</id><published>2010-02-17T13:39:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T13:58:03.657-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bachelor'/><title type='text'>The Bachelor - Week 7</title><content type='html'>And we're down to the final three...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gia's Date - I loved there date walking around the market, him buying her little keepsakes, she seemed like she was having a lot of fun. When it showed Jake dancing though, o.m.g. I was on the floor laughing. What sort of "air chair, hip thrust, swaying, arms in the air" dance move was that?! Best part is, they showed that clip later in the episode again! (What would dancer Tenly think of this horrendous move?) Then their romantic dinner on the beach was very nice. I think that Gia just couldn't say the words that she needed to though. I personally really like Gia. I think she seems the most "real" with the whole journey (as they so often refer to it as). Completely unrelated to the show. I seriously WANT Gia's hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenly's Date - I thought this was the more boring of the dates as far as activities go. Tenly talks a lot. And it's all very "us in the future" talk. I realize that that is what Jake is wanting, but at the same time, its a little like woa. Also, as it was so brilliantly put, Tenly's Ex has gotten the most air time out of anyone. She constantly is talking about him. Ugggghhhh. BIG RED FLAG!! She is not over her divorce that happened less than a year ago. Jake is the next person she has dated. Divorce then marry the next guy you date? Just doesn't seem realistic to me (then again, I am no expert).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vienna's Date - I kind of liked the pirate ship thing. I thought it looked pretty fun! And I don't think that date would have fit better with the other girls. It worked with him and Vienna. I think that Vienna has some sort of sex crazed vodoo on Jake. Where are his morals that he speaks so strongly of at the beginning? Vienna sends them packing. For whatever reason he really likes Vienna. She is crazy though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ali's Phone Call - Sorry Charlie. I think it was good of Jake to say no to her coming back. Sucks for her, but really that is just how the show works. You made a choice, now you have to stick with it. Sorry it didn't work out like Ed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end it was Gia that was sent home. I think I would have sent Tenly home, based solely on the fact that I do not think she is over her divorce. I think the final  three episode would be the hardest to go home from. I am so excited to see what happens in the next two weeks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-7434940625085602922?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/7434940625085602922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/02/bachelor-week-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/7434940625085602922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/7434940625085602922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/02/bachelor-week-7.html' title='The Bachelor - Week 7'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-2257597267714761433</id><published>2010-02-15T10:55:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T11:12:50.874-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Music Monday 2.15</title><content type='html'>One week later means new playlist. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch#videos=8gITBQGeCGI&amp;amp;v=SOkq-rsWkRc"&gt;Vanished - Crystal Castles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8R1X2TxW5Rk"&gt;Lights and Music - Cut Copy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch#playnext=1&amp;amp;playnext_from=TL&amp;amp;videos=Dh2Lm1UeNwo&amp;amp;v=m6-QM0_Prp0"&gt;She Moves In Her Own Way - The Kook&lt;/a&gt;s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch#playnext=1&amp;amp;playnext_from=TL&amp;amp;videos=EHXQTKRSeLk&amp;amp;v=gmwzvc_BGRA"&gt;4ever - The Veronicas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch#videos=FRykMpAT5us&amp;amp;v=M0XorlbyRe4"&gt;Books and Letters - The Morning Ligh&lt;/a&gt;t&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch#videos=FZT6GQEKJnA&amp;amp;v=nHHROvM_F7g"&gt;Here Goes Nothing - Treaty of Paris&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch#videos=jUb0IYAcQHM&amp;amp;v=3tXGRvyQUDo"&gt;Hello Nurse - Treaty of Paris&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch#videos=b5q2g4WPToA&amp;amp;v=_38m-w4v2VM"&gt;Drop the Girl - Hit the Lights&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch#playnext=1&amp;amp;playnext_from=TL&amp;amp;videos=vi2okmLr2aA&amp;amp;v=VxZrLWg5XNc"&gt;Run, Don't Walk - Hey Monday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch#playnext=1&amp;amp;playnext_from=TL&amp;amp;videos=sIOXP_BazDc&amp;amp;v=jFuV8zzHknA"&gt;How You Love Me Now - Hey Monday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch#playnext=1&amp;amp;playnext_from=TL&amp;amp;videos=VORpmWRzZ4I&amp;amp;v=h_poCNuJ-kw"&gt;In Knowing - Swimming in Speakers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch#v=kRDJK2VAdTw&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Yours - Fay Wolf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-2257597267714761433?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/2257597267714761433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/02/music-monday-215.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/2257597267714761433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/2257597267714761433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/02/music-monday-215.html' title='Music Monday 2.15'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-1637731797246197563</id><published>2010-02-10T13:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T13:18:04.182-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='television'/><title type='text'>True Meaning of Superbowl</title><content type='html'>This last weekend marks one of the biggest television events of the year, and I do love television. The Super Bowl, dun dun dun. I am a big fan of the sport and love all the build up for this one big game. However, my favorite part of Superbowl game day is the commercials. Now, I must give credit where it need be given. Congratulations New Orleans Saints! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now on the the marketing brilliance that we all are subjected to. Below are my top three favorite commercials from this year's superbowl advertisements. (Sidenote - did you know that for 30 seconds of an ad shown during this year's superbowl cost $3.01 million dollars)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1 -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/etrade?feature=pyv&amp;amp;ad=3624426566&amp;amp;kw=etrade%20baby%20commercial&amp;amp;gclid=CLLx3dTI6J8CFQMsawodNiW9GQ#p/u/0/lEXZ2hfD3bU"&gt;eTrade Baby Commercial&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2 -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yn_6LrtS4S8"&gt;Bud Light Auto Tune&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3 -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Nxz-qiA8UQ"&gt;Doritos Funeral Commercial&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-1637731797246197563?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/1637731797246197563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/02/true-meaning-of-superbowl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/1637731797246197563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/1637731797246197563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/02/true-meaning-of-superbowl.html' title='True Meaning of Superbowl'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-7445180166392320388</id><published>2010-02-10T12:36:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T13:00:05.117-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concert'/><title type='text'>Billy Joel and Elton John</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This weekend I got to work probably one of the coolest shows I have ever seen. Sir Elton John and Billy Joel on one stage! Two baby grand pianos pushed up next to each other, a musical legend on either end. Billy would sing one of his hits, banging it out on the keyboard with Elton assisting piano play, then they would switch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S3MPq70NTRI/AAAAAAAAAW0/0rkrS3eEhFg/s400/EJ-BJ2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436706405451910418" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Elton John's Playlist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aRK5vLUYLmg"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(75, 32, 136); font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Tiny Dancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rzrKlEtxTx4"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(75, 32, 136); font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Rocket Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j0WCQadt864"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(75, 32, 136); font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Bennie and the Jets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mTa8U0Wa0q8"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(75, 32, 136); font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Your Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=12cLXeS14kM&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(75, 32, 136); font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Crocodile Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mrx2naUGeh8"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(75, 32, 136); font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Don't Go Breaking my Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PkGDrV_2ehI"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(75, 32, 136); font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Can You Feel the Love Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UA78e27R_J4"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(75, 32, 136); font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Daniel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gGQ8BVLkOXE"&gt;Don't Let the Sun Go Down On Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=43Ho_6C_fM4"&gt;Goodbye Yellow Brick Road&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dfY5566r0QA"&gt;I Guess That's Why They Call it the Blues&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zIJIBo9bJk0"&gt;Candle in the Wind&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5lXOuZgm_eY"&gt;Levon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S3MPqt0E_PI/AAAAAAAAAWs/hUJgpF9lD-4/s400/Elton+John6.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436706401693269234" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S3MPqA7YJFI/AAAAAAAAAWk/oY5lAmMG5Qk/s400/Elton+John5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436706389644289106" /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S3MORlBuzWI/AAAAAAAAAWc/XCU0JfcRRp8/s400/Elton+John3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436704870326259042" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Billy's Playlist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=se9rfWucgeY"&gt;Piano Man&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eFTLKWw542g"&gt;We Didn't Start the Fire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NJBoHa3GArA"&gt;Only the Good Die Young&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hCuMWrfXG4E"&gt;Uptown Girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5eAQa4MOGkE"&gt;It's Still Rock and Roll to Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a_XgQhMPeEQ"&gt;The Longest Time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hjCoBTzrN9E"&gt;Just the Way You Are&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kM9-ijq3TI4"&gt;She's Always a Woman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hSq4B_zHqPM"&gt;The River of Dreams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S3MORKGWADI/AAAAAAAAAWU/toSjDifrn_k/s400/Billy+Joel2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436704863097847858" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S3MOQ3z0MwI/AAAAAAAAAWM/qgmk1ZShC6I/s400/Billy+Joel4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436704858188296962" /&gt;  &lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S3MOQeQy90I/AAAAAAAAAWE/gQlLcG6fw00/s400/Billy+Singing.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436704851330529090" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sir Elton John kept making eye contact with me during the show. I thought that he might have had a thing for me, and then I remembered that I wasn’t really his type. Oh well, he sure entertained me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S3MOQJ7yCeI/AAAAAAAAAV8/RC8m2TrDlgM/s400/BJ+watching+EJ.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436704845873678818" /&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-7445180166392320388?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/7445180166392320388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/02/billy-joel-and-elton-john.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/7445180166392320388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/7445180166392320388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/02/billy-joel-and-elton-john.html' title='Billy Joel and Elton John'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S3MPq70NTRI/AAAAAAAAAW0/0rkrS3eEhFg/s72-c/EJ-BJ2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-7848439247718234218</id><published>2010-02-10T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T12:31:15.672-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bachelor'/><title type='text'>The Bachelor - Week 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Bachelor – Week 6&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hometown dates. I am going to try my hardest not to make fun of the families, for two reasons, they weren’t really the one’s who signed up with intentions of being on TV, therefore should be scrutinized less, and also no one has a story book family, no one.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok, starting us of on the hometown dates was Gia in beautiful New York, New York. I liked there date. I think that she is very fun and playful with him, taking pictures and such. Her mom seemed a little crazy. I don’t love that she was full heartedly encouraging her that Jake loved her and there would be a wedding. First off, you just met the guy, and you KNOW that he is dating 3 other women. I personally wouldn’t be that optimistic (and that goes to almost all the mothers on this episode). There didn’t seem to be that great of chemistry between her family and his, but then again I think that just goes back to Jake being awkward. I loved the kissing on the stoop at the end of the episode, so sex in the city.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Next on the chopping block was Ali. Ali looked super cute for their date. I think it was special that she took him to her grandmother’s house, however, that might not be the thing I would do with a “new” boyfriend. It meant a lot to her so don’t you think you would save that for someone you knew would be around. I guess if it was me, I would keep my hometown date light and fun, because meeting my family would be intense enough (sidenote – not even sure what I would do for fun with Jake in Blackfoot, ID, go to WalMart maybe?). Ali’s mom seemed a little monotone and boring to me, and same thing with Gia’s family, already planning their wedding.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Following Ali’s hometown was Tenly. I thought this hometown date was the most awkward. I get dance, as I used to be a dancer, but that was kind of awkward, maybe because of the cameras. You could tell she was nervous too. Also, Jake was totally feed the line, “she preformed a lyrical number…” No guy knows that that was a ‘lyrical’. No (straight) guy. I liked Tenly’s dad! He seemed like a really good guy that was smart and not too caught up in the ‘show’ aspect of it. I liked that he asked Jake if what they saw on TV from the Bachelorette was who he really is and not the way TV was making him see. Seems like a very valid question. I think that Tenly and Jake have the least physical attraction. And on a completely unrelated note, my family used to have that same dining table was Tenly’s family.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Finally, Vienna. The way she talked about her ‘daddy buying her new cars’ all the time, I was kind of expecting a much nicer looking home and living style. Her dad, a little crazy. For some reason I feel like he is the most physically attracted to Vienna. At least things weren’t super “mushy” with her family as they were with the others. (Sidenote – I am guessing Vienna tries to sleep with Jake on the overnight next week).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then came the Ali drama. I do feel really bad for her. What a shitty (excuse my language) decision to have to make. And I think that you could tell it was sincerely hard for her to make that decision. I think that she made her decision to go home based on reality and facts. Jake did seem pretty torn up about it, but man did he shake it off by the time he got back upstairs. Almost disturbing how quickly he seems over it. I think Ali was regretting her decision as she drove away, but I think either way she would have had regrets. Have fun in the office on Monday, Ali.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All and all I would have to say that this was one of the more entertaining episodes in this dry season. Can’t wait to see who goes home next week. Prediction it is either Gia or Tenly. What did you all think?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-7848439247718234218?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/7848439247718234218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/02/bachelor-week-6.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/7848439247718234218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/7848439247718234218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/02/bachelor-week-6.html' title='The Bachelor - Week 6'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-974690047696931856</id><published>2010-02-08T11:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T11:47:34.491-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Music Monday 2.8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Enjoy, my great music seekers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r-KnNVoFsCc"&gt;Naive - The Kooks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ruc1jTK2H_s"&gt;Black Balloon - The Kills&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yCofF9zKy-A"&gt;Sour Cherry - The Kills&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oIIxlgcuQRU"&gt;Maps - Yeah Yeah Yeahs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DrQRS40OKNE"&gt;White Winter Hymnal - Fleet Foxes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XA96t3WJRDU"&gt;Don't You Evah - Spoon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EZEU41xdgDU"&gt;Gimme Sympathy (Acoustic) - Metric&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-974690047696931856?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/974690047696931856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/02/music-monday-28.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/974690047696931856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/974690047696931856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/02/music-monday-28.html' title='Music Monday 2.8'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-8750641987583470494</id><published>2010-02-02T14:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T14:50:21.054-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bachelor'/><title type='text'>The Bachelor - Week 5</title><content type='html'>I was recently asked which one of the girls left on the Bachelor was my favortie, my response, "none?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date 1 - China town. I thought this date was actually pretty cute. I loved the fortune cookie part. That was just presh! I think that Tenly and him have some good chemistry. However, I feel like she talks about her ex everytime they are together or she is being interviewed. Red flag? Her voice still kind of sends me over the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date 2 - 2 on 1. First off, I thought it was hilarious when Corrie read the card as Ali and Vienna to go on the date together. Funny stuff right there. I loved the place they went to for this date. Very beautiful. I thought that Vienna was being annoying towards Gia though. I agree with the girls that sometimes she says thing that she really doesn't need to be saying. I thought it was awkward that Vienna brought up Ali at the last rose ceremony with Gia there. I just think that is a conversation to have when you are alone. Gia and him were cute when they had there alone time. Kind of seemed like school kids flirting. When Vienna went looking for them, I was just like really?! I think she is insecure. Then when she got up to go see Jake later that night, and she TOLD Gia where she was going, ummm wow Vienna. I don't know what she was trying to accomplish by pulling that stunt. And I don't think there was much accomplished, expect she learned the halls of the winery pretty well. I was dying of laughter when Jake annouced he had "dirty thoughts". Haha. Oh boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date 3 - Row boats and Science Centers. I think Corrie is cute, but they just didn't really have that great of chemisty. Especially on the row boat. It all seemed a little awkward. I wasn't too surprised that she went home. I was kind of shocked she was a virgin, to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date 4 - Home court advantage. I actually liked Ali on this date. When she is with the other girls, I don't like her, alone with Jake I do. She also drived me crazy when he was asking her about last weeks rose ceremony, she kind of denied blowing up about Vienna. When last week she was all like, "I have to tell Jake, I have to tell him about her, blah blah blah".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Tenly, Vienna, Gia, and Ali are the final four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your thoughts on this week's exciting episode of The Bachelor?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-8750641987583470494?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/8750641987583470494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/02/bachelor-week-5.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/8750641987583470494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/8750641987583470494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/02/bachelor-week-5.html' title='The Bachelor - Week 5'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-606632070208071240</id><published>2010-02-01T12:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T12:55:19.379-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Avatar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fore warning: This post is a little nerdy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend I finally went and saw Avatar!!! I had been wanting to see this flick since Christmas time. However, I am glad I held out from watching it in Idaho Falls' cinema, because I got to see it in Seattle Center's iMax theater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S2cxOWf5lHI/AAAAAAAAAVk/7ULCao1ee1U/s400/avatar-movie-poster_353x529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433365598073099378" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tickets were purchased almost a week and half before show date, and even at that the shows were sold out till the 10:45 showing. Needless to say the show has been selling out everyday it is being played. We got in line an hour before the show, but there were still at least 30 people in front of us. I overheard the girl in the very front of the line actually bragging about being the first one into the theater, cough*nerd*cough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S2cxO7nzpmI/AAAAAAAAAVs/p8yrd4AKl8w/s400/80s_glasses.thumb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433365608038377058" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The glasses the gave us in the iMax theater kind of reminded me of some sweet 1980's sunglasses. I wish I could have rocked them outside of the theater, perhaps with a matching neon pink fanny pack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S2cxPAg6T4I/AAAAAAAAAV0/qeBPEsQWsiw/s400/AvatarMovieWallpapers.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433365609351630722" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The show was three point something hours long, but I loved every minute of it. The 3D affects were amazing and totally out of this world. I would highly recommend this movie to anyone. It was definetly unlike anything I have ever seen before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-606632070208071240?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/606632070208071240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/02/avatar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/606632070208071240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/606632070208071240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/02/avatar.html' title='Avatar'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S2cxOWf5lHI/AAAAAAAAAVk/7ULCao1ee1U/s72-c/avatar-movie-poster_353x529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-3518064851930457053</id><published>2010-02-01T12:12:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T12:32:05.852-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Music Monday 2.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Alright, here is the second edition of new music Monday. This playlist shows just how all over the board my taste in music is. Hope you enjoy the tunes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UyG1FG3H6rY&amp;amp;channel=jasonderulo"&gt;In My Head - Jason Derulo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZD8pdpRVpCg"&gt;Get You Home (Party Rock Remix) - Shwayze Ft. LMFA&lt;/a&gt;O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RpFMuBHxGWs"&gt;Take It Off - Ke$ha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pu1aQvm5MrU"&gt;According To You - Orianthi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0PiN5Ct9wZQ"&gt;Heaven Can Wait - We the Kings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kKf2lECazMs"&gt;Into Your Arms - The Maine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lJYzABHRsNQ"&gt;Imma Be - Black Eyed Peas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mw7gD7xbI0U"&gt;Remember When (Used to be Used to it) - There for Tomorrow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8rfDvpfC2bw"&gt;We Used to Vacation - Cold War Kids&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LrrGKR8Xii4"&gt;Hang Me Up to Dry - Cold War Kids&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=93CopJFD5_E"&gt;How Low - Ludacris Ft. Shawnna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1CQZDiko2xg"&gt;Spotlight - Gucci Mane Ft. Usher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nGsMVHwzT0U"&gt;Nothing on You - B.o.B. Ft. Bruno Mars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g5L_RwclEc0"&gt;I'm Beaming - Lupe Fiasco&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g5L_RwclEc0"&gt;Say Something - Timbaland Ft. Drake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-3518064851930457053?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/3518064851930457053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/02/music-monday-21.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/3518064851930457053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/3518064851930457053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/02/music-monday-21.html' title='Music Monday 2.1'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-2063314802184087017</id><published>2010-01-26T14:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T14:07:21.749-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bachelor'/><title type='text'>The Bachelor - Week 4</title><content type='html'>Alright, week 4. Here we go...First one on one date I thought was cute. I would love to have a picnic on a vineyard. Also I like that Gia is fun and wants to play games. Makes Jake seem less awkward to be around, because let's face it, he is kinda an awkward cheeseball. I think that Gia is so pretty and bubbly and cute. However I don't know if she is "the one" for Jake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group date was alright. I didn't really find anything to special. I am glad that Corrie got out of her shell an little and flirted more with Jake. However, did anyone else think it was super awkward when they were rolling down the sandy hill? Later on the group date when Ashleigh and him had their alone time, it was painful to watch. They weren't really even talking at all. He would be like, "So what's new?" and she would answer with "I don't know, what's new?" Just a real lack of chemistry if ya ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 on 1 date. First off let me say that I absolutely love 2 on 1 dates. So intense and cut throat. Nothing special about this date. I feel like I could have set up that dinning situation in my parents dining room, just sayin. I was a little shocked that he sent both girls home. It was really retarded that he threw the rose into the fire, dun dun dun... How dramatic! Haha. Also, I didn't love that Kathryn was trying to argue with him to stay, as if it were going to change his mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that big discussion point Vienna... She is really pissing some of the girls off. However, I think that they are kind of being mean to her too, ALWAYS talking behind her back. Ali really needs to stop obsessing over Vienna. Focus on Jake, Ali! Vienna seems nervous and to be honest I would be too. If I knew that the other girls were talking shit about me to Jake, heck yeah I'd be nervous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, here is my run down on the girls on this week's episode:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashleigh: (eliminated) Not surprised, she was pretty quiet and nothing to impressive.&lt;br /&gt;Jessie: (eliminated) Can we say friend zone? And at the risk of sounding shallow, not too cute either.&lt;br /&gt;Ella: (eliminated) I think she was a bit too advanced in life for Jake. I honestly don't think Jake wants to marry a woman that already has a child.&lt;br /&gt;Kathryn: (eliminated) Did not go out with style. Nice girl, but what can ya do.&lt;br /&gt;Corrie: Cute girl, fun personality. I like her.&lt;br /&gt;Tenly: I think she will be around for a long time. Her voice kind of drives me crazy though.&lt;br /&gt;Ali: Causing lots and lots of drama. I don't care for that too much.&lt;br /&gt;Vienna: Twitchy eys and deer in the headlights look. She's shaking in her boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... one more thing. Remember last season how Jake was the one trying to tell Jillian that Wes was not a good guy for her, well isn't that exactly what these girls are trying to do with Jake. Hello!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-2063314802184087017?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/2063314802184087017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/01/bachelor-week-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/2063314802184087017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/2063314802184087017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/01/bachelor-week-4.html' title='The Bachelor - Week 4'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-6670355012868451613</id><published>2010-01-25T13:09:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T13:23:19.399-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Music Monday</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm going to try a new edition to my blog. I'm calling it New Music Monday (dun dun dun). Here I will post the newest jams I have been rocking out to. Its a little present to those who read my blog. Hope you enjoy. Here is the first edition of New Music Monday...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/matthewmayfieldmusic"&gt;Matthew Mayfield - Better&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(This guys is amazing!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/matthewmayfieldmusic"&gt;Matthew Mayfield  - Maybe Next Christmas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(This song speaks to me..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YZbp34ahDzs"&gt;Peter Gabriel - Solsbury Hill&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Ok, this one isn't "new" but I have been loving it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9wHl9qRsMzw"&gt;Vampire Weekend - Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Likes this!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aXu3WafBt6I"&gt;Joshua Radin - What if You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Slow and perfect)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think there was a theme with this week's tunes. Sorry they are a tinkle sappy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-6670355012868451613?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/6670355012868451613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/01/music-monday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/6670355012868451613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/6670355012868451613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/01/music-monday.html' title='Music Monday'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-3332161136766916630</id><published>2010-01-25T12:54:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T13:08:20.650-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karaoke'/><title type='text'>Karaoke Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And the winner of best purchase of the weekend goes to..... Roommate Heidi with her steal of a deal KARAOKE MACHINE!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S135gUgI23I/AAAAAAAAAVc/z2xlIb4aU_Q/s400/100_4257.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430771059333323634" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all couldn't wait to give it a try when she returned home from Best Buy around 5:30 pm. We sang all our a favorite tunes. Great tunes included (but not exclusive to) Summer of '69, You Can Do It Put Your Back Into It, Amarillo by Morning, Tik Tok, and of course Don't Stop Believin'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S135gJbpTUI/AAAAAAAAAVU/S2PxqWoZquk/s400/100_4258.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430771056361688386" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We enjoyed the Karaoke Machine so much we just couldn't stop. We sang till almost 1:30 am! That was almost 8 hours of Karaoke fun! Wonder what the neighbors thought?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S135fjnK79I/AAAAAAAAAVM/tpWwYUxuNMc/s400/100_4244.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430771046209482706" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-3332161136766916630?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/3332161136766916630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/01/karaoke-night.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/3332161136766916630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/3332161136766916630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/01/karaoke-night.html' title='Karaoke Night'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S135gUgI23I/AAAAAAAAAVc/z2xlIb4aU_Q/s72-c/100_4257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-4463112115186217214</id><published>2010-01-20T19:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T19:25:40.292-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bachelor'/><title type='text'>The Bachelor - Week 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I've decided to give weekly updates on my thoughts of ABC's addicting show, The Bachelor. It's already week three but here are my thoughts on this Monday's episode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ok... here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st one on one date was a little cheesey. I'm not a big fan of heights either, but really? Shaking and damn near crying. That sounds like the worst date ever. Last time I checked dates are suppose to be fun and romantic. But then again I am not expert on dates (as I can't really remember my last one). Vienna seems awkward with him. But I think that could just be Jake, because nobody's conversations with him are all that smooth, if you will. I also don't really don't know what exactly it is that she is doing wrong in the house? Obviously the cameras are showing us everything, but I really having found her doing something god awful to the other girls. I think that the other girls are super jealous and are kind of picking on her. Especially Ali, which makes me sad because I did like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One on one date number two was alright. Nothing to spectacular about him and that southern bell to me. I'm not a mom, but the whole bringing the kid on to the show seems a little drawn out to me. It makes the date more about the kid then getting to know her. Maybe if it was later into the show, it would be more appropriate/meaningful. It's like "hi I met your kid, but we may or may not even last through the next week".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group date, can I say adios crazy girl?! She basically said she was leaving and then when he agreed she freaked out. Whatever... she was giving me anxiety anyway. I think that it is good Jake didn't give out a rose on the group date though. Having a girl leave and not really being in the mood kind of makes giving out a rose a little forced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The won't kiss girl IS being a tease. I fully agree with Jake on this one. She was giving crazy mixed signals. I also think it's dumb that she wouldn't kiss him till her put a ring on her finger. Who does that?!? She was very pretty and I think she had a decent personality, but she couldn't get things figured out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other girl that went home, who was that?! She hardly ever got on the camera. Did she even have an interview?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All and all, an okay episode. I just wish things weren't so cheesey. Is it just me or have the past seasons not THIS bad? Maybe I'm just older and more jaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your thoughts on this week's Bachelor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-4463112115186217214?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/4463112115186217214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/01/bachelor-week-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/4463112115186217214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/4463112115186217214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/01/bachelor-week-3.html' title='The Bachelor - Week 3'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-7929112462439561645</id><published>2010-01-20T15:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T15:23:04.723-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idaho'/><title type='text'>Moscow - The one not in Russia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh Moscow. How I do love you.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was a long weekend with Monday being Martin Luther King’s birthday. I didn’t have to work on Monday, so I extended my trip to eastern Washington and went down to Moscow, Idaho to visit my brother for the night.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S1eCDkD-fzI/AAAAAAAAAU8/U64U05YvHkk/s400/100_4170.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428950873549995826" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love the friends that Nate has made at college. They are so nice to me and good for Nate. We of course went and ate upon my arrival. They preceded to go to a small house party.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S1eCDDk2weI/AAAAAAAAAU0/ypJAoglV7Lk/s400/100_4164.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428950864829530594" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The night is a little blurry, but it was worth the hour drive out of my way. Miss you brother!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-7929112462439561645?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/7929112462439561645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/01/moscow-one-not-in-russia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/7929112462439561645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/7929112462439561645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/01/moscow-one-not-in-russia.html' title='Moscow - The one not in Russia'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S1eCDkD-fzI/AAAAAAAAAU8/U64U05YvHkk/s72-c/100_4170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-7345751037094375895</id><published>2010-01-20T14:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T14:11:29.681-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding'/><title type='text'>If the dress fits...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have very exciting news to report. My dear friend from college, Marcy White, is ENGAGED!! Yay! She is going to marry a very sweet man named Steve.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you know me at all I am obsessed with any and everything wedding. I have been planning my own wedding ever since I was 12. So of course I was thrilled to hear that one of my best friends was now tying the knot!&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This weekend I drove over to Spokane, Washington to help my turtle dove find a wedding dress. This was such a fun experience. She had made several appointments at different bridal shops in Spokompton.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our first stop was Marcella’s. This was by far our favorite shop. They were so helpful. We had a young, cute, knowledgeable bridal consultant helping us out. Marcy tried on many dresses and she looked stunning in all of them. It’s hard for that girl to look bad in anything. I had made score cards for us, the peanut gallery, to rate the dresses as she came out in them. At one point during appointment number 1, she was torn between two very different, but extremely beautiful dresses. We decided to keep looking at our other appointments but to remember those gems that we found at Marcella’s.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S1dwzaCY7JI/AAAAAAAAAUc/zcUVinh2c6k/s400/100_4030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428931904283405458" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Appointment number two was at David’s Bridal. This experience was awful. It was so busy, we hardly got any help, they didn’t really seem to care about our business (and why would they, it’s like a warehouse in there), and all the dresses just seemed very cheap and really not that cute. Marcy didn’t even find a dress she wanted to try on there. We left unsatisfied with David.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Later that night, Marcy and I drove all around Spokane looking for a pub to have a cold drink and catch up. It had been almost 5 months since we last saw each other and I wanted her to spill all the juicy details about her soon to be hubby. After a few miles, some help from my trusty GPS, and a couple good tunes on the radio, we found a bar and called it good. Marcy answered some questions I had for her about her newest life changing decision, and I can say that I think she is totally ready to be married (not that I am an expert or anything). I am so happy for her and Steve. They seem to be so in love and good for each other. Marcy also asked me if I would be her Maid of Honor. I am so excited to be the MOH for her.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S1dw0T3uXKI/AAAAAAAAAUs/F57UZVRk66Q/s400/100_4037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428931919807929506" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Day two of wedding dress shopping we went to appointment number three at Massuto’s. This was a smaller shop similar to Marcella’s. Marcy tried on a few more dresses, but none that really wowed her like her favorite at Marcella’s. She decided that this other dress at Marcella’s was the one she was to be wed in. So we drove a short distance across town back to that bridal shop.&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Marcy tried the dress on one last time. She looked so beautiful, I cried a little. Like I mentioned earlier, I am a sucker for weddings. We also found bridesmaid dresses at the shop too. I brought champagne and sparkling cider, so we celebrated “finding the perfect dress” with a champagne toast! The trip to Spokane was a great success. Marcy left with a beautiful gown, all the bridesmaids had dresses, and I got to spend some much needed time with my close friend. Congratulations Marcy!!&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S1dwzxPvatI/AAAAAAAAAUk/50piiJS7kx0/s400/100_4041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428931910513421010" /&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-7345751037094375895?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/7345751037094375895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-dress-fits.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/7345751037094375895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/7345751037094375895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-dress-fits.html' title='If the dress fits...'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/S1dwzaCY7JI/AAAAAAAAAUc/zcUVinh2c6k/s72-c/100_4030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-2053507161677798468</id><published>2009-12-27T21:51:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T22:18:38.048-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Chelan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia, serif; "&gt;Chelan, Washington.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Population &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3,995&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;, known for it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;unparalleled combination of breathtaking scenery, vineyards, wineries, orchards, golf, hiking trails, boating and fishi&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;, and hometown of good friend, Jake from University of Montana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Chelan is not too far from my new residence in Seattle. So when I got wind that Jake and oldest college friend, Eric were going to be in Chelan for the weekend. I had to make a small road trip to go see my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Szg_KbgqO8I/AAAAAAAAAUE/0s3Ql4AEr4E/s400/connolly_toerin-6005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420151599956376514" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;  font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;I fell in love with Chelan. Located at the very end of Lake Chelan, the little town sits right in the heart of Washington wine country. The hills around the lake stretched with vineyards of grapes and apples. Jake’s family actually owns one of the largest apple orchards in Chelan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Szg_LO_PtUI/AAAAAAAAAUU/pAAkVeCgMGo/s400/connolly_toerin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420151613774869826" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;  font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Upon my arrival in Chelan, we went on a wine tour. Started on one side of the lake and made our way around the hillside. We went to about three different wineries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Smelling, twirling, and sipping, I learned a little about wine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Szg_KxKb8vI/AAAAAAAAAUM/-Op_T4AN9EE/s400/connolly_toerin-6044.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420151605768745714" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;We than painted the town (apple) red. Small local bars with a few mirco brews lead to a series of bad kareokee tunes, and equally impressive dance moves. Special thanks to good friends, Eric and Jake, for showing me everything Chelan has to offer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-2053507161677798468?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/2053507161677798468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/12/chelan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/2053507161677798468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/2053507161677798468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/12/chelan.html' title='Chelan'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Szg_KbgqO8I/AAAAAAAAAUE/0s3Ql4AEr4E/s72-c/connolly_toerin-6005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-4216466521052639189</id><published>2009-12-27T21:33:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T21:50:21.280-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>Black Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Black Friday. Why do they call it "black" Friday? Is it because it is still dark outside when the stores open? Is it because you black out and spend more money than you ever wanted/expected to? Or is it because it turns people's souls black as they compete to get the best deals?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After my first ever Black Friday experience, I think it is a combination of all three. I popped my black Friday cherry this year when I went out with cousin/roommate Heidi and her mother. Our first, and most important stop, was Target/Best Buy. I wasn’t really out shopping for anything particular so I was there as more of an assistant to the die-hards.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Szg3hM1MODI/AAAAAAAAAT0/6PHHGPpeQfo/s400/100_4017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420143195059927090" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My given task was to get a 6’ prelite Christmas tree for a screaming deal of $25. After waiting in line for about 40 minutes, the workers of Target opened the doors. The doors opening to target was like opening Pandora’s box. Pure pandonem broke lose. People began pushing and crowding, so of course I joined in. I raced with my chart to the back and luckily snagged one of the said trees. Fewww. I didn’t let the team down. Not gonna lie, it was quite the rush. I can see why people get consumed it that initial thrill.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Szg3hlBt6zI/AAAAAAAAAT8/A-8pzRaz8-0/s400/100_4018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420143201554918194" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We continued to do some shopping at the mall, but the lines and all the people were kind of getting us anxious to get home and go back to bed. We had a few Zzzz's to catch up on. By 9 we had already put in some serious shopping!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-4216466521052639189?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/4216466521052639189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/12/black-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/4216466521052639189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/4216466521052639189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/12/black-friday.html' title='Black Friday'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Szg3hM1MODI/AAAAAAAAAT0/6PHHGPpeQfo/s72-c/100_4017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-6754851234598669046</id><published>2009-12-27T21:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T21:33:07.146-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To give thanks. I am thankful for my family. This year was the first that I did not get to spend Thanksgiving with my family. I unfortunately was unable to afford the time off and plane ticket home for T-giving. However, the holiday wasn’t all lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Szgy5wyeaFI/AAAAAAAAATc/Ym1P7a4X9gI/s400/100_4011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420138119470934098" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Roommate, Heidi, had her mother come to Seattle for Thanksgiving. I didn’t refuse because Marilana is not only a good time, but she is an amazing cook. So for a holiday that is mostly based on eating with good company, of course she was welcome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Szgy6fqpdAI/AAAAAAAAATk/70vY5RBbI4Q/s400/100_4012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420138132054569986" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We had a delicious meal of turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes with gravy, Giardelli rolls, asparagus, and of course pumpkin pie for desert. I always overdo it on Thanksgiving. Helping after helping, till I am so full it hurts. But I feel as though it is kind of exempt on Thanksgiving. Plus it will all get consumed eventually via leftovers for the next week!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After dinner we played Scategories, which was hilarious. Our family is a little competitive and when we get playing games, things get serious. Sometimes we even chant taunting cheers to our components.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Szgy63JINQI/AAAAAAAAATs/JXfPhBDAY_o/s400/100_4014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420138138356430082" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As the turkey coma slowly set in, it was off to bed early for an exciting morning of shopping, Black Friday style. It was a good Thanksgiving. Pretty low key and calm. However, I did miss my family like crazy. Next year, I will work it out so I can be with them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-6754851234598669046?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/6754851234598669046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/6754851234598669046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/6754851234598669046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Szgy5wyeaFI/AAAAAAAAATc/Ym1P7a4X9gI/s72-c/100_4011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-1648882042160026201</id><published>2009-12-13T19:54:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T21:10:34.109-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Montana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><title type='text'>Here Kitty Kitty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One day a year I love second to most next to Christmas is the beloved Cat/Griz game. Falling usually at the third weekend in November, the University of Montana Grizzlies take on the the Montana State Bobcats.This is the biggest rivalry game in the entire big sky conference. It is completely bad blooded as well. Once a Griz, always a Griz. Once a Bobcat, always a pussy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SyW5yln0gII/AAAAAAAAATU/0Bg5eXQhc4c/s400/15437_559012732076_23501621_32933769_7446648_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414938405726617730" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the first year I was not able to watch the game in person. I did however attend a Satellite "party" of the game. In Seattle, it is held at a bar in downtown called Sluggers. I went with fellow alum, Heidi and Dooooonielle. We then meet up with a few of the other "recent grads" Deidre, Britney, and Katy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SyW5yb01QLI/AAAAAAAAATM/y4CgEBQhjeo/s400/15762_546712656615_32404361_32390049_3062480_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414938403096838322" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Griz beat the Cats!!! Woot woot. Not really a shocker. They have been playing 1897! the Cats have won 35 times. The Griz, however, have won a whooping 69 times! (*5 times they never played each other).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All and all, it was a GRIZ/cat weekend for the books. GO GRIZ!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SyW5yH2gAaI/AAAAAAAAATE/U23GYqrHCEE/s400/100_4004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414938397735125410" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-1648882042160026201?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/1648882042160026201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/12/here-kitty-kitty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/1648882042160026201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/1648882042160026201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/12/here-kitty-kitty.html' title='Here Kitty Kitty'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SyW5yln0gII/AAAAAAAAATU/0Bg5eXQhc4c/s72-c/15437_559012732076_23501621_32933769_7446648_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-3050899479033458612</id><published>2009-11-25T20:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T22:01:35.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring-a-ding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My dear phone finally bit the big one. It has gone to the greater place in the sky. All cell phones go to heaven. And so I would like to take a moment of silence and remember the time I shared with my beloved LG Voyager.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It didn't take long for me to move on, as I am now in a committed relationship with a new celluar device. I am a proud owner of the Blackberry Pearl Flip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 359px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Sw4Hc0YHcAI/AAAAAAAAAS8/nwsIUA57BLQ/s400/verizon-blackberry-pearl-flip-8230-phone-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408268394196070402" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can openly say that I love my Blackberry. I know understand why they called it a crack berry. Our first few days together we were inseparable. Blackberry and I went everywhere, always letting me know as they happen Facebook notifications, Twitter updates, BBM (Blackberry Messenger), oh and of course phone calls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the real story in this post is my bizzaro trip to the Verizon store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Sw4Hck84XnI/AAAAAAAAAS0/hf-DJ6xt0bk/s400/verizon1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408268390055304818" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It started out normal. I went into the Verizon store in downtown Seattle, got my name on the list to be seen by a service representative, and took a seat to wait my turn. Thats when it went down hill. As I was sitting, clearly taking up a two seated bench with my purse and bags, a man asked if I would scoot over for him to sit down. All while there was a completely open available bench just across the room. I shifted over allowing him to sit. He then began to ask me about my religion, politics, and the end of the world. And this all ties together because, according to this man, Obama wants to kill all the christians and this was the end of the world. Right.... I was just praying that they would call my name to be next! I couldn't even fake text, because I had no working phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally they called my name. I went up to the counter to purchase my new love. There at the counter was a mother (50-ish), "son" (25-ish), and a younger girl. The lady while waiting for her new phone to be programmed began to roll her own cigarettes on the counter! Seriously? I don't know much on rolling cigarettes, but I would dare to say it's not that public of an activity. Then between telling her life story about moving to Seattle from Ohio, she would turn to her, what I thought was her son, and start almost violently making out with him. This lady/family/whatever was a real work of art.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was very glad to finally leave the Verizon shop, new phone in hand, in one living-christian-inbreed-free, piece.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-3050899479033458612?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/3050899479033458612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/11/ring-ding.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/3050899479033458612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/3050899479033458612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/11/ring-ding.html' title='Ring-a-ding'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Sw4Hc0YHcAI/AAAAAAAAAS8/nwsIUA57BLQ/s72-c/verizon-blackberry-pearl-flip-8230-phone-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-4082821705423557262</id><published>2009-11-07T11:02:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T11:53:44.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloweenie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This year for the festive season, I traveled all the way across the great state of Washington, through the town of Pullman, crossed the boarded into the gem state, and arrived at the foot of Vandal county. Yes, I drove 4.5 hours to see my little brother in Moscow, ID.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SvW3mKFVXAI/AAAAAAAAASM/sGUm0tpKwPo/s400/DSC08816.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401425194270415874" /&gt;The night before Halloween, if falling close enough to the weekend has unofficially become a day to dress up and celebrate the holiday. So, Friday Nathan and I headed to a small house party near his Fraternity. I kind of love the greek system in Moscow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SvW3mhLMw2I/AAAAAAAAASU/1GhPXscolU4/s400/DSC08819.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401425200469033826" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dressed up as a boy scout. I found the shirt for this costume at a local Goodwill. I was from Berkley Heights troop in New Jersey. And later Nate informed me that I was a Weebalo (spelling?) Nate went as a sailor, but not just any sailor, an OLD sailor (pulled off with a gray mustachio).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SvW3nPLhg3I/AAAAAAAAASc/EVwfjX85Wws/s400/DSC08840.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401425212818424690" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next on the agenda was U of I's homecoming game. I must say, I am very impressed with how the Vandals "get into" there homecoming activities and spirit. We went to some tailgates then into the beautiful Kibby Dome to watch them take the Louisiana Tech Bulldogs. It was a very exciting game. The Vandal's won by one point in the final seconds of the game. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC9933;"&gt;GO VANDALS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SvW3neLXEhI/AAAAAAAAASk/R2wMPID5oJg/s400/DSC08879.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401425216844272146" /&gt;Saturday night (actual Halloween) I dressed up as Minnie Mouse and Nate dressed up as an hombre, ole! The night was filled with crowed frats, "guess my costume", a certain game played on a ping pong table, and many memories. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEENIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SvW3n1cuakI/AAAAAAAAASs/uB4Kyi2qU0I/s400/DSC08918.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401425223091120706" /&gt;It was very good to see my brother and a few of his close friends that I have come to adore! I just simply love my hermano!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-4082821705423557262?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/4082821705423557262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloweenie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/4082821705423557262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/4082821705423557262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloweenie.html' title='Halloweenie'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SvW3mKFVXAI/AAAAAAAAASM/sGUm0tpKwPo/s72-c/DSC08816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-109591907877659573</id><published>2009-11-04T08:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T09:02:13.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working for the Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This post is quite dated, but I felt it necessary to let you know this story. On October 11 I took a day off of work to go to where I work. Confused? I went to the Seahawks versus Jacksonville Jaguars football game at Qwest Field. Normally I would have been working the event, but I really wanted to experience a Seahawk home game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I went with roomie Heidi, Danielle, Christina, and Christina’s sister Nicole. We started the day with Bloody Mary’s and breakfast at Buckley’s. We caught the bus and rode down to Seahawk nation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SvGkX92ficI/AAAAAAAAARo/bP4I1fxtiUk/s400/8235_544429636805_32404361_32305171_6029517_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400278159841003970" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After entering the stadium, we immediately got a few beers, which were sooooo expensive. Then we located our seats. They were on the third row! Ok, just kidding, they were more like three rows from the top. However, it was a pretty cool view. You could see the city skyscrapers if you looked one way and the Puget Sound if you looked another way, oh and you could see the game too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SvGkXru0N3I/AAAAAAAAARg/CzF9hXinAng/s400/7122_646047533417_1604905_38222424_4929661_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400278154976966514" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The game was amazing! We won, but not only did we just win, it was a shut out. Poor Jaguars didn’t even score a point. It was actually their first time ever playing in Seattle. Better luck next time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SvGkYbcVQnI/AAAAAAAAAR4/rc54Ad-5Xys/s400/7122_646047548387_1604905_38222427_1771294_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400278167784342130" /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was so interesting to be on the other side of the event as a guest. I of course was looking for our security people to see how good of a job we were doing; quite top notch I might add. It felt great to take a day off and enjoy great company and good football.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SvGkYARlmBI/AAAAAAAAARw/I9s3zBuytJk/s400/7122_646047558367_1604905_38222429_26747_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400278160491517970" /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Go Seahawks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-109591907877659573?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/109591907877659573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/11/working-for-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/109591907877659573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/109591907877659573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/11/working-for-weekend.html' title='Working for the Weekend'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SvGkX92ficI/AAAAAAAAARo/bP4I1fxtiUk/s72-c/8235_544429636805_32404361_32305171_6029517_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-7626294238878433406</id><published>2009-10-04T23:31:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T23:52:09.751-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall'/><title type='text'>Pumpkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With the changing of the seasons comes a few traditions that I love to uphold. These include dressing up for Halloween, attending football games, and carving pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SsmFwc8TswI/AAAAAAAAARA/A_XcP81BYTQ/s400/9516_543630727825_32404361_32274778_5397412_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388985496574866178" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My roomie/cousin Heidi, our friends Danielle, Christina, and Sarah, and myself carved pumpkins. Heidi and I went for the "cinderella" pumpkin, an actual type of pumpkin. We cleaned, gutted, cut, and sculpted our masterpieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SsmFxdsEYKI/AAAAAAAAARQ/UPH-VCAcDQY/s400/1004092104.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388985513955057826" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a child, we would actually go to a pumpkin patch and search for at least an hour till we found the perfect pumpkin. Much time and "practice sketches" were done before the final product was put into action. Gutting the pumpkin was always the grossest part to me, still is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SsmFx78-qwI/AAAAAAAAARY/3Z5fCIhPSGg/s400/9516_543631616045_32404361_32274831_1262100_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388985522079050498" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still love this fall activity. Something about putting a smile on a pumpkin, brings one to my face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SsmFw25_5fI/AAAAAAAAARI/CBBw0dNivi4/s400/1004092109.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388985503544501746" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-7626294238878433406?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/7626294238878433406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/10/pumpkins.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/7626294238878433406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/7626294238878433406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/10/pumpkins.html' title='Pumpkins'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SsmFwc8TswI/AAAAAAAAARA/A_XcP81BYTQ/s72-c/9516_543630727825_32404361_32274778_5397412_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-8656828620319808962</id><published>2009-09-29T18:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T18:55:31.281-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Griz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><title type='text'>Go Griz!</title><content type='html'>Football season is among us, and I am greatly missing the Griz games. However, this weekend I found a close second to being at the Washington-Grizzly Stadium cheering on the boys. A small dive bar in Kirkland.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SsKsXKO64dI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/xPShYi2vmck/s400/100_3973.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387057618172436946" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Alumni Association has the game on Satellite there for every game the griz play. I went and watched the game with a few fellow alumni/friends. It was refreshing to be surrounded by Griz diehards. The whole bar was packed with maroon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On top of all that, the Griz won, in overtime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GO GRIZ!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-8656828620319808962?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/8656828620319808962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/09/go-griz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/8656828620319808962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/8656828620319808962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/09/go-griz.html' title='Go Griz!'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SsKsXKO64dI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/xPShYi2vmck/s72-c/100_3973.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-8672414912155952727</id><published>2009-09-22T11:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T12:10:35.111-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dining Table</title><content type='html'>If a dining table could talk... can you imagine all the stories it would tell?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SrkSj_aILbI/AAAAAAAAAQw/hyZk-6fwtgU/s400/0921091512.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384355239023881650" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much more than just sitting down to eat happens at our dining tables. Its a place to catch up on your company's day, break good news to another, and sometimes report sad news. Its a place of sharing and conversation, laughing and listening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some big moments in my life have happened at the dining table. My littlest brother, Sean was announced at the dining table. College brochures and pamphlets were spread across the dining table when I was decided where to attend. Many birthday cakes, thanksgiving turkeys, and Sunday Roasts were shared with my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At home, my family plays a game every night at the dinner table, "High-low". The way High-Low works is someone starts by saying what the high of their day was and what the low was and then passes it on to someone else at the table till everyone has shared. Sounds cheesy, but its fun and a good way to share your day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SrkSjZeQgDI/AAAAAAAAAQo/FEWmNRsXnVE/s400/100_3909.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384355228840656946" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next time you sit down to share a meal with your family or your friends, be thankful for that four-legged piece of furniture that brings you together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-8672414912155952727?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/8672414912155952727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/09/dining-table.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/8672414912155952727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/8672414912155952727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/09/dining-table.html' title='Dining Table'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SrkSj_aILbI/AAAAAAAAAQw/hyZk-6fwtgU/s72-c/0921091512.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-1048823041281626437</id><published>2009-09-21T18:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T18:46:37.776-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oktoberfest'/><title type='text'>Oktoberfest</title><content type='html'>Oktoberfest - a sixteen-day festival held each year in Munich, Germany during late September and running to early October.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I was reporting that since my last post I traveled to Germany, drank brew from a stein, and ate brat wurst with the locals. This isn't quite the case. I did however attend Fremont's Oktoberfest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SrgbVTuxRfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/0xNpvlOyBUo/s400/100_3922.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384083407409071602" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There was a beer garden with 70 Microbrews for tasting (*Don't worry, I didn't try them all). There was also live music, plenty of crazy outfits, lots of people, and an impromptu game of "Red Rover" initiated by my friends and I. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Highlights of my time at Oktoberfest include, my delicious creepy (my pronunciation of crepe), tall Australian in a sobreo, getting away with not paying for a few of my adult beverages, eating a pretzel to help a man win a competition, still knowing every word to Coolio's "Gangster's Paradise", and meeting new friends in a long line for the port-o-potty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SrgeHYdM7RI/AAAAAAAAAQg/eSo3eYp28JE/s400/100_3917.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384086466694278418" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite the rain (I'm still getting used to it here), its was a wonderful festival and I plan to attend next year, perhaps even dressed as a beer maiden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-1048823041281626437?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/1048823041281626437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/09/oktoberfest.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/1048823041281626437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/1048823041281626437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/09/oktoberfest.html' title='Oktoberfest'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SrgbVTuxRfI/AAAAAAAAAQY/0xNpvlOyBUo/s72-c/100_3922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-192996885163827096</id><published>2009-09-17T15:28:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T16:14:50.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationship Status</title><content type='html'>I have a love/hate relationship with the "S" word.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Single.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At times the word single is independent, strong, and free. Other times the word can be one, alone, and lonely. My recent complex with the "single", is how much people judge this two syllable word. Because all of the social websites ask what your relationship status is, you are forced to define whether you are taken or up for grabs. If any of you have had relationships like mine in the past, you will agree that sometimes its not quite that black and white. Since when did a relationship only become truly official if it is in writing on someone's Facebook profile. This is like having a public DTR (define the relationship) for everyone to evaluate. I'm not complaining, just simply stating a fact. For my grandparents "going steady" meant wearing his letterman's jacket; for my generations its "In a Relationship with George Glass" on Facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My current status says single, but I prefer eligible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 19px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SrK0qGmqMTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Cpb_lU57mWs/s400/Picture+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382563140081430834" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-192996885163827096?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/192996885163827096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/09/relationship-status.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/192996885163827096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/192996885163827096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/09/relationship-status.html' title='Relationship Status'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SrK0qGmqMTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Cpb_lU57mWs/s72-c/Picture+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-6745525490379053603</id><published>2009-09-10T16:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T16:24:07.482-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='City'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Potatoes'/><title type='text'>Potatoes to the City</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I never thought I would see two of my favorite things together. Potatoes and designer clothes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Sql8YJ6ShCI/AAAAAAAAAQI/r4Mkx8oAEnY/s400/0910091021.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379967984289874978" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today while walking to work, I couldn't help but notice in the display windows of the Barneys New York were hundreds of Mr. Potato Heads. This instantly made me miss home. Blackfoot, Idaho with its prestitious title of "Potato Capitol of the World". My childhood friend and, in a sense, my roots have followed me to Seattle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You can take the girl out of potato land but you can't take potatoes out of the city?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-6745525490379053603?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/6745525490379053603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/09/potatoes-to-city.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/6745525490379053603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/6745525490379053603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/09/potatoes-to-city.html' title='Potatoes to the City'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Sql8YJ6ShCI/AAAAAAAAAQI/r4Mkx8oAEnY/s72-c/0910091021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-5635906953792677196</id><published>2009-09-08T16:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T16:48:16.951-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day Weekend 09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The long weekend the symbolizes many things. The end of summer, first weekend of college football, no work on Monday, and of course the Labor Union Movement. My Labor Day Weekend 09 was one for the books. This weekend my dearest brother Nate came to visit me in Seattle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SqbcgXR5WPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/eHJ_F_kLzd0/s400/9919_1131872013602_1131300039_408382_6322150_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379229253503637746" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nate and his good friends, Dara and Bobby, drove over from Moscow, Idaho on Friday. The weather in Seattle was very typical and standard; it rained their entire trip. I was however able to take them to some prime tourist spots. This included Pike's Place Market, Starbucks, Lake Union, Lake Washington, sushi dinner, downtown shopping, UW (self guided) tour, and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SqbchalJpaI/AAAAAAAAAQA/SdcRdxh8H7s/s400/9919_1131872493614_1131300039_408394_4404286_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379229271569573282" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so great to see and catch up with Nate. We could talk for hours. He and I have been very close for a long time. He is one of my best friends. After he left Monday morning I had this huge letdown, because I already missed him. Come back soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Sqbcg-u7euI/AAAAAAAAAP4/WlDuTtacWxU/s400/9919_1131873013627_1131300039_408405_1703758_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379229264094395106" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-5635906953792677196?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/5635906953792677196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day-weekend-09.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/5635906953792677196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/5635906953792677196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day-weekend-09.html' title='Labor Day Weekend 09'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SqbcgXR5WPI/AAAAAAAAAPw/eHJ_F_kLzd0/s72-c/9919_1131872013602_1131300039_408382_6322150_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-4466533211772446581</id><published>2009-09-01T14:45:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T15:10:52.251-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concert'/><title type='text'>You shook me all night long...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Where else can you find light up devil horns, 40+ year olds acting 20 something, and way too many air guitars to even count? Answer. An &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AC/DC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; concert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Sp2MOFeGTxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/uJrunmAiW1E/s400/425.acdc.060908.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376607703764717330" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I worked this event at the Tacoma dome. What an amazing show! Brian Johnson was screaming all the familiar lyrics, but I was most impressed with lead guitar Angus Young. That man (and not to sound too cliche) can rock. I have never considered myself a hardcore AC/DC fan, but last night hit after hit kept playing. I didn't realize how many of there songs I like! A few of my favs I was slightly rocking out to last night (keeping in mind that I was actually at work) are as follows...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Click to listen and refresh your AC/DC love)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tXaZmY52gHM"&gt;Black in Black&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zvoeeq-BH4w&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=BD30508961366F80&amp;amp;index=0"&gt;Thunderstruck&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bomv-6CJSfM&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=BD30508961366F80&amp;amp;index=10"&gt;You Shook Me All Night Long&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yex1yyySpyM&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=BD30508961366F80&amp;amp;index=8"&gt;TNT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c0GlcFfgH1Y&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Highway to Hell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BwxJ46HWXbA&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=BD30508961366F80&amp;amp;index=1"&gt;Hells Bells&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IH8N4s3pat0"&gt;Dirty Deeds Done Dirty Cheap&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The concert was very entertaining, everything from the crowd to lengthy guitar solos. I mean when else is a tie, blazer, shorts, white socks, and a flat cap hat ever been a more perfect outfit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, for those that rocked last night, I salute you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-4466533211772446581?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/4466533211772446581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-shook-me-all-night-long.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/4466533211772446581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/4466533211772446581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-shook-me-all-night-long.html' title='You shook me all night long...'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Sp2MOFeGTxI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/uJrunmAiW1E/s72-c/425.acdc.060908.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-4280523586448393463</id><published>2009-08-30T10:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T11:05:34.702-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Mariners!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SpqxJyzEIZI/AAAAAAAAAPI/iYYhXD84pEo/s1600-h/100_3912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SpqxJyzEIZI/AAAAAAAAAPI/iYYhXD84pEo/s400/100_3912.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375803887033000338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I went to my first Mariners baseball game. It was a blast. My good friend Jessica was in town and invite me and our other friend Britney to come along.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I purchased the cheapest ticket I could find, $7. The seat was located way up in the top section out in center field. I never actually made it to my seat. In fact that entire section was empty. I would have been the lone fan up there. Instead, I watched the majority of the game from the first come first serve beer garden located left field, fairly close to the field. Not bad seats for $7, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling a bit hungry around the 5th inning, we made a trip outside the stadium to get a hot dog. In Seattle, they put cream cheese on their dogs, which is the fat kid in me's dream come true. So delicious. We paid a bum $1 to play us a song on the buckets that he was banging on while we enjoyed our meal. Then caught a ride back to the stadium on a bicycle rickshaw. "Free rides for pretty ladies" who could turn that offer down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SpqxJRW5Q_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/W-csgYk7-dw/s400/100_3913.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375803878056477682" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night was very fun. Beer, hot dog, cute boys, and to top it all off, the Mariners beat the KC Royals! We than celebrated with a few drinks at a fun little bar in Queen Anne called Pesos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-4280523586448393463?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/4280523586448393463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/08/go-mariners.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/4280523586448393463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/4280523586448393463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/08/go-mariners.html' title='Go Mariners!!!'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SpqxJyzEIZI/AAAAAAAAAPI/iYYhXD84pEo/s72-c/100_3912.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-7164471715790451398</id><published>2009-08-26T22:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T23:25:16.267-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starbucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seattle'/><title type='text'>No More School</title><content type='html'>There is a buzz in the air that is alerting everyone that summer has come to an end and its time to go back to school. Oh wait, not me.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SpYYUgY7VdI/AAAAAAAAAOw/MJKaGeeP25Q/s400/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374509945884202450" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a bittersweet feeling to be completely done (for now) with school. For as long as I can remember, the end of August meant the end of freedom. For the last four years it meant, buying expensive books, figuring out which professors I had and who had all their notes from that class previously. It also meant everyone was back from their summer vacations, football season was starting (GO GRIZ!), and I would be seeing familiar faces again at GBB High (aka Gallagher Business Building).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This fall however doesn't not include lectures, but rather work schedules. It doesn't mean getting a coffee at the Biz Buzz, but instead fighting the crowd to get a drink at one of the 500 Starbucks in Seattle. There is no longer a legitimate excuse to get drunk before noon on a Saturday anymore (assuming a home Griz game was legit enough). No more papers, projects, or presentations, instead pay periods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SpYYVDTq-8I/AAAAAAAAAO4/6E_TqILOyRw/s400/n23503859_30419581_3140.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374509955257400258" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won't miss late night test cramming and early morning paper writing. Nor will I miss 14 hour days on campus, bicycles that think they are cars, or the Mansfield Library study lounges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will miss the atmosphere on campus, my classmates, the football games, Iron Horse 2 for 1's, Rimini Court, Biz Buzz with Marcy, GBB, and of course all my friends I grew so close to over the last four years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you returning to school, for what seems like the umpteenth time, cherish it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-7164471715790451398?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/7164471715790451398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-more-school.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/7164471715790451398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/7164471715790451398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-more-school.html' title='No More School'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SpYYUgY7VdI/AAAAAAAAAOw/MJKaGeeP25Q/s72-c/DSC_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-5550190508777487717</id><published>2009-08-25T13:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T13:43:42.733-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anniversary'/><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SpQ28JK_YvI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EqnO2VDn13Y/s400/0701091231a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373980662241911538" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy 30th Wedding Anniversary to my parents! Today, mom and dad have spent the last 30 years happily married to each other. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danette, a junior cheerleader at Blackfoot High School, couldn't help but notice a tall Snake River basketball player entering the Broncos' gym in a "Tootsie Roll" hat for the cross county rival game that night. She whispered to a fellow cheerleader, "He's cute" and it was in a sense, love at first sight.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The two dated the remainder of their junior year and senior year of high school. It was a forbidden love, or at least I like to think so (much more romantic). The cheerleader and the star athlete from opposing schools... together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After two years of serious dating after high school, the two decided to spend the rest of their lives together and tied the knot on August 25, 1979! They have since been blessed with 3 children (including yours truly). They have lost loved ones, sent kids to college, traveled, had work promotions, been to countless sporting events as the number one fan of their all star children, and been there for each other when times were hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never seen a couple more in love and happy, even after 30+ years, than my parents. They are each other's best friends and are so excited to spend each day with each other. I hope to have the kind of relationship that they have one day with my future husband. I have asked them what the key to a good relationship such as theirs is. Communication and trust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Congratulations Mom and Dad! I am so happy for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SpQ-WPKJ9DI/AAAAAAAAAOo/QCxUb0c9CD0/s400/100_3892.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373988807107015730" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-5550190508777487717?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/5550190508777487717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-anniversary.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/5550190508777487717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/5550190508777487717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SpQ28JK_YvI/AAAAAAAAAOg/EqnO2VDn13Y/s72-c/0701091231a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-5185984201346484312</id><published>2009-08-11T22:03:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T23:03:30.876-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concert'/><title type='text'>Working World</title><content type='html'>This last week I worked, a lot. I actually haven't had a day off in 17 days. But work is good. I am not complaining. A month ago I was broke and unemployed. Now, I'm still kinda broke, but very employed.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Job 1 - I am working for a company, titled Staff Pro Inc. They are an event staffing company. The Seattle branch's headquarters are in Qwest Field, although we work events at all the surrounding venues. I am helping the in office during the week getting the logistics of the event staff set up and organized. I am loving it! I also get to work the events, some pretty cool ones I might add. This last week was the Seattle Sounders vs Barcelona soccer game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SoJL5Gcf8pI/AAAAAAAAAOE/tHpuTQFyMFo/s400/12132_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368937150133826194" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a list of the events I've worked thus far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sounders vs. Chicago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kenny Chesney Concert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sounders vs. Barcelona&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depeche Mode Concert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Events I will be working in the near future...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More Sounders games&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the Seahawks games (including preseason home games starting next week)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AC/DC Concert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WSU vs Hawaii game (big enough to need it in Qwest Field)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Job 2 - I also got another job to help support myself and the expensive living in Seattle. I got a serving job at Fox Sports Grill in downtown Seattle. Its an "upscale causal sports bar". I've been enjoying work there as well. On busy nights I have made some good money via tips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SoJL5WjtwgI/AAAAAAAAAOM/T12f2zk2Gxw/s400/fox01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368937154459058690" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two really busy nights so far...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seagals Calendar Unveiling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UFC Fights (standing room only it was packed)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, it feels good to be working. I do miss my job back at UM Foundation, but its good to experience new jobs. It helps you understand what you are good at, what you like and don't like, and also gives lets you meet people in the industry that can come in very handy in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-5185984201346484312?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/5185984201346484312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/08/working-world.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/5185984201346484312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/5185984201346484312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/08/working-world.html' title='Working World'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SoJL5Gcf8pI/AAAAAAAAAOE/tHpuTQFyMFo/s72-c/12132_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-1032152534566662678</id><published>2009-08-03T22:55:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T23:34:12.834-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blue Angels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seafair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenny Chesney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seattle'/><title type='text'>Thus far...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SnfHOdQbwkI/AAAAAAAAAN8/waooiDFjxZ0/s1600-h/2003780334.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An update on this last week in Seattle...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been unbearably hot here. Last week it reached record breaking temperatures. It was the hottest day in Seattle &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt; on this last Wednesday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SnfBbtNiuyI/AAAAAAAAANk/BUc5m-ukwq8/s200/0728091820.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365970162772261666" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The apartment was a little miserable, with no air conditioning. I was kind of looking forward to the mild weather of Seattle, but I can't complain. Its only rained once for about 5 minutes. I powered through the heat and things seem to be cooling off (knock on wood).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend was Seafair, a festival that is kinda a big deal in Seattle. They have the "Blue Angels" come out and do a show in the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SnfDXFPM2xI/AAAAAAAAANs/Plqx1QJMLEk/s200/blue-angels-formation-02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365972282345577234" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;air, hydroplane races across Lake Washington, plenty of partying on the water, and much much more. I was working for most of the weekend. I did however get to see some of the blue angels when they came out to play. Heidi and I were laying out at the Madison Park Beach and saw a few of the boats. Everyone who had a boat, had it out this weekend! Kind of wish I could have been out there on the water, but I've got "big city girl" bills to pay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SnfEW-l88hI/AAAAAAAAAN0/783yvjeGs30/s200/0731091417.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365973380073583122" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; now. Funemployment has come to an end. (Note -the sweet floating dock with diving boards. We both went off the highest one!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of work, I worked a rather large gig this Saturday. It was the Kenny Chesney Concert. It was held at Qwest Field. It was AMAZING! The lineup was Lady Antebellum, Miranda Lambert, Montgomery Gentry, Sugarland, and finally Kenny! Soooo many people were &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SnfHOdQbwkI/AAAAAAAAAN8/waooiDFjxZ0/s200/2003780334.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365976532220887618" style="float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there for the show. The best part is with my sweet work badge I was able to walk right up to the stage and glance at the man in a section where seats costed upwards of $300. The country music really made me miss my roots! I got to hear my two favorite KC songs, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qymwbsOG190"&gt;Young&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ox3kz-wMbHk"&gt;Don't Happen Twice&lt;/a&gt;. Such good tunes, especially live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its back to the grind again this week. Loving my two jobs. More on these later, promise. Seattle sweetheart signing off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-1032152534566662678?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/1032152534566662678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/08/thus-far.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/1032152534566662678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/1032152534566662678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/08/thus-far.html' title='Thus far...'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SnfBbtNiuyI/AAAAAAAAANk/BUc5m-ukwq8/s72-c/0728091820.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-5138646963107942236</id><published>2009-07-27T23:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T23:48:09.711-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bachelorette Finale</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Warning - FINALE SPOILER (If you for some reason haven't watched it yet).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have a confession to make. I am completely and utterly addicted to a television show. I sold my soul to ABC’s The Bachelorette (and The Bachelor). Tonight was the season finale, which I have been counting down the weeks till this night for months now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Sm6QKWXQAkI/AAAAAAAAANc/_k7iHcZP5Bw/s400/Jillian_Harris(4).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363382713721029186" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For those of you not familiar with the show, the pick a Bachelorette (or Bachelor) and then eligible men for her to pick from and in the end hopefully get purposed to. Sounds unrealistic and cheesy, but I’m hopelessly devoted to this show.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Sm6QJLp63jI/AAAAAAAAANE/VsCa2jjMFT0/s400/116696_261_pre.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363382693666676274" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tonight Jillian (the bachelorette) had the competition narrowed down to her top two men. Ed and Kiptyn. On a very romantic set in Hawaii, she had to go out on absolutely beautiful dates with both men and the end of the episode pick the one that she wanted to marry, sounds tough right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Sm6QJlKzgeI/AAAAAAAAANM/aUv2McD-cy0/s400/kiptyn-the-bachelorette-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363382700515492322" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After sadly telling Kiptyn that she did not want to be with him, Jillian was then surprised by Reid the man that she let go last episode (i.e. third place). He came back to tell her how stupid he was for not letting her know how much he loved her when he had the chance. I was heartbroken when after he purposed to her, she still had to say no luck and send him away AGAIN. I was a real big fan of Reid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Sm6QKId5OhI/AAAAAAAAANU/3mqpVbduw5w/s400/reid1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363382709990799890" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Finally Ed arrived and she had decided to accept his proposal for marriage! It showed the two “happily in love” and then roll credits.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Sm6Pr6QvuiI/AAAAAAAAAM8/y8USRJkRpA8/s400/Ed+and+Jill.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363382190781479458" /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now, here are my thoughts on the show… I love the idea that this is real, but there is no way the situation that they put these people into is real life at all. I think that the feeling that they develop are real, but the situation of falling in love and marrying someone in a matter of two months, all while dating other guys at the same time is just unrealistic. Plus all these dates that they go on are what normal people have to work years in advance to go on. However, I would gladly accept an invitation to be the next Bachelorette (if you are reading this ABC).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With the right setting, the right amount of alcohol, and the competitive drive anyone can fall in love. I do wish the best for them though, don’t get me wrong. Do I think they’ll last, eh… no. But prove this naysayer wrong please. I also feel that the show is genuine in its efforts to find the Bachelor or Bachelorette their true love. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For those of you out there that also share this obsession, your thoughts please!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-5138646963107942236?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/5138646963107942236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/07/bachelorette-finale.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/5138646963107942236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/5138646963107942236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/07/bachelorette-finale.html' title='The Bachelorette Finale'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Sm6QKWXQAkI/AAAAAAAAANc/_k7iHcZP5Bw/s72-c/Jillian_Harris(4).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-2675530499365188271</id><published>2009-07-24T15:58:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T16:06:44.609-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Starbucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pike&apos;s Place'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seattle'/><title type='text'>Favorite Little Spot</title><content type='html'>This is my favorite place that I've encountered thus far on my Seattle life. Maybe you've hear of it? The Pike's Place Market!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Smov1ngT8sI/AAAAAAAAAMs/MsQ-txA8bqE/s400/downsized_0720091132.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362150904522076866" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This famous market is so much fun. There is tons to see and purchase, four floors to be exact. And mostly everything is reasonably priced. It is also home to the VERY FIRST Starbucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SmowCqgIG9I/AAAAAAAAAM0/Z9V7lBCjIL0/s400/100_3890.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362151128664906706" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite spot in the Pike's Place is the fish market. They entertain the crowd by throwing the fish that is ordered to the men who will then wrap them up for you to carry home. Very fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2fa99a78ef0ec4ee" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2fa99a78ef0ec4ee%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330125704%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6BEFE89C66881FE69442ACB939D21A46E4B74473.5F2D96F4D5DEA1830721262BD93188D121CA8D42%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2fa99a78ef0ec4ee%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0IrsRuUDzDTE3-LHj7Op25U1_PU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2fa99a78ef0ec4ee%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330125704%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6BEFE89C66881FE69442ACB939D21A46E4B74473.5F2D96F4D5DEA1830721262BD93188D121CA8D42%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2fa99a78ef0ec4ee%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0IrsRuUDzDTE3-LHj7Op25U1_PU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-2675530499365188271?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2fa99a78ef0ec4ee&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/2675530499365188271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/07/favorite-little-spot.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/2675530499365188271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/2675530499365188271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/07/favorite-little-spot.html' title='Favorite Little Spot'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Smov1ngT8sI/AAAAAAAAAMs/MsQ-txA8bqE/s72-c/downsized_0720091132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-140937263948613683</id><published>2009-07-22T20:01:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T20:07:51.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My View</title><content type='html'>This is the view from my window at my new apartment in Seattle. Its actually a bit closer than the picture portrays it to be. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SmfE86Ymw_I/AAAAAAAAAMM/Gm3C8CgwmX4/s400/100_3897.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361470432151520242" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beautiful Mount Rainier, in all its glory. It also is a little easier to see when there isn't this tad bit of overcast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Mountain had a delicious and very classy beer named after it. As you may have guessed, this malt beverage is Rainier Beer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SmfFvrKYkvI/AAAAAAAAAMU/KCTwQgxRaig/s400/RainierBeer.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361471304238666482" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-140937263948613683?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/140937263948613683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-view.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/140937263948613683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/140937263948613683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-view.html' title='My View'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SmfE86Ymw_I/AAAAAAAAAMM/Gm3C8CgwmX4/s72-c/100_3897.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-6047130779473845017</id><published>2009-07-21T16:34:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:49:44.072-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seattle'/><title type='text'>Huge Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was a crazy weekend. Starting with Friday, it was my brother Nate’s birthday. His friends and I helped him celebrate his 20&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday to the extreme.It was a very (un)memorable birthday for him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SmZEZqvxqFI/AAAAAAAAAL8/xuExjlw40pg/s400/17760007-a7b7dc2074cc39f609c9219d6cebcc38.4a5f99c3-scaled.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361047614193248338" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Saturday &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria; "&gt;I drove down to Bear Lake to boat and watch little brother Sean play in a baseball tournament. The boating was unsuccessful due to keys being left back in Blackfoot and Sean’s team took second place!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sunday, the day I have been waiting for ever since I moved home had finally come. It was the day that I moved to Seattle! It was a very long drive, but my Dad, Mom, Sean, and a trailer full of my “stuff” (what Dad was calling it is a little less nice) made it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;    &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Monday &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Cambria; "&gt;we spent the day touring Seattle. We went to the Pike’s place market, checked out the Space Needle, and went on a tour know as “Ride the Duck”. It was a real blast. We ate fresh seafood at a restaurant on a pier, which was delicious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SmZEZMfE4GI/AAAAAAAAALs/5YIRFNIPCUg/s400/100_3889.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361047606070141026" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom and Dad outside the Pike's Place Market&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SmZEYYu4vfI/AAAAAAAAALc/LTYZetThFFc/s400/100_3885.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361047592177810930" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sean and Mom site seeing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SmZEYg7LhaI/AAAAAAAAALk/VgUkJBsgO4k/s400/0720091349.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361047594376856994" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sean and I with our quackers on the duck ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My family took off, and I stayed to unload my millions of boxes. My first event to work at is this Saturday. I am very excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;    &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-6047130779473845017?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/6047130779473845017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/07/huge-weekend.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/6047130779473845017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/6047130779473845017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/07/huge-weekend.html' title='Huge Weekend'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SmZEZqvxqFI/AAAAAAAAAL8/xuExjlw40pg/s72-c/17760007-a7b7dc2074cc39f609c9219d6cebcc38.4a5f99c3-scaled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-1346918848425122056</id><published>2009-07-15T22:32:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:03:17.811-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Laundry List</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here are a few things going on in my life…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;To-Do List&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Sl6uaIlx-LI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Y-3cgYMZ3NQ/s400/seattle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358912370623248562" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Move to Seattle (Happening on Sunday, more to come on this)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Take care of “Blackfoot things”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Little Brother’s Birthday&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lay a roof (yes, I am a roofer now. Is “roofer” a word?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wish List&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Sl6vBCHuPfI/AAAAAAAAALM/buwz4TU05O0/s1600-h/burberry_stud_rainboots_2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 341px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Sl6vBCHuPfI/AAAAAAAAALM/buwz4TU05O0/s400/burberry_stud_rainboots_2008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358913038901460466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;GPS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Rain Boots (how appropriate for Seattle, right?)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Golf Clubs (currently was only “borrowing” my brothers)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;New Hair Dryer&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;iPhone&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Websites I Frequently Check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Sl6uafGdxVI/AAAAAAAAALE/nf41ADs3TuM/s400/twitter.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358912376665916754" /&gt;Facebook (If you don’t know what this is, you have been living under a rock)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=23503859&amp;amp;ref=profile"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=23503859&amp;amp;ref=profile&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Twitter (If you aren’t on this, do it, immediately)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/millerin"&gt;http://twitter.com/millerin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Texts From Last Night (Hilarious)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.textsfromlastnight.com/"&gt;http://www.textsfromlastnight.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;F My Life (Makes me feel better about myself)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fmylife.com/"&gt;http://www.fmylife.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Perez Hilton (To keep up on my celeb gossip)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://perezhilton.com/"&gt;http://perezhilton.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is Why You’re Fat (To encourage working out)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thisiswhyyourefat.com/"&gt;http://thisiswhyyourefat.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Snacks &amp;amp; Shit (For a good laugh)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.snacksandshit.com/"&gt;http://www.snacksandshit.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Overheard in New York (another source of a chuckle)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.overheardinnewyork.com/"&gt;http://www.overheardinnewyork.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The above reasons are why I can spend literally hours on the computer!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;New Playlist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.dyfuse.com/files/images/beyonce-ego-video.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Take Me Home Tonight Cover – James Town Story&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sun Come Up – Birdman &amp;amp; Rick Ross Ft. T-Pain&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chillin – Wale Ft. Lady Gaga&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Be On You – Flo Rida Ft. Ne-Yo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;La La La – LMAFO&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ego – Beyonce Ft. Kanye West&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Boys Don’t Matter – Lovesick Radio&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Never Say Never – The Fray&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Take Me On The Floor – The Veronicas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-1346918848425122056?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/1346918848425122056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/07/laundry-list.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/1346918848425122056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/1346918848425122056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/07/laundry-list.html' title='Laundry List'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Sl6uaIlx-LI/AAAAAAAAAK8/Y-3cgYMZ3NQ/s72-c/seattle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-3828789760003195039</id><published>2009-07-14T23:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T23:51:23.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Adria's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On Saturday was my good friend Adria's wedding. She wed the most perfect man, Thomas Parkhill. They are the definition of an "in love" couple. They are both so lucky to have found each other. I am just so excited for the both of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Sl1qTGxMS8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/WXRmWkHEqS4/s400/100_3867.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358556008107756482" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wedding took place in Adria's home town, Kalispell, Montana. So this meant another trip back to the treasure state. Well worth the drive. I wouldn't have missed it. She was such a beautiful bride. I burst into, rather loud, tears the second her and her dad walked out. I was trying to breathe quietly (not an easy task) and Melana laughed at me the whole time. The ceremony was outside and gorgeous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Sl1qS2rkNNI/AAAAAAAAAKU/GUxOb6ae1ko/s400/100_3858.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358556003789190354" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reception followed the ceremony. It was held in a beautifully decorated tent filled with family and friends. Famous Dave's (an old employer of mine) catered the event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Sl1qT_mReGI/AAAAAAAAAKk/qbYJDrKV4Xk/s400/100_3865.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358556023362779234" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Melana and I with all the beautiful bridesmaids. It was quite the good looking wedding party. I love all these girls so much. Since I didn't make the cut for bridesmaid, some decided I was the guest of honor. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Sl1qUIi8yBI/AAAAAAAAAKs/tSwVeXVizY0/s400/100_3872.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358556025764759570" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adria, the beautiful bride, Melana, and me. Isn't she breathe taking? I just love her. Don't mind my sweaty bangs. I was really busting some moves on the dance floor previous to this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Sl1qU1ZanzI/AAAAAAAAAK0/OsviE-y20-o/s1600-h/100_3877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Sl1qU1ZanzI/AAAAAAAAAK0/OsviE-y20-o/s400/100_3877.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358556037804367666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Marcy and I on the dance floor, which is really our prime location. We taught little girls how to to "Get Silly" and "Pop, Lock, and Drop It". Mothers beware. We may have danced the slow songs together. We weren't about to sit any dances out on the account that we didn't have anyone to dance with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-3828789760003195039?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/3828789760003195039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/07/adrias-wedding.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/3828789760003195039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/3828789760003195039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/07/adrias-wedding.html' title='Adria&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Sl1qTGxMS8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/WXRmWkHEqS4/s72-c/100_3867.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-1818514810769993248</id><published>2009-07-05T18:19:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T18:27:15.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth of July</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Still “living” in Blackfoot, ID, I was able to spend the Fourth of July Holiday with my family. This was the first time since 2006! Family reunion plans were made way in advance for this holiday weekend. My mother’s side of the family (Bischoff) were going to get together in Elko, Nevada. Friday morning we loaded up in the family car and headed south!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We stopped at the Shoshone Falls in Twin Falls for a touristy visit. The Snake River is the fullest it’s ever been and the waterfalls were incredible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SlFDveTHK2I/AAAAAAAAAJw/H-UKE4_Adbg/s400/100_3842.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355135914786368354" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We arrived in hot Elko and were greeted by family, food, and drinks! The remainder of the night was spent catching up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SlFEewDBtnI/AAAAAAAAAKA/xiAWAQAREcs/s400/DSC_0091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355136727004591730" /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Saturday, bright and early, we had a tee time at the Elko golf course at 7:30 am. 14 of the family went. I was the only girl. It was 18 holes of pure fun! My foursome was with my dad and two uncles, Frank and Jamie. I think I am really improving every time I play. My game is coming along swimmingly. I was able to hang with the big boys!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SlFD-hurgGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/SU_5UeOjbys/s400/100_3848.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355136173405339746" /&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Later that night we barbequed, watched the fireworks, and had a dance party (coordinated by yours truly), basically your typical Independence Day activities. My family is great. It was a lot of fun to spend the weekend with them!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-1818514810769993248?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/1818514810769993248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/07/fourth-of-july.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/1818514810769993248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/1818514810769993248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/07/fourth-of-july.html' title='Fourth of July'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SlFDveTHK2I/AAAAAAAAAJw/H-UKE4_Adbg/s72-c/100_3842.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-8485620244430162460</id><published>2009-06-30T16:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T16:06:10.817-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nate's Photography</title><content type='html'>So I want to put in a plug for my brother. He is a really talented artist and also super good with a camera. He has a &lt;a href="http://natemillerphotofinish.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; for his work. You all should check it out!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-8485620244430162460?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/8485620244430162460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/06/nates-photography.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/8485620244430162460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/8485620244430162460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/06/nates-photography.html' title='Nate&apos;s Photography'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-1814488381686615782</id><published>2009-06-30T15:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T15:55:51.968-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Montana Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SkqHX6jmZWI/AAAAAAAAAJg/3tC19HUuXtg/s400/100_3827.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353239952008570210" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My roommate for all four years of college and my great friend, Adria Strainer is getting married. So, it was only appropriate for us to celebrate her last night as a single lady with a Bachelorette party for the books! It went down in Whitefish, MT (b-e-a-utiful) at The Lodge on the lake and then at the bars. The party was complete with "male part" shaped cakes, penis straws, endless shots, and close friends. I had lots of fun with the girls celebrating The Future Mrs. Parkhill's engagement.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SkqIiHbKpmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/w83QF-7uveg/s400/5180_548287405716_23504302_32474850_4747735_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353241226773177954" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The next day was my good friend Miles Ryan's 23rd Birthday. Beens how I was already in Montana, I helped him celebrate his special day. He flew in from San Diego to celebrate with his close Montana friends, including yours truly. It was a fun night. Happy Birthday Miles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The trip back to Montana was odd, because I didn't have a place of my own to stay at. It was a visit to a town that I had lived in for four years. A very weird feeling. It also got me even more anxious to get moved/get a job, so I don't have to live with my parents anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-1814488381686615782?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/1814488381686615782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/06/montana-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/1814488381686615782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/1814488381686615782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/06/montana-again.html' title='Montana Again'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SkqHX6jmZWI/AAAAAAAAAJg/3tC19HUuXtg/s72-c/100_3827.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-6410230116907485143</id><published>2009-06-26T00:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T00:16:55.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Recently</title><content type='html'>Nothing to exciting to report on life lately.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spent two whole days cleaning the new boat. Had to get it "Miller Clean." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a great day with my Dad on Sunday for Father's day. I have the best Dad ever! I find it important to remind him, that it was I who first made him a father. Haha, but really he's great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been continuing my job hunting and errand running this week. Starting to get really impatient waiting for a job to come through. I refused to move my stuff out of my suitcases into my drawers, because that would mean I am staying here (Blackfoot) long term, which I am not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More to come... looking forward to a few more road trips in my near future and some interesting/crazy events.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SkRnPnSJYII/AAAAAAAAAJY/wmbNg2I7J-M/s400/0623091346.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351515775163785346" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is an unrelated photo to this post (unless you count the part mentioned about me making my dad a father). I just found this and thought it was funny. What a hot young couple my parents were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-6410230116907485143?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/6410230116907485143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/06/recently.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/6410230116907485143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/6410230116907485143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/06/recently.html' title='Recently'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SkRnPnSJYII/AAAAAAAAAJY/wmbNg2I7J-M/s72-c/0623091346.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-9017416418505175603</id><published>2009-06-20T11:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T11:41:33.119-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Boat</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They always say, travel while you’re young. I guess that’s what I’ve been doing. After returning home to good ol’ Blackfoot, my dad asked if I would join him and my brother, Nate, on a trip to California to buy a boat that they found on the internet (we should our previous boat to my aunt and uncle the week before). I agreed to some good bonding time with pops and bro. We left Thursday morning. I must say, one of the most boring drives is through Utah, after Salt Lake there isn’t much going on till southern Utah. I would be lying if I said I didn’t sleep almost the entire drive down.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We stopped and ate in Las Vegas. We went to Sin City’s “best seafood buffet” at The Rio. It really was delicious. I ate my money’s worth in crab legs (an all time favorite of mine). After stuffing ourselves silly, we cruised up and down the strip, checking out all the late night weirdos and bright lights. We decided to continue on our way, even though it was late. We had to meet Ruben, the boat seller, at 10 am in Canyon Lake, California at 10:00 am or else he was selling it to someone else. We drove into the night (and when I say we, I mean, Nate and Dad drove while I slept in the backseat).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We stopped at a gas station as slept for a few more hours before continuing to Canyon Lake, which after studying the map, it is right between San Diego and Los Angeles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Sj0d5zKf9DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/DUmWqTWZo3Q/s400/100_3791.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349464811210011698" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Once we got to the area where Ruben lives, we couldn’t follow is surprisingly confusing directions. We drove around the gated community for 45 minutes trying to find his house. He had to come meet us to direct us (clearly not our fault, but his bad directions). We fell in love with the boat at first sight. It’s a 1995 Ski Nautique white with purple and teal accents. Beautiful! We paid the man and got on the road home. Things were going pretty smooth (minus the horrendous traffic from L.A. to Vegas), until we got a flat tire on the boat trailer right in Vegas. We really showed some great teamwork and got the situation fixed ASAP. Then it was back to the I-15 and home. We are going to clean it up and take it out soon. The boat already has name that has stuck, “Naughty Rico”. Naughty because Nautique shortened apparently sounds like naughty. And Rico, because dad kept messing Ruben’s name up and called him Rico. Therefore, Naughty Rico was born. More to come on the newest member of the Miller family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Sj0eNy9TSzI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/4fLuUx7NcWA/s400/100_3793.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349465154752039730" /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-9017416418505175603?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/9017416418505175603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-boat.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/9017416418505175603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/9017416418505175603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-boat.html' title='New Boat'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Sj0d5zKf9DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/DUmWqTWZo3Q/s72-c/100_3791.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-6021802756170991714</id><published>2009-06-20T11:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T11:20:05.859-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Apartment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Sj0Z7owk4qI/AAAAAAAAAJA/mHbOhicfnkA/s1600-h/downsized_0617091635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Sj0Z7owk4qI/AAAAAAAAAJA/mHbOhicfnkA/s400/downsized_0617091635.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349460444730155682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This Wednesday was the day I had to move out of my college apartment. I had moved into this apartment my sophomore year and stayed there till just now, totaling a whapping three years residence. The apartment was in the University’s family housing. As misleading as this is, I do not have a family. The apartment complex is losing money if they don’t feel all of their units, so they give them to families who are in college first, then fill the rest with students who are on a waiting list, which was the case for me and my roomies. The reason why I wanted to live there so badly was because I had a scholarship that covered University housing. Basically it boiled down to dorms or here to keep my scholarship. I was able to talk two of my girlfriends into living in this apartment with me. It worked out well for them because rent was by far the cheapest you can find in Missoula. I lived there with dorm roommate, Adria for all three years, good friend Melana for 1.5 years (she had to move out because her nursing program transferred her to Billings, MT) and then my friend Randi moved in.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Packing was the most unpleasant experience in my life. I was the last one to move out, which has its pro’s and con’s. Good thing is I have all the space I need to put boxes and organize things. Bad thing is anything that things in the house that the others didn’t want or was used communiually, were left for me to shift through (which is just more than I wanted to do).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I never realized how much shi… uh, crap I have. I guess the longer you live somewhere the more you accumulate. Took me two whole days of non-stop packing to get everything boxed up. The fact that I am a very organized packer probably added to the lengthy time. Labels on everything!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My dad and grandpa came up early Wednesday to help me load all my stuff. They had to bring a trailer to get all my stuff. We needed a pickup bed and a trailer for one person’s stuff (good work pack rat Erin). My big strong friend Brandon came over and helped my dad do some of the heavy lifting. I paid him with a beer, a pretty typical college kid payment. Once I was loaded, the family took off and I was left to clean the apartment with Adria. We busted through the cleaning pretty fast. When it was time to lock up and turn in the keys, I got a little emotional. Most of my college was spent living in that apartment. So many memories are within those walls. I will miss you 936 Rimini Court!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-6021802756170991714?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/6021802756170991714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/06/goodbye-apartment.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/6021802756170991714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/6021802756170991714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/06/goodbye-apartment.html' title='Goodbye Apartment'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Sj0Z7owk4qI/AAAAAAAAAJA/mHbOhicfnkA/s72-c/downsized_0617091635.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-871658769739218051</id><published>2009-06-15T11:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T12:06:17.058-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seattle Trip 2</title><content type='html'>After my trip to the promise land, Blackfoot, ID, I returned to Missoula. But just for a few short days, then it was back to Seattle. This trip's purpose was to find/land a second job and find a place to live. My cousin Heidi let me crash on her couch again. Got in Wednesday night, and made a plan of attack. Thursday was job hunting day. Went pretty well, I made a few leads. Friday was apartment hunting day. Saw lots of "shit holes" as that is what my budget range can afford. Till I found this beautiful studio apartment right in the heart of Seattle, Pioneer Square. So fantastic. Great view, new carpet, fresh paint, kind of small (but oh well), and the best part AFFORDABLE! &lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SjaNaTqnJmI/AAAAAAAAAI4/cSA8C2cwcXw/s400/0613092152.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347617090644158050" /&gt;Now, before you all get as excited as I was, there was a catch. This building didn't offer any sort of parking accommodations. Shoot. To park my car on the streets meant that I would have to pay to meter every day (expensive) and to get use the parking garage near by would be an additional $200 a month. I need/want my car with me in Seattle, therefore making this apartment unaffordable. Sad. Overall the trip wasn't a total lose. I made some good contacts and a better understanding of "apartment hunting"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is coming down to the wire. Big decisions will be made in the next two days. Stay tuned for what way my exciting life will go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-871658769739218051?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/871658769739218051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/06/seattle-trip-2.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/871658769739218051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/871658769739218051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/06/seattle-trip-2.html' title='Seattle Trip 2'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SjaNaTqnJmI/AAAAAAAAAI4/cSA8C2cwcXw/s72-c/0613092152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-1974941191590144439</id><published>2009-06-07T22:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T22:53:26.731-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip Back Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SiyVcUJ3T5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/Qk532spjRhk/s1600-h/100_3787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SiyVcUJ3T5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/Qk532spjRhk/s400/100_3787.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344811171460894610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My longer-than-expected trip home to Blackfoot, ID was very chill. I went to a delicious mexican dinner with old high school friends, Ansley and Stephanie. We discussed their husbands and children/soon-to-be. I got to spend some good quality time with me family. And now its back to school, oops, Missoula. Adios B-Town!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-1974941191590144439?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/1974941191590144439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/06/trip-back-home.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/1974941191590144439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/1974941191590144439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/06/trip-back-home.html' title='Trip Back Home'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SiyVcUJ3T5I/AAAAAAAAAIo/Qk532spjRhk/s72-c/100_3787.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-4374857717053402648</id><published>2009-06-03T10:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T11:02:09.117-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reincarnation as a House Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SiaqKIZ_4eI/AAAAAAAAAIA/P76w4-LptNI/s1600-h/1126081215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SiaqKIZ_4eI/AAAAAAAAAIA/P76w4-LptNI/s400/1126081215.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343145098953613794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If reincarnation is a real thing, I pray that I come back as a house dog. Being home and seeing the life that Addison, our family's scottish terrier, lives has me thinking I wanna be a lazy dog. We all love her soooo much. She is now 8 years old (human years, I don't ever really know how the whole 'dog years' thing works). She lays around, basking in the sun all day. Rough life Addie!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d944682ca456af6e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd944682ca456af6e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330125704%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6E0503EAC9EC6D4B88A2A4AE522F790AA5D6E921.8457C4C395CF4A950EEAB68DEE0D0C3A6856F081%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd944682ca456af6e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYCQzeIZGbzmDFGA8L7pkD53Rac0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd944682ca456af6e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330125704%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6E0503EAC9EC6D4B88A2A4AE522F790AA5D6E921.8457C4C395CF4A950EEAB68DEE0D0C3A6856F081%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd944682ca456af6e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYCQzeIZGbzmDFGA8L7pkD53Rac0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-4374857717053402648?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d944682ca456af6e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/4374857717053402648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/06/reincarnation-as-house-dog.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/4374857717053402648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/4374857717053402648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/06/reincarnation-as-house-dog.html' title='Reincarnation as a House Dog'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SiaqKIZ_4eI/AAAAAAAAAIA/P76w4-LptNI/s72-c/1126081215.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-8850151440383958683</id><published>2009-05-30T20:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T21:10:30.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home - Blackfoot Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SiH05ew5EUI/AAAAAAAAAH4/AOSKvtsD72I/s1600-h/0530091823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SiH05ew5EUI/AAAAAAAAAH4/AOSKvtsD72I/s400/0530091823.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341819901385969986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spontaneous life of the unemployed continues. Today, I woke up (after an amazing Saturday sleep in session) feeling a little homesick for my family. So I decided to just go for it. So I loaded up my stuff in Cindy (the Passat), and took off, homeward bound. Cindy has been a real trooper in the last few days. A real road buster, she is. Got home just in time for steak and potatoes. More to come from my random (who knows how long) trip home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-8850151440383958683?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/8850151440383958683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/05/home-sweet-home-blackfoot-style.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/8850151440383958683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/8850151440383958683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/05/home-sweet-home-blackfoot-style.html' title='Home Sweet Home - Blackfoot Style'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SiH05ew5EUI/AAAAAAAAAH4/AOSKvtsD72I/s72-c/0530091823.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-7777047590688287581</id><published>2009-05-29T23:18:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:43:10.245-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seattle Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SiDDfORNEDI/AAAAAAAAAGo/PBFlKrx1RQE/s1600-h/100_3747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SiDDfORNEDI/AAAAAAAAAGo/PBFlKrx1RQE/s320/100_3747.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341484099235024946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SiDDLL2ufvI/AAAAAAAAAGg/JdVvXg71UF4/s1600-h/100_3747.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very spur-of-the-moment, Marcy and I decided to take a road trip over to Seattle to do some job hunting. We woke up early Wednesday and got there around 4:30 pm. We stayed with my cousin, Heidi, who is a recent graduate from Seattle University Law School (woot woot). She took us out that night to a fun bar in lower Queen Anne. Thursday we "job hunted" all day. (Results of our efforts to come soon). Later that night we hit up the Public Market at Pike's Place and walked the water front in downtown seattle. Hit up a few clubs/bars later that night in Kirkland. We headed back this morning, so it was just a quick little trip. Though shorter than I would have liked, well worth it!&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SiDE4wCGHDI/AAAAAAAAAHI/-neZrChk0W8/s400/100_3739.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341485637306817586" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I have fallen in love with Seattle. If I could, I would up and move there right now. It is looking like that might be a serious possibility (especially with how random I've been acting lately). Seattle seems like a great "fit" for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-7777047590688287581?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/7777047590688287581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/05/seattle-trip.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/7777047590688287581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/7777047590688287581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/05/seattle-trip.html' title='Seattle Trip'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SiDDfORNEDI/AAAAAAAAAGo/PBFlKrx1RQE/s72-c/100_3747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-2141744557134449623</id><published>2009-05-27T00:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T00:37:43.179-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Golfing Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/ShzcTXJghtI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/zqnf2xwra8M/s1600-h/100_3701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/ShzcTXJghtI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/zqnf2xwra8M/s400/100_3701.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340385483344086738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I went golfing with my good friend Eric Connolly. He took me to a course in Missoula called Highlands. It was such an incredibly beautiful day. Perfect for golfing. We originally only planned on play 9 holes, but we were just having too much fun and decided to go ahead and play 18. Well worth it. This was only my second time ever playing an actual game of golf. It was a rough start (i.e. the first 9) but I did decent on the back nine. We had a cart, which I have decided in all two of my games is a necessary. Call me lazy, but I enjoy cruising from hole to hole. My best hole today, I shot par! Wooo! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later today I had to say goodbye to a friend, whom I probably won't see again (or at least for a long time). Adios Mike Higgs! It was a farewell ice cream trip to coldstone. &lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/ShzfWojvIsI/AAAAAAAAAGY/YO-O9_UPOYI/s400/100_3715.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340388838091989698" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent the remained of my day job hunting (unusual), donating plasma, eating curbside Applebees, and watching some random really funny movie with Eric (above mentioned friend). All and all, a very fun, b-e-a-utiful day in sunny Missoula.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-2141744557134449623?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/2141744557134449623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/05/golfing-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/2141744557134449623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/2141744557134449623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/05/golfing-day.html' title='Golfing Day'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/ShzcTXJghtI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/zqnf2xwra8M/s72-c/100_3701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-3763544993988195586</id><published>2009-05-25T22:37:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:01:56.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Sht1-hhQ6iI/AAAAAAAAAF4/PrLg2RhnF10/s400/100_3624.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339991500188084770" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this year's memorial day weekend, I was originally planning on doing what I've been doing the entire week, job searching. Friday, job searched, Saturday, job searched. Sunday, went to church (caught you off guard there), job searched, then went to a late breakfast with my good friend Marcy (see many of my other posts mentioning her) to good ol' Perkins. Over some hot coffee and french toast we began to discuss how much we need a "get away." We decided to drive the 2 hour drive up to the Flathead Lake for all the festivities up there.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We invited our friend Rachel and Marcy brought Bridger, her beautiful golden retriever. We drove up in Cindy (which has been the chosen name, by my friends, for my new car. Cindy = Sport Mom, which apparently is the look I give off in a Volkswagon Passat Wagon).  Marcy's family is from Kalispell so we stayed with them. We went to dinner, ate delicious ribs, went on drive through the mountains, then got ready to go out for the evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Sht2yafdyjI/AAAAAAAAAGA/McBfqITo-ro/s400/100_3689.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339992391654689330" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We tried to go to a fun bar in Bigfork called "The Garde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;n Bar" however, once we arrived we noticed everyone leaving. We asked what was going on? The man, that I assume to be the bouncer, said that they "found a syringe and other thing that cannot be mentioned" in the bar. Without any hesitation, we were out of there. Drove our dolled up selfs to Whitefish, MT and went to a bar there. Had lots of fun, good drinks, and a little bit of drama (a pretty typical night).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That next day we went to Hunger Horse (a very "Montana" named location) Reservoir for some jet ski action. It was a beautiful day and loved being out on the water! A pretty solid get away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Sht3ihNo0XI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ZMTx5G9e3RI/s200/100_3681.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339993218092683634" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-3763544993988195586?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/3763544993988195586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-day-weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/3763544993988195586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/3763544993988195586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-day-weekend.html' title='Memorial Day Weekend'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/Sht1-hhQ6iI/AAAAAAAAAF4/PrLg2RhnF10/s72-c/100_3624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-4465395475106208093</id><published>2009-05-23T18:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T18:31:54.944-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/ShiVbO42buI/AAAAAAAAAFw/mYb6uq1-R0A/s1600-h/100_3558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/ShiVbO42buI/AAAAAAAAAFw/mYb6uq1-R0A/s320/100_3558.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339181653333274338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missoula has been beautiful this week! In the 80's everyday. Couldn't ask for a better first week of summer. I also have decided that this blog has become a great distraction/break from my job searching efforts, hence the almost daily posts. Who knows, maybe someone will read this post who is looking for an employee (wink wink). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole "graduating from college" thing has quite sunk in yet. I think that will happen come September when everyone is heading back to class. I must admit, continuing school does sound much much easier than trying to find a "good" job in this economy. How I took advantage the simplicity of registrating for classes and having the next few months of your life all planned out for you. Is this what I have heard of as "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;The Real World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"?!? For those of you still enjoying your college years, cherish it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-4465395475106208093?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/4465395475106208093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/05/real-world.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/4465395475106208093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/4465395475106208093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/05/real-world.html' title='The Real World'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/ShiVbO42buI/AAAAAAAAAFw/mYb6uq1-R0A/s72-c/100_3558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-6346649752226112317</id><published>2009-05-21T23:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:48:11.577-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Hunting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/ShY8h3iSwDI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qh_weStJFGQ/s1600-h/1445.monster-logo-with-tagline_nuncscio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/ShY8h3iSwDI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qh_weStJFGQ/s200/1445.monster-logo-with-tagline_nuncscio.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338520960835436594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This week I have begun my job hunting efforts. I think hunting is an appropriate term, because I have never liked to hunt things and am not very good at it. This is true when it comes to finding a career. I know its only been 4 days, but I'm becoming discouraged. I have had no "bites" on all the places I have sent out my resume. I'm praying to God (and you should too) that something falls into place, soon. Any advice you have to offer would be greatly appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-6346649752226112317?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/6346649752226112317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/05/job-hunting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/6346649752226112317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/6346649752226112317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/05/job-hunting.html' title='Job Hunting'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/ShY8h3iSwDI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/qh_weStJFGQ/s72-c/1445.monster-logo-with-tagline_nuncscio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-3211855528104084807</id><published>2009-05-20T18:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T18:58:44.321-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/ShSm_g3ASeI/AAAAAAAAAFI/98ubMCBINuM/s200/100_3541.JPG'/><title type='text'>Recent Happenings</title><content type='html'>I most apologize for the large gap in my blogging. I'm back from my hiatus, hellloooo blog! Lots has happened since my last post. I had my 22 birthday, watched best friend Liz graduate, and completed my college career.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lets start with my birthday. On April 27 I turned 22! The celebration went down at the Iron Horse Pub. It was a great turnout, about 30 of my close girl and guy friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; showed up (on a Monday I might add) to help be celebrate my day of birth. I had far too much fun. I was playing an air trombone around the bar, and later that night danced on a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;table to.. no music. Needless to say, it was an amazing night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next big thing that I got to do was visit my besty, Liz Abend, at her graduation from Pepperdine. It was an amazing trip. I flew down to Malibu with her family. Walked around V&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enice beach, which was.... an experience. Later that night listened to Liz deliver an amazing speak to her graduation class at their banquet. Hit up dance club, "Ch. 8" were we fended off creeps on the dance flow and I paid $40 for three drinks!!! Saturday was all about commencement services. Liz was the first to graduate (wooo!) Their stage was out side on a hill with the backdrop being the pacific ocean. The weather was beautiful. It was a great day! We flew back Sunday and I drove back to school. Ugh. Her graduation got me very excited for my own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/ShSkzWNFPhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/WlztBZ8SiVU/s200/2884_90748163960_754603960_1743056_5405174_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338072660381613586" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 short weeks later it was my turn. Liz flew in on Wednesday. Marcy, her, and I went out to the Top Hat that night and enjoyed the live bands. Thursday was my last day of work. I may have shed a tear when I turned in my key. I'll miss you UM Foundation. Thursday was also my last day of college. The feeling as I left the business buil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ding was one of mixed emotions. But we celebrated with some shopping and 2-for-1 drink specials downtown that night. Friday was grad parties and the Miller clan rolling into town. Early to bed for a big day of graduating. Finally MAY 16 ARRIVED!!! My day was stressful, exciting, sad, and overwhelming. It was a picture taking, small tears, goodbyes, congrats, sweating, "cap head", and long speeches. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/ShSm_g3ASeI/AAAAAAAAAFI/98ubMCBINuM/s200/100_3541.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338075068423490018" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that night Marcy and I had our graduation party at the Press Box, all of our family and friends were there with us to celebrate. Overall it was an amazing weekend. More to come on life post-college!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-3211855528104084807?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/3211855528104084807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/05/recent-happenings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/3211855528104084807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/3211855528104084807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/05/recent-happenings.html' title='Recent Happenings'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/ShSkzWNFPhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/WlztBZ8SiVU/s72-c/2884_90748163960_754603960_1743056_5405174_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-7938543617275916600</id><published>2009-04-10T23:29:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:52:59.614-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break 09 - Day 2 3.27</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SeAuHj9qEUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/CJaNBK7S8W0/s1600-h/100_3245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SeAuHj9qEUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/CJaNBK7S8W0/s200/100_3245.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323305466999738690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First actual day in Panama City Beach. We got a ride from a very nice, generous business man who, in fact, paid for our $30 ride. We were a little skeptical at first, but the taxi looked legit. Just a nice guy doing a nice thing (and money to burn). We got all checked into our hotel, Casa Loma (a Best Western). And then we decided our first drink of spring break was WAY over due! So we walked (in the rai&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SeAwKpb32iI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HXaCSd0y0pE/s200/100_3262.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323307719031511586" /&gt;n) to the closest bar. Little did we know that this bar, The Red Door Saloon, would be our favorite bar of the whole trip. The locals and bartenders welcome the drenched, obvious tourists into the establishment. We got pizza (cheese because it was Friday) and beer, and the bartenders fell in love with Montana girls. Drinks were free. Bound to get on the beach we left The Red Door and put our swimming suits. We in the rain and wind frolicked in the gulf. Even though it was a double red flag (meaning whatever you do, don't get in the water!!!). We continued to have a pool party (just the two of us). Including cannon balls, swan dives, and Marco Polo. Because it was Friday night, and we were in crazy party mode, we decided we were going to hit up one of the big clubs that night, Club La Vela. We put on our party pants and hit the club wit&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SeAu5uu0jmI/AAAAAAAAAEw/K0ng3gepPBg/s200/100_3261.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323306328883760738" /&gt;h goals of dancing till it hurts. It was fun, until Marcy innocently made the mistake of handing a boy her drink for TWO seconds. We were instantly kicked out. Which ended up working out fine, because we were both tired from all the traveling. That concluded day one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-7938543617275916600?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/7938543617275916600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-break-09-day-2-327.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/7938543617275916600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/7938543617275916600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-break-09-day-2-327.html' title='Spring Break 09 - Day 2 3.27'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SeAuHj9qEUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/CJaNBK7S8W0/s72-c/100_3245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6505883685496314758.post-2504883095919581940</id><published>2009-04-10T22:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:26:01.841-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break 09 - Day 1</title><content type='html'>Seeking a very cliche last spring, my good friend Marcy and I decided to take a trip to Panama City Beach, Florida. Pre-SB, I spent my days counting the hours till I was on a beach and googling tips, fun clubs, and photos of other spring breakers. The day finally came. Marcy and I drove down to my hometown of Blackfoot, Idaho and my mother generously drove us to the airport in Salt Lake City, Utah. We caught the plane to Denver which was ex&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SeApvfoxC6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5wyTDqP4nV0/s200/100_3243.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323300655475002274" /&gt;periencing a huge blizzard. This was real stressful, so our first plan of action once we landed was to get a drink on the layover, even if it was a $10 bloody mary. To much disappointment, every single shop was closed, except McDonalds. No such thing as a McTini. We settled for $7 happy meals. Caught our flight to Atlanta, Georgia. Small layover there; very very early in the morning. We were so tired and excited at the same time that it made everything funny. I mean everything. Boarded our last flight to Panama City, or so we thought. Apparently there was a huge storm hovering just above our designation. We had to go land in Valdosta, GA for way longer than we wanted to. Bored, tired, and really ready to just be there our patience grew thin as the pilot said the storm had cleared and we could reboard the plane. The next plane ride was so rough. Marcy and I both got sick. Our little plane was getting shaken like a maraca. We miraculously made it! WE ARRIVED!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6505883685496314758-2504883095919581940?l=millerin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/feeds/2504883095919581940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-break-09-day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/2504883095919581940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6505883685496314758/posts/default/2504883095919581940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millerin.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring-break-09-day-1.html' title='Spring Break 09 - Day 1'/><author><name>EMiller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13987287452528560521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SWrEXw0N-sI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oqsjYKfrmmw/S220/e02BW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V68Jw8Rt_U8/SeApvfoxC6I/AAAAAAAAAEg/5wyTDqP4nV0/s72-c/100_3243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
