<?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-9021888434265949453</id><updated>2012-01-26T09:20:08.227-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuck's Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>207</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-8694574977674060443</id><published>2012-01-10T16:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T16:56:41.289-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking....a great way to keep in shape.....</title><content type='html'>I was told many times in the past, that I should get in shape. My response? &amp;nbsp;Round is a shape.. &amp;nbsp;Well, after moving back to Danville a couple of years ago, I decided it was time to do something about my "shape". &amp;nbsp;I started walking, and I have come to really enjoy it. In fact, I am not happy when I can not get to walk. &amp;nbsp;This is the 1st winter since I have been home, that I have actually been able to walk outside. &amp;nbsp;Yes, I could walk at the mall, but it's not quite the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the key is to dress for the occasion. &amp;nbsp;So far now, I have walked in 20 degree weather. Just put on some long johns, a good jacket, with my hooded sweatshirt, and a good pair of gloves. So far, that has sufficed. &amp;nbsp;Up to this point, I have still been able to wear my tennis shoes, but if it actually snows this winter, I will have to wear some heavier boots with a bit of tread on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last couple of months, possibly because of the holidays, I have been on some what of a&amp;nbsp;plateau. &amp;nbsp;I am so close to getting to that 75 pound loss mark. &amp;nbsp;I will get it, that I know. &amp;nbsp;My goals after the 75 pound mark of course is my 100 pound loss, then going below 200 for the 1st time in over 20 years. &amp;nbsp;Then my final goal will be reaching my ultimate goal of 170 pounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A walking goal I have is when ever I am able to return to San Diego for a visit is to walk to the top of one of the local mountains in the La Mesa/El Cajon area. More commonly known as &lt;a href="http://www.mtrp.org/pop_map_details.asp?area_idno=0&amp;amp;habitat_idno=0&amp;amp;trail_idno=3" target="_blank"&gt;Cowles Mountain.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; Will I achieve this goal, it is only a trail of about 1.5 miles, but it goes up to 1511 feet. We will see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-8694574977674060443?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/8694574977674060443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=8694574977674060443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/8694574977674060443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/8694574977674060443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2012/01/walkinga-great-way-to-keep-in-shape.html' title='Walking....a great way to keep in shape.....'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-8262574693420090212</id><published>2012-01-06T13:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T13:09:17.058-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A new Year..............</title><content type='html'>Ok, so we have an entered a new year. &amp;nbsp;What am I to say, except for maybe Happy New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love writing, but sometimes I get writer's block. &amp;nbsp;I don't like writing negative things, but sometimes I just have to get things off of my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, well today has been a good day so far. As I type this, the temperature is about 55 degrees. Can you believe that. Today is January 6. I hate winter solely because of the cold weather. &amp;nbsp;I could put up with snow if it could exist in this type of weather, but we all know it can not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since moving back to Danville I have started walking, but the winter months have put a damper on that. Yes, I could walk up at the mall, but I do not enjoy that for some reason. I like being out and about. Waving at people as they drive by and honk, stopping to talk with people as we walk by each other. &amp;nbsp;Each day, when possible, I try walking about 3.5 miles, which takes me a bit under 1 &amp;nbsp;1/2 hours. &amp;nbsp;During the spring and summer, I try to do that in the mornings about 8am. A great start to the day. In the fall, have to push it back to afternoons so it becomes warmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen to my scanner, and hear all the various police calls. Some day I will either get a new scanner or maybe some kind soul will put their scanner on line so we who do not have the P25 capability along with the NAC codes to monitor the fire department can enjoy it once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burning question that I know some may have. Do I miss San Diego? &amp;nbsp;I would be lying if I said I didn't, but Danville is home once again. I can always visit the San Diego area once in a while. &amp;nbsp;What keeps me going in Danville?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family of course...at least most of them. &amp;nbsp;I have had a couple lately who seem to have given up on me, well, that's their problem, not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowling...a sport that I love. I know I am not bowling up to my potential, or at least I don't think I am......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course....TOPS...take off pounds sensibly. &amp;nbsp;I enjoy the challenge of taking all this weight off, and I will succeed. &amp;nbsp;You can bet on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I have bored you enuff for today. &amp;nbsp;This is my 1st blog for 2012. Will it be my last? Dunno, will have to see.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-8262574693420090212?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/8262574693420090212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=8262574693420090212' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/8262574693420090212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/8262574693420090212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year.html' title='A new Year..............'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-8262684071315973081</id><published>2011-12-25T17:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T17:34:35.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking ahead......</title><content type='html'>I am wishing each of my friends, family, and readers a great year to come. &amp;nbsp;Each year means a new start for each of us, and new goals. &amp;nbsp;What are your goals for the new year? &amp;nbsp;Are there goals that you wish others would try to achieve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. &amp;nbsp;I have basically been very happy with my life the past couple of years since moving back to my hometown here in Illinois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for what I would like to see happen, continuing to lose weight is my # 1 goal. I want to lose at least 55 more pounds. That will get me below 200. I can not remember the last time I was below this weight. &amp;nbsp;How did I do this? &amp;nbsp;Walking. Did you hear me? &amp;nbsp;WALKING!! &amp;nbsp;I never thought I would be a walker, but I have learned to not only enjoy walking, but I actually love it. &amp;nbsp;This spring, I will have a new walking companion. Jacky, our Jack Russell Terrier will be joining me. &amp;nbsp;This should also be good for him. &amp;nbsp;I usually walk 3.5 miles a day, maybe even have a camera in hand. &amp;nbsp;Thanks for all the support......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what do I wish for others? Easy, common sense, and most importantly common decency. &amp;nbsp;Leave me OUT of your drama. If it does not concern my family, then I want no part of it. I certainly do not need the stress. My blood pressure was slight elevated this past week due to personal stress, after reading some very unkind remarks. Remarks that were very hurtful, and not completely spelled out, and of course only one side was given. &amp;nbsp;The person making the remarks seems to forget that they knew this was going on all the time. They also forgot that we are relatives and not strangers. They also forget that they were in favor of this at the very beginning. All of a sudden, their opinion has shifted, simply because they are angry with me for something that happened almost a year ago. &amp;nbsp;I have apologized. &amp;nbsp;It is really time to move on. &amp;nbsp;I am hoping that some day, they will put down the grudge they have now been carrying for almost a year, and move on. &amp;nbsp;Lift that heavy burden. &amp;nbsp;I do not hold grudges. &amp;nbsp;I know I am not perfect, but I have been taught to forgive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everyone, and I hope this is your best yet!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-8262684071315973081?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/8262684071315973081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=8262684071315973081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/8262684071315973081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/8262684071315973081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/12/looking-ahead.html' title='Looking ahead......'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-6298770398411151316</id><published>2011-12-20T11:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T11:57:28.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it worth it?</title><content type='html'>It is the Christmas season. &amp;nbsp;Is it really worth the anger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s320x320/400579_208211135930657_151206238297814_462693_478848921_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/s320x320/399868_220842027993816_135612266516793_434715_439604695_n.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know that I am not perfect. &amp;nbsp;No one is. The only person that was ever perfect was crucified on a cross many years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I try very hard to be a person of integrity, honesty, and truthfulness. &amp;nbsp;I realize people may not always agree with me, but in the end, I am the one who has to look at myself in the mirror.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My wife Evey and I will be married 25 years in July. How have we lasted so long after other marriages fail all the time? Very easily. We communicate. I do not control her, or tell her what to do. &amp;nbsp;I do not choose who her friends are, as she does not choose mine either. &amp;nbsp;Oh, I guess I could ask her to not be friends with certain persons, but would that be the right thing to do? Of course not, just like it would not be right for her to ask me. &amp;nbsp;I can count on my fingers the number of arguments we have had in all the time we have been married. &amp;nbsp;Yes, we have been married almost 25 years, and hopefully will make it at least 25 more years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have a very Merry Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Until the next time....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-6298770398411151316?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/6298770398411151316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=6298770398411151316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/6298770398411151316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/6298770398411151316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/12/is-it-worth-it.html' title='Is it worth it?'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-147267756581587207</id><published>2011-12-16T11:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T16:14:14.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Senior.....At  what age do you become a Senior?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L2NYzCsdb4s/TuuD6DW02OI/AAAAAAAAANE/m62-QYdLQuM/s1600/aarp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="91" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L2NYzCsdb4s/TuuD6DW02OI/AAAAAAAAANE/m62-QYdLQuM/s320/aarp.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;That is really a hard question to ask, as there are several different answers. However, I simply go by one, very simple answer. It is 50 years of age? &amp;nbsp;Sure, you can not claim Social Security until the age of 62, 65, or even 70, depending on the amount you want to collect. &amp;nbsp;I however, will stick to the age of 50.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now some of you may ask, why do I choose 50. Good question. Again the answer is very easy. &amp;nbsp;A national organization called AARP. Perhaps you have heard of it. &amp;nbsp;You can join the AARP when you reach the age of 50. I joined at that age, and have been a member now for over 8 1/2 years. So, yes, I am considered a Senior by a national organization.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, by the way, I measured my nose, and it is the correct size for a man my age and size.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Until the next time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/9021888434265949453-147267756581587207?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/147267756581587207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=147267756581587207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/147267756581587207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/147267756581587207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/12/seniorat-what-age-do-you-become-senior.html' title='Senior.....At  what age do you become a Senior?'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L2NYzCsdb4s/TuuD6DW02OI/AAAAAAAAANE/m62-QYdLQuM/s72-c/aarp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-7099738889555313892</id><published>2011-12-11T17:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T17:04:12.992-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The REAL reason for the season.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YN0QTDanC-Q/TuU23NfKRnI/AAAAAAAAAM8/UZTu84HeiA4/s1600/santa+and+jesus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YN0QTDanC-Q/TuU23NfKRnI/AAAAAAAAAM8/UZTu84HeiA4/s320/santa+and+jesus.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you know that I play Santa each year, and have done so for over 30 years. &amp;nbsp;There are some who might think Santa is bad for Christmas, but as you might think I whole heartedly disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it depends on the Santa. &amp;nbsp;I have on many occasions, especially in a Church setting, had everyone sing Happy Birthday to Jesus, our Lord and Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo above depicts the way it should be and is many times. Santa kneeling and praying before Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas folks.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and remember, the real reason for the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-7099738889555313892?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/7099738889555313892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=7099738889555313892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/7099738889555313892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/7099738889555313892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/12/real-reason-for-season.html' title='The REAL reason for the season.'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YN0QTDanC-Q/TuU23NfKRnI/AAAAAAAAAM8/UZTu84HeiA4/s72-c/santa+and+jesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-3431975433707982440</id><published>2011-12-08T11:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T11:08:59.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you, could you be a blood donor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Blood_drop : Smiling Blood Drop, Isolated On White Background, Illustration" src="http://us.cdn1.123rf.com/168nwm/barbaliss/barbaliss1105/barbaliss110500018/9485871-smiling-blood-drop-isolated-on-white-background-illustration.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A horrific accident happens at 2 in the morning. A car runs a red light at an intersection. The driver had fallen asleep at the wheel. The car hits another car broadside, leaving one driver dead, and thee other in serious condition, and taken to the ER. He has lost a lot of blood among other serious injuries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He needs blood. Luckily there is a blood bank near the hospital which is able to fill this need. &amp;nbsp;This helps him to survive, even with his serious injuries. &amp;nbsp;Blood banks would not be able to survive with out volunteers giving blood. Have you volunteered? &amp;nbsp;Are you able to give blood? I have had the pleasure and honor to be a blood donor since way back in the late 70's, when I was a Danville Fire Fighter. &amp;nbsp;I remember going thru EMT training and working a shift in the ER. It was busy that evening, and a patient was brought in, very&amp;nbsp;similar&amp;nbsp;to the scenario I presented above. It showed me the importance of volunteers giving blood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Over the years, I have been able to give almost 50 units of blood. That is over 6 and a quarter gallons. &amp;nbsp;Giving blood takes about an hour of your time, and it can save a life. &amp;nbsp;I realize there are some who can not be a volunteer, for example, my wife. You have to weigh more than 110 pounds, she weighs less, so is not able to participate. &amp;nbsp;There are some who can not volunteer simply because of their health, and that is understandable.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What I find funny tho, is to be quite honest, I know of at least 2 people who do not like me, their problem, not mine, but if they have ever had any blood given to them, they could have my blood flowing thru their veins...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That is funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Remember...until the next time....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-3431975433707982440?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/3431975433707982440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=3431975433707982440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/3431975433707982440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/3431975433707982440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/12/are-you-could-you-be-blood-donor.html' title='Are you, could you be a blood donor?'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-1818855056322955234</id><published>2011-11-20T19:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T19:21:29.717-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't tread on me!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gXnDMXpLAOU/TsmjBC_gBRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/4FAPQT6wUKU/s1600/impress.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gXnDMXpLAOU/TsmjBC_gBRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/4FAPQT6wUKU/s1600/impress.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I have now lived back in Danville for just a month over 2 years. &amp;nbsp;I have found that there are a "few" people who do not like me. Guess what? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I don't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;For the most part, I will do most anything we can to help people out, if at all possible, but as the old saying goes, don't tread on me. Have we made mistakes? Sure we have. When we have, we will apologize, and we would like for people to accept that apology and move on, and not to hold a grudge. Since moving back to Illinois, I can not believe the number of people who feel comfortable in holding grudges, but you know what, if it makes them happy, let them hold them as long as they want to. Guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I don't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;For the most part, my siblings and I are close. Do we have our disagreements, sure we do, we did as kids, we will as adults. &amp;nbsp;I feel I get along with most folks, if only given the chance. They say the proof is in the pudding. Well, I must be doing something right. All you have to do is take a look at my Face Book friend count. Over 1200 friends. Yep, that's right, 1200!! &amp;nbsp;I feel so blessed to have that many. &amp;nbsp;They are from my past, and my present, classmates from high school, former co-workers, Church friends, family, Amateur Radio Operators, Politicians, people from all walks of life. &amp;nbsp;Oh, I am sure I have some people on my face book list who say they are my friends, but you know what, I know they're not, but I let them "hang" around, if that's what makes them feel better about them selves. &amp;nbsp;I know I have 2 folks who absolutely despise me, why? &amp;nbsp;I have no idea. &amp;nbsp;But, they seem to have such a hatred for me, but yet they are basically cowards, as they know me, but I have absolutely no idea who they are. They hide behind a screen name. &amp;nbsp;To be honest, I used to let things bother me when people said things bad about me, but then my wise brother asked why do you even respond to these people, and you know what. He was right, they are nothing to me. &amp;nbsp;I know I live a great life, and I try to do for others. &amp;nbsp;I will do almost anything I can for you, but if I don't happen to fit the mold exactly as you think I should. Guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I don't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Until the next time.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-1818855056322955234?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/1818855056322955234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=1818855056322955234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/1818855056322955234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/1818855056322955234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/11/dont-tread-on-me.html' title='Don&apos;t tread on me!!!'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gXnDMXpLAOU/TsmjBC_gBRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/4FAPQT6wUKU/s72-c/impress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-8282947785956504525</id><published>2011-11-11T21:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T21:05:53.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration</title><content type='html'>Ever get frustrated? &amp;nbsp; Of course you have, and I would imagine many times in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know, I really enjoy the sport of bowling. Not only is it an individual sport, but a team sport as well. &amp;nbsp;I started bowling way back in about the mid 70's...with a 24 year&amp;nbsp;hiatus&amp;nbsp;from about 1984 to 2008. &amp;nbsp; To put it simply...I don't think I have been bowling up to my potential. &amp;nbsp;I have bowled games in the 200's, but I can never seem to string them together. &amp;nbsp;I have yet to bowl a 600 series. &amp;nbsp;Of course I have never bowled a 300 game. Will I ever? &amp;nbsp;Who knows, I sure hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bowl 2 leagues a week. My average runs anywhere from 143 to 155 or so. I know that I can bowl better than what I am doing. When I bowl below my potential, I get frustrated with myself, not only am I letting myself down, more importantly, I am letting my team down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I will bowling in a senior tourney in Elgin, Il. Normally I rise to the occasion, and last year Greg and I finished 4th in the state for our division. I am going to do my&amp;nbsp;darnedest&amp;nbsp;to equal that or even surpass it, but 1st, I have to remedy what ever it is that has been&amp;nbsp;plaguing&amp;nbsp;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-8282947785956504525?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/8282947785956504525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=8282947785956504525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/8282947785956504525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/8282947785956504525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/11/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-6552891526779658917</id><published>2011-10-20T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T10:11:21.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>People who leave you...........</title><content type='html'>How many times have you gotten upset if some one has left your life, especially when they have accused you of doing something wrong, when you know for a fact, that you have done nothing wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me make it clear I am NOT talking about anyone in particular, but I am sure each of us have had this happen to them, one time or another. &amp;nbsp;I ran across this on Facebook this morning, and thought it was just perfect for all of us to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next time, some one leaves our life for any reason, remember, it was simply time.....a new chapter shall begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KVmaVztqSgc/TqA6BhuRByI/AAAAAAAAAMI/WpeLLZAekTo/s1600/people+leave.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KVmaVztqSgc/TqA6BhuRByI/AAAAAAAAAMI/WpeLLZAekTo/s1600/people+leave.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-6552891526779658917?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/6552891526779658917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=6552891526779658917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/6552891526779658917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/6552891526779658917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/10/people-who-leave-you.html' title='People who leave you...........'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KVmaVztqSgc/TqA6BhuRByI/AAAAAAAAAMI/WpeLLZAekTo/s72-c/people+leave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-4587432297297048726</id><published>2011-10-18T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T13:01:23.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Barnee Boy......</title><content type='html'>I feel like such a whoos right now. Tears streaming down my face like a big baby. It is so very hard to type these words, but type them I must do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you know our Barnee, a Boston Terrier dog. We have had him for so many years. He came with us from San Diego, and of course has become part of our family, just like a child. Barnee has given us unconditional love. &amp;nbsp;He did not care if we were rich or poor, fat or slim, all he knew is that we loved him, and he loved us. &amp;nbsp;Every time we came back home, there he was, greeting us at the door, even if we had only been gone 5 minutes. He would greet our friends and relatives with kisses. &amp;nbsp;A funny thing tho, is when ever my brother would come over, Barnee would rush to his dinner bowl and stand guard, like he was going to take some of his food. We would all laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barnee had this big green plastic "ball". &amp;nbsp;Actually it was more pear shaped. &amp;nbsp;He would guard this ball with everything he had. If you tried to take it from him, he would growl like he was so very ferocious. He wasn't tho, he would just follow you around until you gave him his ball back. &amp;nbsp;Every nite, he had to have his ball before he went to sleep. Many times we had "ball alert", where we had to stop everything we were doing, and look for that ball, before any of us could rest. Oh, and he knew when it was time to go to bed. &amp;nbsp;He knew my routine... &amp;nbsp;Every nite I would watch tv and be on the computer, and when it was bed time, I would shut everything down. As soon as he saw both the tv and computer shut down, he knew it was time to go to bed, and off he went towards the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few months, Barnee has been deaf, and last nite he appeared to have lost his sight as well, maybe because of a stroke. He could only walk a few inches or so, before he would fall down. &amp;nbsp;It is heartbreaking. We love this little boy so very much, and we will miss him. &amp;nbsp;This afternoon at 2pm, we will be letting him go, to cross that rainbow bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7yWF8WgbTwY/Tp2-zHqGyrI/AAAAAAAAAMA/uxtvUxxXLnY/s1600/IMG_2336.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7yWF8WgbTwY/Tp2-zHqGyrI/AAAAAAAAAMA/uxtvUxxXLnY/s320/IMG_2336.JPG" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thank you Barnee, for giving us your unconditional love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-4587432297297048726?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/4587432297297048726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=4587432297297048726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/4587432297297048726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/4587432297297048726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/10/barnee-boy.html' title='Barnee Boy......'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7yWF8WgbTwY/Tp2-zHqGyrI/AAAAAAAAAMA/uxtvUxxXLnY/s72-c/IMG_2336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-2669443781300703495</id><published>2011-10-16T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T13:36:59.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If you approach bad or challenging things that happen to you in your life as blessings and not road blocks, you will benefit from those moments in the long run.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mMqTGG4BIMg/TpskKAJ7YEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/mTARjGZlAjY/s1600/olive+branch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="181" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mMqTGG4BIMg/TpskKAJ7YEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/mTARjGZlAjY/s200/olive+branch.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the game baseball? I do, and life is a lot like the game of baseball. Sometimes life throws you some curve balls. You never know what is coming your way, and sometimes it can come out of no where, or so it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part, I really think I am a very easy, laid back person, who get's along easily with others, but, I will admit I am stubborn at times. &amp;nbsp;Those times are very noticeable when I KNOW I am right. &amp;nbsp;If I am wrong, I will be the 1st to admit that, but if I know I am right, why should I apologize for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are some folks who may not like me, and there are some who may not agree with how I live my life, but hey....it's MY life. &amp;nbsp;I will never intentionally hurt anyone. &amp;nbsp;If I have ever hurt anyone, you can be sure it was unintentional, but I do apologize for that. &amp;nbsp;I do things in my life for a purpose. Family is very important to me, and for the most part, I will do what ever I can for any of my family. However, please understand that my immediate family comes 1st, and that's the way it should be. By immediate family, I mean my wife 1st, then my kids. &amp;nbsp;Then my parents, my brothers and sisters, then other extended family members like nephews, nieces, and cousin, aunts and uncles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of us are perfect, I know I am not. I have made mistakes in the past, and I will probably make them in the future. Trick question? &amp;nbsp;Are you perfect? I know that my wife is not perfect, neither are my kids. I love them tho, unconditionally. &amp;nbsp;I know there are some who might not like my wife because they feel she is very outspoken, or simply says what's on her mind. Sometimes she might say things that might be considered wrong in a given situation. &amp;nbsp;You know what, she is human. &amp;nbsp;Ignore it. &amp;nbsp;I know she does it, but what am I to do. Sometimes I get the impression that some of these folks would be happy if I left her. Guess what...THAT WILL NEVER HAPPEN!!!! &amp;nbsp;How would you like it if I treated your spouse that way? &amp;nbsp;I have always tried to treat my brother's and sisters spouses, and yes, kids with respect, because that is who they chose. We are not going to agree on everything, but think about this, life is much to short to hold grudges. We all know how quickly things can change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If some one says something you don't like...hey ignore it. Is it really going to change your life that much? &amp;nbsp;Do you really want to live without that family member or even friend for the rest of your life? &amp;nbsp;Some how I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you think you know me, but really don't. &amp;nbsp;I was gone for 25 years, living completely across the country. &amp;nbsp;I get the impression that some might think you can just walk over me. Please, do not take my kind heart spirit for weakness. &amp;nbsp;I will stick up for my family regardless of who they are or what they have done, simply because everyone has made mistakes, and no one is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am announcing an amnesty program of sorts, lol. &amp;nbsp;If I have offended you in anyway, I apologize.....it was unintentional. If you have offended me, I accept your apology. No questions asked. We are family, and we need to stick together. That is the Christian thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My words above are not intended to flame, rather to soothe any hard feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-2669443781300703495?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/2669443781300703495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=2669443781300703495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/2669443781300703495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/2669443781300703495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/10/if-you-approach-bad-or-challenging.html' title='If you approach bad or challenging things that happen to you in your life as blessings and not road blocks, you will benefit from those moments in the long run.'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mMqTGG4BIMg/TpskKAJ7YEI/AAAAAAAAAL4/mTARjGZlAjY/s72-c/olive+branch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-7541825830388958037</id><published>2011-10-14T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T15:54:22.882-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready to help....</title><content type='html'>You know....I have always been the type of guy who is willing to help anyone, but there is a time that things like that have got to come to a stop. &amp;nbsp;Guess, this is one of those times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one to agree that it sometimes takes me longer to learn new lessons in life, but maybe that's because I am getting older. &amp;nbsp;I dunno, but some things have to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up until about a year ago, I would sometimes go out of my way to help people, but no longer. At least, with out them asking. &amp;nbsp;No more volunteering on my part. &amp;nbsp;Some one needs my help, they best ask first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and I are quite a bit alike. We both agree on two major things....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want my opinion, don't ask for it, and 2ndly, if you don't like me, don't come near me, don't talk to me, and so forth. Don't stress yourself out. It is highly unlikely that I will change my thinking after 58 years on this earth. I used to really worry about how or what people thought about me, but you know what, I don't care anymore. I am me, and you are you. &amp;nbsp;I have found out in life's experiences that most disagreements or&amp;nbsp;arguments&amp;nbsp;are really stupid. Many of them are based on conversations that some one had with some one else, and the whole story was never told. After some people find out the real truth, then they feel badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's the deal, I want absolutely no drama or stress in my life. If I had wanted that, I could have stayed in big city life. Rather, I moved back to rural Illinois, where the pace of living is slowed, and people tend to talk a bit more, relax, and not stress. If you want to give me stress or drama, please, just turn around and walk away. Do yourself and me a favor and if we are Facebook friends, just delete me. &amp;nbsp;I do ask tho, if you do delete me, let me know, so I don't think it was a Facebook error, and then send a request to you again. There will not be any hard feelings on my end. &amp;nbsp;Anyway, I hope everyone has a great day, a stress and drama free day. &amp;nbsp;I know I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-7541825830388958037?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/7541825830388958037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=7541825830388958037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/7541825830388958037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/7541825830388958037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/10/ready-to-help.html' title='Ready to help....'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-9189914230627063547</id><published>2011-10-13T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T17:25:14.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Telling it like it is.....</title><content type='html'>I am going to tell you like it is......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bowling sucks.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have absolutely no idea why I am bowling so poorly. &amp;nbsp;I know I have a much higher potential. Rolling scores in the 120s and 130's is not acceptable. &amp;nbsp;There is no reason I should not be able to pick up the elusive 10 pin on a constant basis. I can do it in practice.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get so frustrated with myself. Next week, we are bowling a very good team, and it is a must win. &amp;nbsp;I am letting my team mates down. Maybe I should be sick and let them simply use my average....but that would not be the sportsman's like thing to do.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-9189914230627063547?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/9189914230627063547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=9189914230627063547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/9189914230627063547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/9189914230627063547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/10/telling-it-like-it-is.html' title='Telling it like it is.....'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-6717774257357886039</id><published>2011-10-13T17:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T17:19:33.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes, this speaks volumes......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7nanm2pRjho/Tpdjx_MOO_I/AAAAAAAAALw/iAyG4QvOSgs/s1600/drama.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7nanm2pRjho/Tpdjx_MOO_I/AAAAAAAAALw/iAyG4QvOSgs/s1600/drama.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-6717774257357886039?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/6717774257357886039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=6717774257357886039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/6717774257357886039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/6717774257357886039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/10/sometimes-this-speaks-volumes.html' title='Sometimes, this speaks volumes......'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7nanm2pRjho/Tpdjx_MOO_I/AAAAAAAAALw/iAyG4QvOSgs/s72-c/drama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-7664982706323717944</id><published>2011-10-04T12:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T12:19:04.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry folks....brain fart....</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, the best way to rid yourself of a problem is to simply ignore it.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some great advice I have received, a piece of advice that I am going to take.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-7664982706323717944?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/7664982706323717944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=7664982706323717944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/7664982706323717944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/7664982706323717944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/10/sorry-folksbrain-fart.html' title='Sorry folks....brain fart....'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-6168580035526201690</id><published>2011-10-04T07:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T07:52:03.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Blog....brief, but to the point....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NK7wbaqWfSY/TosBXTwe9bI/AAAAAAAAALo/qrpHKC3xKDE/s1600/revenge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NK7wbaqWfSY/TosBXTwe9bI/AAAAAAAAALo/qrpHKC3xKDE/s1600/revenge.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-6168580035526201690?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/6168580035526201690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=6168580035526201690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/6168580035526201690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/6168580035526201690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/10/quick-blogbrief-but-to-point.html' title='Quick Blog....brief, but to the point....'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NK7wbaqWfSY/TosBXTwe9bI/AAAAAAAAALo/qrpHKC3xKDE/s72-c/revenge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-7384202417710587616</id><published>2011-10-03T16:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T16:18:01.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another funny Story.......</title><content type='html'>Did you hear this funny story. &amp;nbsp;Again, I won't mention names. &amp;nbsp;There was this person, see I won't even mention the gender, who was caught putting their hand on the computer monitor screen. &amp;nbsp;When some one walked in and asked them what they were doing, they said they were at a site that was reading their palms...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-7384202417710587616?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/7384202417710587616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=7384202417710587616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/7384202417710587616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/7384202417710587616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/10/another-funny-story.html' title='Another funny Story.......'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-9155816137134107520</id><published>2011-10-01T20:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T20:14:22.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nB1bIDbOo8I/Toe649qpSpI/AAAAAAAAALg/BD9y9ew3wE4/s1600/forgiving.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nB1bIDbOo8I/Toe649qpSpI/AAAAAAAAALg/BD9y9ew3wE4/s320/forgiving.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-9155816137134107520?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/9155816137134107520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=9155816137134107520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/9155816137134107520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/9155816137134107520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nB1bIDbOo8I/Toe649qpSpI/AAAAAAAAALg/BD9y9ew3wE4/s72-c/forgiving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-2089794024425365549</id><published>2011-09-29T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T16:49:35.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just seen this....</title><content type='html'>Very short blog tonite....just seen this on Facebook, and thought it was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness doesn't always mean that you have to become their friend...a person just has to let go of the hurt from an incident....and not hold a grudge....but, one doesn't always have to set themselves back up for even more. You are responsible for YOU!! They are responsible for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-2089794024425365549?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/2089794024425365549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=2089794024425365549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/2089794024425365549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/2089794024425365549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/09/just-seen-this.html' title='Just seen this....'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-1595120626855094355</id><published>2011-09-23T16:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T16:33:01.971-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What you see.....is what you get....</title><content type='html'>That's right....what you see, is what you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am me, and nobody else. &amp;nbsp;I don't expect anyone else to be any different. &amp;nbsp;I don't expect my relatives to be any different than what or who they are. God has made them the way they are for a purpose. It is not up to me to question why. I try and accept each and everyone of them for who they are. Guess what, there are some of my own relatives who don't like me, or may not like my wife for one reason or another, guess what, I don't really care anymore. &amp;nbsp;I am not here to please anyone any longer. We should all know by now that life is to short to sweat the small stuff. I am, who I am, &amp;nbsp;and will probably always will be. &amp;nbsp;58 years of doing something one way is a hard thing to start over on, and really, why should I? &amp;nbsp;I &amp;nbsp;have to ask myself, am I happy with the way my life is going? You bet I am.&amp;nbsp;I am probably the happiest I have been in a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother Greg and I are very close. &amp;nbsp;We bowl &amp;nbsp;twice a week on the same teams in 2 different leagues. &amp;nbsp;We are catching up for the time we missed while I &amp;nbsp;was living in San Diego. &amp;nbsp;I do,&amp;nbsp;unfortunately&amp;nbsp;have a few family members, both close and extended who might be mad at me for one reason or another, and for a while, I was upset, and I was really letting it bother me, but then I decided I did absolutely nothing wrong. Well, there was once, and I did&amp;nbsp;apologize, as it was during a very bad time, but I was not forgiven, and maybe never will be. &amp;nbsp;I can not control their emotions, as no one can control mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try very hard to be as nice to anyone as I possibly can, but I &amp;nbsp;have learned the hard way, that sometimes there is no way you can please everyone. &amp;nbsp;I have been called mean, controlling, a whiner, etc over the past year, &amp;nbsp;and it is very obvious that the person who has done this, has no idea who I really am, &amp;nbsp;and probably, could care less. &amp;nbsp;I have also had people in the past 2 years call me fat, lard ***, and other unflattering names. &amp;nbsp;I even have had one relative who &amp;nbsp;has told me that I will be fat all my life, and that TOPS will not happen. Guess what? &amp;nbsp;I am &amp;nbsp;proof positive that it does. &amp;nbsp;Have now lost over 60 pounds, and I am not&amp;nbsp;quitting&amp;nbsp;until I am down to 170 pounds, which &amp;nbsp;will give me a 152 pound loss. &amp;nbsp;Funny thing is the person who said this about me, also has a weight problem, and says it is because of medications. Yes, it could be that.....all they have to do is to talk with their doctors, and the doctors most likely will change their meds. &amp;nbsp;The doctors also want to see them lose weight for their health. &amp;nbsp;To say TOPS does not help, without even giving it a chance, is ludicrous. My&amp;nbsp;immediate&amp;nbsp;family know very well how TOPS can work, as my niece,who has given me so much inspiration lost over `120 pounds....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I am saying, is if you are one of my friends,I will try and be one of the best friends you have, always willing to have a listening ear, but please,accept me the way I &amp;nbsp;am, and don't try to &amp;nbsp;change me or tell me how to do things,and I promise you, I will accept you the way you are, and not try to change you. &amp;nbsp;Does that make any sense? &amp;nbsp;Sure hope so......so remember, what you see, is what you get, and when I see you,I expect nothing more. That is what friendship and family is all about......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-1595120626855094355?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/1595120626855094355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/1595120626855094355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/09/what-you-seeis-what-you-get.html' title='What you see.....is what you get....'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-2491010836382538209</id><published>2011-08-27T18:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T18:58:46.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Odds and Ends.....and life in general</title><content type='html'>Most of you know I am on a weight loss journey, and it is NOT always an easy road to travel. &amp;nbsp;I started this journey on a serious note, and if &amp;nbsp;my figures are correct, that is a bit over 3 pounds a month...some might think that is ok, but to be quite honest...I am hoping to see that rise some. &amp;nbsp;I lead a very active life style right now. &amp;nbsp;I am walking about 3.5 miles a day, bowl in 2 bowling leagues a week, and constantly on the go doing other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have joined TOPS, a great group of folks who constantly give encouragement and support, and they have helped me a great deal. As I have stated before, also helping, completely by accident were people who were trying to break my spirit by constantly putting me down, simply because I was over weight. &amp;nbsp;They were calling me names like lard ass, fat boy, fat ass, and so on. &amp;nbsp;You get the picture. &amp;nbsp;I even had one person who told me that &amp;nbsp;TOPS was a complete waste of time, and I would never lose any weight. &amp;nbsp;Guess what? &amp;nbsp;I have been, and yes, it is partly because of TOPS. However, I am the one who has done all the work. &amp;nbsp;I am the one who has walked all over Danville, I am the one who makes sure I no longer over eat. I am the one who takes the responsibility. &amp;nbsp;No one else. &amp;nbsp;My family is very supportive. &amp;nbsp;I used to think my weight problem was hereditary, or even caused by meds, but I made sure I consulted with my doctors and was not placed on meds that would cause weight gain. It can be done, just ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that everyone needs in life, is to be able to laugh at themselves. &amp;nbsp;You have to have a good sense of humor. &amp;nbsp;For example, sometimes things that happen in life, can be very&amp;nbsp;embarrassing&amp;nbsp;at first, but later you can laugh at it. &amp;nbsp;I remember an incident where some one had been sick while at work, and had accidentally soiled them selves, but you know, accidents happen. &amp;nbsp;You just have to laugh it off.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time folks....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-2491010836382538209?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/2491010836382538209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/2491010836382538209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/08/odds-and-endsand-life-in-general.html' title='Odds and Ends.....and life in general'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-3251595174512316208</id><published>2011-08-25T17:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T17:08:14.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaders...a good thing to have.....</title><content type='html'>My cousin wrote a blog on leadership, and it was a good&amp;nbsp;analogy&amp;nbsp;of what leadership should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was correct is saying that our Lord should be our 1st leader, with our pastor our 2nd most important leader in our lives. &amp;nbsp;There was an&amp;nbsp;anonymous&amp;nbsp;poster on his blog who stated that God should be our ONLY leader, and I have to disagree with this. &amp;nbsp;As I said, God should be our 1st and foremost, followed by our parents, then our pastors. &amp;nbsp;Other leaders could be our politicians, our school teachers, the principals, police officers, and the list goes on......there are many people who can be in leadership roles, and should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question...are you a leader, and if so, are&lt;br /&gt;you being a good leader where people watching you will be following a good example?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-3251595174512316208?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/3251595174512316208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/3251595174512316208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/08/leadersa-good-thing-to-have.html' title='Leaders...a good thing to have.....'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-5448463849667739496</id><published>2011-08-17T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T20:18:37.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday, August 17th, 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The last couple of days have been pretty good.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I did walk my usual route yesterday morning, and on my trip north I was talking with the principal of St Paul elementary school.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I was asking him about the practice of toilet papering the trees at Schlarman High school, and asking if it was possibly their rival football team’s high school, and he quickly stated oh no, that their school was too small to play Danville High now.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I understand that Danville High has an enrollment of about 2000, while Schlarman might be lucky to have about 100. Any, from what he said, it was the seniors who graduated the past year who did the papering, and the Juniors are the lucky ones to clean it up afterwards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;My walks are taking me about an hour and a half, if I don’t stop to talk with someone along the way…that does not happen very often…me, not talking to anyone, lol. That is one thing I like about my hometown, people are normally friendly, so far, 99% of the people I say hi to while walking will always say hi in return. People in Danville and the surrounding communities are NOT too big of a hurry to stop and smell the roses, or even to say hi, to a complete stranger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I was not all that busy yesterday after my walk….I kinda took it easy the rest of the day.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Today tho, was a completely different day.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I started with my TOPS meeting where I lost 1 pound this last week, yes, I wanted to lose more, but it is better than gaining which is against everything I am for in this point of time.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Today is Evey’s birthday, and we went to D Corral for dinner, and topped it off with a banana split at the Dairy Queen.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We are now home resting for the rest of the day, and of course will watch Big Brother at 7pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;My cousin is now settling in his new digs at the U of I, and I am sure he is happy about the freedom he now has. There is a time when every kid needs to spread his wings, and for this young man, I see a great future ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I did not walk today, I normally take Wednesdays off, but will be back at it tomorrow morning. So, if you see someone walking on Vermilion between 8 and 9:30 in the morning between Fairchild and Vermilion, it might just be me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh, before I forget, hope Mom and Dad had a great anniversary today. #59 continuous years!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Until the next time......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-5448463849667739496?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/5448463849667739496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/5448463849667739496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/08/wednesday-august-17th-2011.html' title='Wednesday, August 17th, 2011'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-2945317034596220792</id><published>2011-08-14T17:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T17:35:18.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blog for August 14th, 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sunday, August 14, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Visited the Vineyard Church in Danville this morning and had a good time.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;They did things a bit differently than I have seen at other Churches, but different is not bad, just different. Most Churches I have attended have their worship songs, etc, before the morning sermon, which is usually in the latter part of the service.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;At today’s service, they had I believe 1 worship song, and then the sermon.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Now, the sermon was not a live sermon originating from this Church.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The Danville Vineyard is one of several satellite campuses from the parent Church, located in Urbana. The sermon, I am presuming was videotaped earlier, and shown at all Vineyard locations at the same time.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I will have to say, this Danville campus has several outreaches they do during the month, which is a great thing, and they were very friendly to the visitors.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Will I be switching to the Vineyard Church?&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;No, I will continue with Danville 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; Assembly as I have for many a year now.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I do like to visit area churches from time to time, but you can count on me visiting with the folks at Vineyard again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;After I got home Evey had my lunch waiting for me, some very delicious tuna casserole. Not bad.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;After that, took my daily walk.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I walked north on Vermilion to Winter, then returned back home, walking south on the same street.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I am thinking that this should be my permanent route…it is 3.4 miles, and has a slight incline on the northbound route, which is a good thing. It also has sidewalks on both sides of the street. &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;When I got home, I watched the Cub game and they won….they have been pretty good the last couple of weeks, however I know there is no hope for them this year as far as playoff games go.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;They have some very good young players, which should help us out next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Going to watch Big Brother this evening with a new show called Same Name.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;That’s it for today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Until the next time….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-2945317034596220792?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/2945317034596220792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/2945317034596220792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-blog-for-august-14th-2011.html' title='My Blog for August 14th, 2011'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-6603062267890020729</id><published>2011-08-13T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T15:22:20.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, August 13, 2011</title><content type='html'>Had a great walk yesterday. &amp;nbsp;Walked from 4.2 miles today, and thought I would do about the same today. Walked from home up to the NW corner of the mall and back. &amp;nbsp;When I mapped it out, it turned out to be 2.7 miles EACH way....a total of 5.4 miles round trip. &amp;nbsp;To say I was tired would be an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am going to like the way I am going to write this blog....more on a daily basis, and with out regard to what others may like. &amp;nbsp;I have always worried about what others think of me, but after a discussion with my wise brother, he advised me not to stress out over what other people think or what them MIGHT think they know about you. &amp;nbsp;So, from here on out, to the people who THINK they know me...think again. &amp;nbsp;I am not that mean person you think I am...so there you have it. Now, go talk about me some where else.....The folks that really know me, know that I will help out people when ever I can, and that I always enjoy talking with people, and am not a drama type of person.....anyway, enuff of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to make a gripe.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking north on the west side of Vermilion, oh, about the vicinity of KMart, the sidewalks ceased to exist. &amp;nbsp;The only sidewalks were on the east side. &amp;nbsp;When I walk, I like walking where the vehicles are coming towards me, so I can keep an eye out for them. &amp;nbsp;Why are there no sidewalks within the city limits? &amp;nbsp;I do appreciate the folks on bicycles honking their horn when approaching from behind me...does not startle me when they are starting to pass....also, even other pedestrians...those fast power walkers, or even those who might not have been walking the distance others may have been...if they can alert you of their presence before they come up on your side. &amp;nbsp;I do carry a stick for my protection, and like to know ahead of time, if friend or foe...if you catch my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, gonna get off the internet for a while...may go and watch JAG and then the Cubs later on. &amp;nbsp;Will Zambrano actually retire, or was it just his emotions. &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-6603062267890020729?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/6603062267890020729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/6603062267890020729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/08/saturday-august-13-2011.html' title='Saturday, August 13, 2011'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-4543097363093429053</id><published>2011-08-12T15:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T15:31:03.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Had a great supper....</title><content type='html'>My blogs are going to take on a different look, sort of. &amp;nbsp;Basically it will be a diary or a journal basically. &amp;nbsp;I will talk about things that I have done during the day, things that I may do, or things that I have seen. &amp;nbsp;I hope that you will like the way that I am writing, and might get something out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, some of you may like my thoughts, and again, others may not, but that's not MY problem. &amp;nbsp;I will not intentionally hurt or say anything about one, unless I say so that right at the beginning, and you will have no doubt who I may be talking about. &amp;nbsp;Also, please do not assume anything in my blogs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, was a very good day. &amp;nbsp;As most of you know, I try to walk every day.. &amp;nbsp;Most of the time, it is between 3 and 4 miles. &amp;nbsp;I really enjoy my daily walks. I see a lot of interesting things and of course interesting people. Yesterday, I walked south on Franklin to Main, then east to Bowman, north to Fairchild, then west, back to Franklin. &amp;nbsp;I guess, people are getting use to seeing me out on the sidewalks, as I am starting to get many people who honk and wave as they pass by. &amp;nbsp;I also thank those folks who have been calling me names like fat, fatso, tub of lard, etc. They know who they are, but what they may not know...is when they do that, they are actually encouraging me to lose the weight........yep..almost 60 pounds so far, and I have about 90 pounds more to go, but...I will succeed, and yes, my weight loss group does help...however, I am the one responsible, as I am the one who gets out there and does the walking, and also watches my portion size. &amp;nbsp;The group gives me a lot of encouragement and support, but believe me, anyone can do this. &amp;nbsp;I used to use many excuses, like my medications are causing this, it's heredity, etc, but the simple truth is, I am responsible for me and no one else is. &amp;nbsp;If meds were causing my weight loss, I got with my doctor and changed the meds. &amp;nbsp;I watch what I eat, and control what I eat, and how much.................it does work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last nite was pretty good. We had the pleasure of having my cousin Steven over for some home made spaghetti, and good conversation. Steven recently graduated from Danville High School with a very high GPA. He is soon to leave for the U of I, I understand majoring in Physics and Astronomy. &amp;nbsp;Can I say he aiming for the stars? &amp;nbsp;I for one am very proud of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I have probably bored you enuff for right now, but will try and write something again, soon, maybe tomorrow. &amp;nbsp;I am trying to write things of the top of my head, and I do hope you enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-4543097363093429053?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/4543097363093429053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/4543097363093429053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/08/had-great-supper.html' title='Had a great supper....'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-1559026943936697353</id><published>2011-08-11T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T14:07:13.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny things in life........</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Funny things in life….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am sure we have all ran across funny things in life, and maybe, some not so funny.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;However, this one is short, but a goody……&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Someone asked my wife if she would like a hot dog, and she said, yes, that would be great.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So, this person went away and a few minutes later, came back with a hot dog.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;That was it…a plain hot dog, no bun, no condiments, just a plain old naked hot dog….I know…I have a strange sense of humor, but I do try and find the funny side of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just got off the phone with my cousin Bryan, and he informed me that my cousin Steven will be playing in his last Praise Band at the Vineyard Church this coming Sunday morning.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Steven will be attending the U of I this fall…in fact, his 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; day in Urbana will be on the 16&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of this month…so next Tuesday will be his big day.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He will be here tomorrow evening….Evey is making some homemade spaghetti for him to enjoy.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I am sure there will be time during his school year that we will get together with him and take him to lunch or something when we visit the Chambana area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A short blog this time, but sure hope everyone has a great nite. As always, if you would like to drop me a line, please do so at tuckmiller@gmail.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Until the next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-1559026943936697353?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/1559026943936697353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/1559026943936697353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/08/funny-things-in-life.html' title='Funny things in life........'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-8245046772511640006</id><published>2011-08-07T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T17:15:45.007-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting with relatives</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jKbxXL7M5jI/Tj8OgShmxkI/AAAAAAAAALQ/N_kD6BHggh4/s1600/Picture+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jKbxXL7M5jI/Tj8OgShmxkI/AAAAAAAAALQ/N_kD6BHggh4/s320/Picture+006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visiting with some relatives are very easy, as we live in town with quite a few. &amp;nbsp;Most of the in town or area relatives are from my mom's side, but for the most part, my dad's side live a bit away.....there are some on my mom's side that live a bit always as well..... &amp;nbsp;The ones that are close by, I get to see quite a bit of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my Dad, Mom, and sister traveled up to Lafayette, In, to visit with my Aunt Pearl at the Golden Corral. &amp;nbsp;I have seen her a couple of times since I came back to Danville, but an added surprise is when my cousin Ginny showed up. &amp;nbsp;I am guessing it has been between 25 and 30 years since we last seen each other. &amp;nbsp;I have also seen one of her sisters Mary a couple of times, but have yet to catch up with her 3rd sister, Brenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching up with relatives can sometimes be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-8245046772511640006?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/8245046772511640006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/8245046772511640006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/08/visiting-with-relatives.html' title='Visiting with relatives'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jKbxXL7M5jI/Tj8OgShmxkI/AAAAAAAAALQ/N_kD6BHggh4/s72-c/Picture+006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-6330079578157075850</id><published>2011-08-02T21:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T21:38:58.067-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TOPS and my weight journey….</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;TOPS and my weight journey….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;For as long as I can remember, I have had a weight problem.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I admit, I have had this problem for over 25 years, give or take, but it has been just that, a problem.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Oh, I could give all kind of excuses, like it was heredity, it was caused by meds, and the list goes on. However, to be completely honest…it was still my problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am a person that has complete self control.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The TOPS organization has a pledge for TOPS members, which goes something like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;I am an intelligent person. I will CONTROL my emotions, and NOT let my emotions CONTROL me. Every time I am tempted to use food to satisfy my frustrated desires, build up my injured ego, or dull my senses, I will remember, that although I over eat in private, my excess poundage is there for all the world to see. I will take off pound sensibly.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;You see, each individual has complete control of what they do. Yes, I will agree, that is some cases, it may be a health issue, but many times, it is not. How do I know? Well, back in 2006, I was one of those lazy persons.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;On June 6 of that year I had not 1, but 3 heart attacks.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I was horribly over weight, about 331 pounds.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I could hardly walk, and after having the heart attacks, I tried using that as an excuse.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I even tried getting a handicap placard for parking, saying that it was impossible for me to walk long distances. Guess what?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I had a very smart doctor. He refused to give me that placard, and told me he wanted me to walk.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I hated walking….it was too hard.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He said I should walk 5 minutes every day, and each week, add 5 more minutes.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;That was a bit over 5 years ago now.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I can now walk over 3 miles a day with no problem.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Once in a while…I will walk even more in one day, and I actually love walking now.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I talk with people along the way, and it is fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Over the years, I have been made fun of because of my excess weight, and the people doing this, think I am hurt by their remarks, when in reality, it encourages me to lose the weight.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I joined TOPS in 2006, but did not really get active until January 2010.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I have now lost over 50 pounds, and have about 100 more to go, and I will get it done.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So, the more people make fun of&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;me, the more it motivates me, so please….keep the comments coming.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The comments that I really find hilarious, are from folks who over weight themselves. They tell me that TOPS is not going to help me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;How in the world do they know that? Have they ever been in TOPS?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Have the ever tried working on their weight problem, or are they using the same old tired excuses I was. For me, TOPS is the answer, and I know, it will be a lifetime commitment. After I take off the pounds, I will have to keep them off.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;TOPS is helping me to do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Friends,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I have disabled the comment function on my blogs.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I have gotten a lot of “spam” lately, and I am not talking about the good sandwich type.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I really do not have the time to deal with that, and to be honest…I really don’t get that many comments anyway.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I write blogs to convey my feelings, and not to get comments. If you really want to contact me, you can, by just sending me a message on face book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Until the next time……….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-6330079578157075850?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/6330079578157075850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/6330079578157075850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/08/tops-and-my-weight-journey.html' title='TOPS and my weight journey….'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-4978362070935758808</id><published>2011-07-31T08:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T08:57:10.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Face Book....love it or hate it..............</title><content type='html'>I actually love Face Book. &amp;nbsp;It has reconnected me with so many friends from the past, and has connected me as well with so many new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have connections with relatives that I had not spoken to in many years and yes, even with some I have yet to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Face Book, you can keep up with what your friends and family are doing. &amp;nbsp;One feature that I like, is the "hide" feature. &amp;nbsp;If one of your friends post messages that be a bit off color, or might not even agree with some of your beliefs, you can hide them...which basically means, you will not see the things that they write, but.you are not deleting them from your friend's list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a couple of features that Facebook has, which are pretty good, but also that some really over use. &amp;nbsp;Those are the "like" button, and&amp;nbsp;emoticons....there are some...who will simply "like" every post that people make, but will never comment, and then there are also some who will use what seems like a ton of smiley faces. Come on folks...is that really&amp;nbsp;necessary? &amp;nbsp;I have even asked some people to not over do iit with the smiley faces, and they have stated they can do what they want. &amp;nbsp;Yep, they are correct...on their page, but not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I have had people delete or even block me, and I guess they have their reasons. Maybe they don't like the jokes I post, the scripture I send to all my friends, etc. Maybe they really don't know me...like they think they do.....or maybe they are lumping me into a category they may have others lumped in. &amp;nbsp;They have that choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish Facebook had a "dislike" button....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day folks...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-4978362070935758808?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/4978362070935758808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=4978362070935758808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/4978362070935758808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/4978362070935758808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/07/face-booklove-it-or-hate-it.html' title='Face Book....love it or hate it..............'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-5103734414400242799</id><published>2011-07-26T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T20:45:57.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family helping Family</title><content type='html'>Family helping family. When you get right down to it, that's what it's all about. I feel my immediate family is very close. Yes, we do have our disagreements, but basically, when some one needs something, they are all there to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I took my mom and dad to Champaign so my dad could have a non emergency medical procedure done, because he would not be able to drive afterwards. &amp;nbsp;I have done this on several occasions since returning home. Once the procedure was done, we went to lunch, and while eating, my mom leaned over, and told me, they really appreciated me doing this. &amp;nbsp;I told I thoroughly enjoyed doing it, and I meant it. First off, I love to drive&amp;nbsp;and if I am available to drive some one any where, especially in high volume traffic, I am glad to do it.&lt;br /&gt;I had been away from home for over 25 years, and I still have a lot of catching up to do. To help my family members when I can do it, is the least I can do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many times when my family helps each other out, and I have been the&amp;nbsp;recipient&amp;nbsp;of that help a few times. &amp;nbsp;My dad has been working around the house, painting the eves of the house and garage. That means a lot to me, I wish I could do it myself, but you see, I am deathly in fear of heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family helps each other, and they do this without telling others. &amp;nbsp;They don't want the recognition, they just want the satisfaction of knowing them selves, and God will remember this. &amp;nbsp;I for one thank them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you have a family that is as close and caring that we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-5103734414400242799?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/5103734414400242799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=5103734414400242799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/5103734414400242799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/5103734414400242799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/07/family-helping-family.html' title='Family helping Family'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-7774544375329758477</id><published>2011-07-24T09:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T09:26:50.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weight Loss Journey</title><content type='html'>All thru my younger years, I was flacko.....flacko in Spanish means skinny. &amp;nbsp;If I had turned sideways, I might have even been invisible, lol. &amp;nbsp;If I remember correctly, all 3 of us boys were like that. &amp;nbsp;However, we were all very active back then. Oh, we are active now, don't get me wrong, but back in the day, we were physically active. &amp;nbsp;We would be out playing baseball, football, basketball...what ever the season of the year dictated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we started going to Jr. High, we walked to school. It was a bit further than we were used to, Our&amp;nbsp;grade&amp;nbsp;school, Franklin, was right across the street. &amp;nbsp;However, North Ridge Jr. High, was not that close. &amp;nbsp;It was at least a mile to the north, a mile sure seemed like a long way back then, but we conquered, lol.... &amp;nbsp;I like telling my&amp;nbsp;girls, that during the winter we would walk to school, in the snow up to our knees. for one mile, uphill both ways....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, we would dash (run) home, but that uphill, snow covered trek sometimes slowed us down.....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After high School, I enlisted in Uncle Sam's Canoe Club, and of course was in the best shape of my life. Went into boot camp, weighing 165 pounds...got out of boot, weighing exactly the same. &amp;nbsp;That tells me that 165 pounds is my ideal weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Navy, I spent a few months in my 2nd home town of San Diego, Ca., but then moved back to Danville after getting a part time job with WDAN as a part time news reporter. &amp;nbsp;However...I digress, keeping weight of during my younger years, when I was physically active was not a challenge. &amp;nbsp;That all changed to, when I started with the San Diego Trolley. It was not the Trolley's fault...it was mine, and mine alone. &amp;nbsp;I sat for 8 or more hours, 5 days a week, operating a commuter train, and really never got any exercise to speak of, for practically 24 years....I had ballooned up to a maximum weight of 331. &amp;nbsp;That is when I decided to join TOPS. My 1st meeting was on Monday, June 5, 2006. The next day, 6-6-6, I had a massive heart attack...3 attacks in one day. When all was said and done, I ended up with 6 stents in my heart. &amp;nbsp;I knew right then, that losing weight, and losing the stress and drama in my life was my major priorities. Most of you know, I am losing weight, but am still working on losing the drama and stress in my life. &amp;nbsp;I do NOT want to argue about things, or get into other people's business without their request. &amp;nbsp;I am always here to help, but not unsolicited help.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, easily distracted here, but my fingers type what comes to my mind, lol. &amp;nbsp;Does that mean I am scatter brained, lol...watch the comments now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I stated previously, my goal weight is 170 pounds, because the way the TOPS structure is set up, in order to maintain my KOPS status, I can only be 3 pounds above, or 7 under. &amp;nbsp;My real goal is to get back down to 165, but by having 170 as an official goal allows me to get down to 163...I am thinking that should work well for me.....As I said earlier, my first weigh in at TOPS was 331, but since I had let my membership lapse for over a year, I had a new starting weight, when I joined again here in the Danville area in January of 2010...it was 322......I have now hit a low weight of 265, but I am NOT done. I will not give up. &amp;nbsp;My next goal is 247 pounds, and that is my 75 pound loss mark...can I do kit...you bet I can.....then my next goal will be 222...yep, 100 ;pounds, and then I will be in the Century Club, joining my niece Jan, who has been on this journey herself. &amp;nbsp;My next goal will be getting under 200 pounds. Do you realize how long it has been since I have been that lean......it will happen. &amp;nbsp;When I put my mind to something, it will be accomplished.......Thanks to all for your encouragement and support...Oh, I was up to size 52 pants, now I am wearing 44s. &amp;nbsp;Maybe I can get down to 36's or even better. I used to wear 30x30 when I was 165 before...just think..a pair of white jeans, with a blue, red, or green tanktop.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-7774544375329758477?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/7774544375329758477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=7774544375329758477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/7774544375329758477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/7774544375329758477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-weight-loss-journey.html' title='My Weight Loss Journey'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-5779311550868006474</id><published>2011-07-23T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T14:15:19.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving a Taxi...not as easy as it looks......yes...I failed....</title><content type='html'>Some people have been joking around with me, saying that I could not even keep a job as easy as sitting down and driving a cab around town. &amp;nbsp;Obviously, they have never done the job or have any idea what it entails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I worked as a cab driver for a total of 3 days. &amp;nbsp;I really enjoyed the job itself...it was other factors that made me decide to give it up on my own...I could have kept on doing it if I had decided to do it, but let me tell you a b it about the job. &amp;nbsp;Most of the shifts are 12 hours in&amp;nbsp;length. &amp;nbsp;From 5am to 5pm or 5pm to 5am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 1st day was on July 1. A very busy day. People all over the city were getting their pension checks, their disability checks, their welfare checks, and yes, &amp;nbsp;in a few cases, a check for doing absolutely nothing, except the way the government is set up, they know they can get something for FREE without working for it....but that's a completely a different topic for another day..... &amp;nbsp;anyway, I brought in $210 for the entire day, which really was not too bad. &amp;nbsp;Now, comes in the fun part. &amp;nbsp;I had to give the company 50% of that, which brought it down to $105. &amp;nbsp;I also had to pay for the fuel for the van I was driving, which &amp;nbsp;cost me $45, so...that left me about $60, or roughly $6 an hour. &amp;nbsp;The other 2 days was even lower.....so, as you can see, it's not that I could not do it...I did not want to work for that amount of money. &amp;nbsp;I have no heartache for any of the management or other drivers...they have a very hard job, and have to &amp;nbsp;bust their chops to make enuff money to live on...so I might make a suggestion...the next time you take a cab, why not give that cabby a couple extra dollars to put in his pocket, so might be able to take a bit more home. Oh, another thing, sometimes a job is not as easy as it looks.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-5779311550868006474?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/5779311550868006474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=5779311550868006474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/5779311550868006474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/5779311550868006474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/07/driving-taxinot-as-easy-as-it-looksyesi.html' title='Driving a Taxi...not as easy as it looks......yes...I failed....'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-8510423934890884013</id><published>2011-07-23T11:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T13:12:26.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Judge NOT, lest ye be judged.......</title><content type='html'>In the past couple of days, I have had a couple of people judge my Christianity because I chose to write blogs about people. People doing funny or even stupid things. Now remember, when writing these particular blogs, I will never use a person's name, simply because I do not want to embarrass them. &amp;nbsp;Hmmm, maybe I should use a fake name, so they feel better. &amp;nbsp;Tell you what, from now on, whenever I write about a woman character, I will use the name Esmerelda, and when speaking of a man, I will use the name of Dudley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either last evening or early this morning, I had an&amp;nbsp;anonymous&amp;nbsp;comment waiting for me in my blog's inbox...it said something like this..sitting in Church does not make you a Christian, like sitting in a garage does not make you a car. &amp;nbsp;Well duh...I actually thought if I sat in the garage long enuff, I might turn into a lawn mower. &amp;nbsp;There are a couple of folks who still do NOT understand that I can write about anything and anyone I want to write about. These folks are basically saying I am slandering some one. &amp;nbsp;How in the world am I slandering some one? I am not revealing any names, well except for maybe Esmerelda and Dudley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may have noticed, I took my last blog down, not because I was told too, but because a commenter was wanting all the attention,&amp;nbsp;anonymous&amp;nbsp;commenter at that. &amp;nbsp;From this point forward, NO&amp;nbsp;anonymous&amp;nbsp;comments will be published., unless the poster sends me a message telling me who they are. The way I look at it, if you do not have enuff intestinal fortitude to sign your name. &amp;nbsp;If you do not like my blogs, my jokes on Facebook, my posting of the Daily Bread, etc. well, you have a simple choice..don't read them, or delete me. However, the only thing I ask, is that you have enuff guts to tell me that you are deleting me, so I don't ask for a friend's request again . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try and think of a more positive story about Esmerelda or Dudley to write about a bit later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-8510423934890884013?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/8510423934890884013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=8510423934890884013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/8510423934890884013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/8510423934890884013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/07/judge-not-lest-ye-be-judged.html' title='Judge NOT, lest ye be judged.......'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-7805264087924629590</id><published>2011-07-19T07:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T07:57:06.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Different Churches</title><content type='html'>I attend Danville's First Assembly, my parents attend Ridgeview&amp;nbsp;Baptist&amp;nbsp;Church. &amp;nbsp;I don't care what Church you go to, if you are happy. &amp;nbsp;That is what matters. If you are not happy, you should not be there. Also, if you are happy, I feel you should help promote your Church. Invite people to visit their web site and Facebook page, whether they are members or not. I am quite sure that the other pastors would appreciate the "FREE" advertising. &amp;nbsp;After all, getting the Word of God out there, is what is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some local Church websites and Facebook pages that I am sure you will be welcome at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://100731.agchurches.org/"&gt;First Assembly&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/groups/47175066905"&gt;First Assembly Face Book Page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ridgeviewdanville.com/"&gt;Ridgeview Baptist Church&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thevineyardchurch.us/danville"&gt;Danville's Vineyard Church&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/groups/75660898854"&gt;Vineyard Facebook Page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, this is a short blog, but wanted to simply get my thoughts out on this.... &amp;nbsp;I don't think you actually have to be a member of a Church to give the Word out...do you...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-7805264087924629590?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/7805264087924629590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=7805264087924629590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/7805264087924629590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/7805264087924629590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/07/different-churches.html' title='Different Churches'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-2959303990663737892</id><published>2011-06-17T18:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T18:56:36.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is stressful.......</title><content type='html'>Life is stressful...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only if you let it be. &amp;nbsp;At one point in life, I used to be very short tempered. I would be quick to fly off the handle at almost anything. Now a days tho, I try very hard to just let things flow off my back. How do I do that, you might ask. &amp;nbsp;I don't sweat the small things. I try very hard not to get angry with people, and the most important thing is I do not hold grudges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found that holding a grudge can really eat away with you. &amp;nbsp;You spend so much energy supposedly hating someone, than you would simply getting along. &amp;nbsp;If you are holding a grudge against some one, you might consider letting it go. Accept that every one makes mistakes. There is no one that is perfect. &amp;nbsp;I know that I certainly am not. &amp;nbsp;I have made my share of mistakes in life. However, I have learned to correct those mistakes, at least I am hope so. &amp;nbsp;Remember, I am sure many of you will admit that you too have made your share of mistakes. &amp;nbsp;Do your self a favor, give up that grudge, forgive the person you are holding it against, and remember, they too make mistakes from time to time...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to live your life stress free.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-2959303990663737892?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/2959303990663737892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=2959303990663737892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/2959303990663737892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/2959303990663737892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-is-stressful.html' title='Life is stressful.......'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-3823626599262611881</id><published>2011-05-25T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T22:39:48.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is YOUR worth???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;If you're not being treated with the respect you deserve, check your "price tag". Perhaps you have marked yourself down. It's YOU who tell people what you're worth by what you accept. Get off the CLEARANCE rack and get behind the glass case where they keep the valuables. Value yourself more......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-3823626599262611881?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/3823626599262611881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=3823626599262611881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/3823626599262611881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/3823626599262611881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-is-your-worth.html' title='What is YOUR worth???'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-7146975121164500931</id><published>2011-05-16T09:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T09:40:55.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Americans UNITE!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, today you are going to read about one of my biggest pet peeves. &amp;nbsp;I don't know why it bothers me so much, but it does, and it has for many years. I guess it all started around 911.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I abhor hyphens!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When tragedy occurs, whether it be man made or natural, Americans pull together. We are one in spirit. We are united. Why is it then some people have to label them selves even further. Mexican-American, African-American, Japanese-American....I am sure you get my point. &amp;nbsp;Many of these folks who use these&amp;nbsp;descriptions&amp;nbsp;were not born, or lived, or even visited these other countries, so why do they do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know...maybe I am nitpicking, but we are all Americans. Let;s throw away these hyphens, and be united once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-7146975121164500931?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/7146975121164500931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=7146975121164500931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/7146975121164500931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/7146975121164500931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/05/americans-unite.html' title='Americans UNITE!!'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-9121792182290305660</id><published>2011-05-08T12:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T12:36:15.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Family............</title><content type='html'>I have a rather large family tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each and everyone of my family members mean a great deal to me, and I do hope the feeling is mutual. We all have family members, both near and far. Some we keep in contact with, and some we do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it were up to me, I would keep in contact with each and everyone of them. However, as in all families, there are minor feuds and arguments, some of which are completely mis understood, and others that should be forgiven and forgotten once and for all. &amp;nbsp;Grudges are so hard to hold, and I for one will not hold them. &amp;nbsp;Life is too short to be angry at others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I will not do is to delete a family member from Facebook. Now, I am not going to tell you that I have not blocked some one from there, as I have, after they have deleted me.as I did want the stress. &amp;nbsp;However, I have no one blocked at this time, so if there are some that I may have offended in one way or another, I apologize and I think anyone can read the wall on my Facebook page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I like to think I am a very easy, laid back type of guy, one who likes to joke around with friends and family, and to just have fun.. &amp;nbsp;I know that not everyone is going to like my style or even my wife's style, but just remember, as friends and family we all have our quirks and or maybe faults, but we should over look them. &amp;nbsp;Life is too short as I said before.......in this last year alone, I lost a sister, and a nephew. &amp;nbsp;We never know who might be next......it may even be me............or it might be you...I certainly hope not. Live life to it's fullest, and how God wants you to live it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, Church softball season is starting up, and I actually think I am going to try and play again....that should get some laughs....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mothers Day to all......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-9121792182290305660?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/9121792182290305660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=9121792182290305660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/9121792182290305660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/9121792182290305660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/05/our-family.html' title='Our Family............'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-8808617473827734939</id><published>2011-04-27T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T17:25:00.322-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't tell me what to do. You're not my boss!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: black; font-family: verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;"You're not my mom, you can't tell me what to do!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: black; font-family: verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: black; font-family: verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;When was the last time you heard this? &amp;nbsp;Probably when you were in grade school, or at least from a 6 year old, not from a grown person. At least you would not think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: black; font-family: verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: black; font-family: verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I ran across this from a grown woman today. She will remain nameless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: black; font-family: verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;Many of you know that I am on Facebook, and am quite active. First thing I do each morning is to post a daily devotional, sometimes a few jokes, wish friends and family members a Happy Birthday, and many times post a thought provoking topic to help get &amp;nbsp;your gray matter moving a bit. I welcome other's opinions on the various topics that I post about. Not&amp;nbsp;necessarily&amp;nbsp;true with this woman. &amp;nbsp;She posted a message about Obama and his birth certificate issue. &amp;nbsp;I posted something along the line, that I had hoped this was the end of this issue. I also stated that I feel that many people who did like Obama were racists. Notice that key word...many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; color: black; font-family: verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;Well, I received a scathing message back from her saying she did want to see&amp;nbsp;arguments&amp;nbsp;on anything she wrote on Facebook. Maybe she should put a notice on her FB saying that opinions that differ with her's are not allowed....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;I don't know how I will ever make it thru each day now, as she has deleted me from her Facebook friends list....will I ever get over this. &amp;nbsp;You bet I will. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;Remember....You're not my boss!! Hilarious.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, geneva, lucida, 'lucida grande', arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px;"&gt;Until the next time........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-8808617473827734939?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/8808617473827734939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=8808617473827734939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/8808617473827734939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/8808617473827734939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/04/dont-tell-me-what-to-do-youre-not-my.html' title='Don&apos;t tell me what to do. You&apos;re not my boss!!!'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-1553739099448456724</id><published>2011-04-25T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T20:57:22.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You may not like this..............</title><content type='html'>You may not like this...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are easily offended, do NOT read this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been writing my blog for a number of years now, and have written just about anything that I like. &amp;nbsp;If some one would like me to write about something in particular, I do take requests, but please, under no circumstances, don't ever tell me NOT to write about something. If you do that, chances are, I will probably write about it. &amp;nbsp;I will write about it here, or quite possibly on my Facebook account. One thing you can count on tho, is I will usually NOT mention a person's name. &amp;nbsp;I will try and save that person some&amp;nbsp;embarrassment. Why? &amp;nbsp;I guess, because I try to be a nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I have had a person try and tell me how I should write on my Facebook page.. No, they did not come right out and say, Tuck, I don't like the way you post messages on Facebook. They simply said, I don't like it when people post jokes, religious things and so forth on Facebook. &amp;nbsp;I have even had some tell me that my political messages did not belong on Facebook. &amp;nbsp;I am here to tell you folks, that I will post what ever I want to post. If you don't like it.....well...you can hide me or you can delete me. It is that simple. &amp;nbsp;I have never deleted or blacked any relative from my Facebook unless they have deleted me 1st. Once they do that, I will block them from further contact. I will not put up with their drama. If some one ends up deleting me, I just laugh it off. Some people simply need to grow up, and give other the respect they deserve. You can not believe some of the disrespect I have seen in the last few days. Unbelievable. &amp;nbsp;I certainly was not brought up that way, and I know my girls were not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My&amp;nbsp;blogs&amp;nbsp;will always be open for all to read and even respond to. I do allow&amp;nbsp;anonymousness&amp;nbsp;replies, but will not allow them to be published unless I know who they are from.. If you want to reply&amp;nbsp;anonymously, simply send me a private e-mail or message, and let me know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I am done ranting and raving for tonite, sometimes you just have to vent. &amp;nbsp;I try for the most part to be very positive, but sometimes, you just have to tell it the way you see it. I am doing that tonite.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-1553739099448456724?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/1553739099448456724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=1553739099448456724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/1553739099448456724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/1553739099448456724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-may-not-like-this.html' title='You may not like this..............'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-4279984140736776958</id><published>2011-04-23T01:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T01:34:18.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God works in mysterious ways......</title><content type='html'>God works in mysterious ways......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; How many of you have heard the phrase above? &amp;nbsp;If you are like me, plenty of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Here it is, 1 am in the morning. I am usually asleep, but my heart is heavy. &amp;nbsp;I went to bed tonite about 9pm. Between that time and now, I had a dream. &amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;dreamed&amp;nbsp;that I was the warm up man. Do you have any idea what that means? &amp;nbsp;Will get back to that in a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;This past week, I have been in a down mood. &amp;nbsp;I felt that some friends had let me down. &amp;nbsp;I was keeping it in. My brother tho, told me I should write in my blog what I felt, that's what it's here for. &amp;nbsp;I think he is right, but I also feel it is here for a more powerful reason, and I am feeling my blog is here for what God wants, not me. &amp;nbsp;You see, I am just human, nothing special, but my life has always been dedicated to what God wants, not what I want. He has a reason for everything that he does. Sometimes we just don't know it right away. As most of you know, I love to bowl. I bowl twice a week, once on the Men's 332 League, and also on the Senior League. Next year, due to finances, it will probably be just on the Senior League, but that's ok. &amp;nbsp;I was running for Vice President. Not a hard job at all. &amp;nbsp;I was running against a good man. I lost 26-24. 2 votes. That was a very hard pill to swallow. &amp;nbsp;I had heard that some of my good friends had voted against me, and that was very hard for me to hear, but hear it, I must. &amp;nbsp;I know now, that God had something else in mind for me. &amp;nbsp;I hold absolutely no hard feelings towards my friends for voting for the other candidate, as they did the right thing. Believe it or not, God was telling them to do it. God is always in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;After I had this dream, I tried getting back to sleep, but could not do it. &amp;nbsp;My mind kept telling me to get up and write this blog, and I kept saying no, I want to get back to sleep. Guess what. I could not get back to sleep, so, here I am, writing this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I asked you, if you knew what a warm up man is? In show business, a warm up man is the person who normally opens the show for the headliner, and get's people warmed up. &amp;nbsp;He may start by telling a few jokes to get them to laugh, maybe a few serious stories to get the people to think a bit, but their job is to get the crowd ready for the headliner. The person who is going to deliver the punch. &amp;nbsp;I am feeling I am the warm up guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Each and every morning, I send all my Facebook friends a copy of Our Daily Bread. I am also sending the Youth of our Church a daily devotional as well. &amp;nbsp;I send out what I hope are some funny jokes and videos to make people laugh, and have a great start to their days. &amp;nbsp;I also want people to think about things, so at times, I will post serious things, like the scripture based devotionals. Now, I realize that there are some people who don't like what I post, they don't like reading the jokes or the Bible based devotionals, but please believe me, I am NOT directing anything to anyone personally. &amp;nbsp;I guess I might be planting a seed. A seed that a more powerful speaker such as a minister to come along behind me and cultivate. &amp;nbsp;Now, don't get me wrong, I am not afraid to speak in front of a crowd, not by a long shot, but I am finding out more and more, that maybe, just maybe I am meant to be just a helper, not the one actually in charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;On the 3rd Monday of each month, our Church as a soup kitchen, called Body and Soul Cafe. I have the&amp;nbsp;privilege&amp;nbsp;of being one of the helpers. &amp;nbsp;I don't do much, just sign people in, it is a very small part, but I enjoy doing it. &amp;nbsp;I have also started working with our Youth group at Church, something I did back in the early 80's, when I was much younger. Now, I am old enough to be most of these kid's grand dads, but I think God has a plan for me there. I think I am a good listener, and might be able to help some of these kids. &amp;nbsp;It's all in God's hands. &amp;nbsp;I am not a preacher, I am not in charge. God is in charge. He has placed people in places for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;This weekend, we are celebrating the&amp;nbsp;resurrection&amp;nbsp;of our Lord Jesus Christ. &amp;nbsp;He gave His life, so we might live eternal lives. &amp;nbsp;Happy Easter everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-4279984140736776958?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/4279984140736776958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=4279984140736776958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/4279984140736776958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/4279984140736776958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/04/god-works-in-mysterious-ways.html' title='God works in mysterious ways......'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-3195795807462421164</id><published>2011-04-13T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T19:55:16.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Expressing your opinion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1iJZopHgebw/TaZFuL-x-EI/AAAAAAAAAK8/GCad8To8TyQ/s1600/IMG_5039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1iJZopHgebw/TaZFuL-x-EI/AAAAAAAAAK8/GCad8To8TyQ/s320/IMG_5039.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There are right ways, and there are wrong ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, a local veteran of 3 wars, as well as being a POW, turned the flags upside down at the Vermilion County War museum, as well as 2 other war memorials to protest what our government is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I thank Mr. Songer for his years of service to our country, but in my opinion, what he is doing is wrong. He is the President of the war museum, but as far as I know, he is not the owner of it. I believe it is supported by donations, and has a Board of Directors. &amp;nbsp;From what I have heard, he did not ask the Board for permission to do this, just told them that he was going to do it. &amp;nbsp;Not a good business practice. I am president of a local group, and I can just imagine the outcry if I went and did something similar without their approval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to his protest tho. Yes, he has every right to protest, Burning of the flag, turning it upside down, I guess is his right. Every veteran of the armed forces fought for this right, called Freedom of speech. &amp;nbsp;The problem here was simply the venue. He should have did it on his own property, and I don't think there would been as much of an out cry. The flag can be inverted if the country is in distress. Who decides this? &amp;nbsp;What is distress for one person, may not be for another. &amp;nbsp;Just saying......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I39VXSQbO6k/TaZFvrKbkpI/AAAAAAAAALA/UroSsleWIGY/s1600/IMG_5041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I39VXSQbO6k/TaZFvrKbkpI/AAAAAAAAALA/UroSsleWIGY/s320/IMG_5041.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Until the next time........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-3195795807462421164?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/3195795807462421164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=3195795807462421164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/3195795807462421164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/3195795807462421164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/04/expressing-your-opinion.html' title='Expressing your opinion'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1iJZopHgebw/TaZFuL-x-EI/AAAAAAAAAK8/GCad8To8TyQ/s72-c/IMG_5039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-4959151218235357354</id><published>2011-03-03T09:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T10:00:32.251-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in a Soap Opera World</title><content type='html'>How many of you watch or have watched soap operas? &amp;nbsp;I have watched All My Children since at least the late 70's. &amp;nbsp;I have always enjoyed watching the show, and keeping up with the antics between Erica and Brooke, and seeing how many marriages Erica will end up with. &amp;nbsp;I have seen so many actors come and go over the years, and usually always miss them when they leave. There are some you love to hate, but have to admit, they are good actors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes a soap so good? &amp;nbsp;Drama. &amp;nbsp;Most people like to watch drama.It briefly takes them away from their everyday, hum drum lives, and gives them a bit of respite. The problem is, sometimes they let the drama carry over to their personal life. I was one of those people. Have you been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and I are very close. Yes, I am the older one, but I still learn from him. I like to think I am a very easy going person, and I certainly love it when I can make people smile or laugh, but lately, I have been letting people and things get to me. &amp;nbsp;My brother has not let negative things get to him for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That light bulb has finally clicked on in my head. &amp;nbsp;I am the one who has control of my feelings, what I think, and who I associate with. &amp;nbsp;I will not let the negativity control my life or live in a life that is full of drama. If I want to do that, well, I guess I could try out for All My Children. If there is something that I do not want to talk about, I won't. I can change the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, if you find that you are starting to live in more drama than you really want to, you are the one that can change it. You are in control of your life. You are in control of who you converse with. You are in control of the subject matter. Don't respond with harsh words, don't continue the negativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I am certainly not a doctor, and I am NOT high and mighty by any means of the imagination. &amp;nbsp;I am just a person who loves life, and will do everything I can humanly do to prolong the life I have. I am not&amp;nbsp;naive&amp;nbsp;enuff to think I do not have people out there who, for one reason or another do not like me, however, that's their problem. &amp;nbsp;I am a Christian, and will not make any bones about it. I let Him guide my everyday life. However, I am not perfect, no human is. I have made mistakes, and will continue to make them as long as I live. &amp;nbsp;I choose to be a POSITIVE person, not one living in a drama filled world as we see on tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day folks, and remember, make it a great day. You are in control of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time.................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-4959151218235357354?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/4959151218235357354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=4959151218235357354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/4959151218235357354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/4959151218235357354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/03/living-in-soap-opera-world.html' title='Living in a Soap Opera World'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-9120793239488605484</id><published>2011-03-01T16:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T16:49:40.501-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Count your money!!!</title><content type='html'>Remember to count your money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we were reminded this afternoon of counting our money after the tellers at the bank hand it to you. Yes, you do like to trust what others are doing, but, mistakes can happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we usually do every pay day, we go and withdraw cash to pay my Dad for the house loan. We have now paid month 15 out of 60. Not bad, as we only got a 6 year loan to pay it off quicker. However, back to the story. We always get cash to pay some of the bills, like our mortgage, power, another private loan, and also get out cash each month for my bowling, so I pay in advance. See, I am one who feels very strongly about paying what he owes. &amp;nbsp;Anyway, when we get the cash, we have the teller put so much in one envelope, so much in another etc. &amp;nbsp;Well, 1 one envelope which was to be given to my dad, there was $200 missing. What??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We immediately went back to the bank, and the teller and their&amp;nbsp;supervisor&amp;nbsp;quickly counted all the money in the drawer, and found they were over $200. Whew!!! &amp;nbsp;We knew we did not have any extra. All's well, that ends well. Remember, count that money with the teller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-9120793239488605484?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/9120793239488605484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=9120793239488605484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/9120793239488605484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/9120793239488605484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/03/count-your-money.html' title='Count your money!!!'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-7931846301254979732</id><published>2011-02-21T11:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T11:16:34.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In case you missed this the 1st time around............</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="date-header" style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: 0.1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none;"&gt;As you can see by the date below, I had posted about coming back to Danville, about 1 month before actually arriving. &amp;nbsp;I guess there are some who seem to think that my parents "paid" for the house, which is true, but what they failed to read is that we are paying them back. No freebies. Sorry to deflate your bubble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 class="date-header" style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 12px; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: 0.1em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 20, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="date-posts" style="color: #29303b; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div class="post-outer"&gt;&lt;div class="post hentry uncustomized-post-template" style="margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 8px;"&gt;&lt;a href="" name="9025467662288094379"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="color: #1b0431; font-size: 18px; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Family Matters!!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header"&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt;I posted the following back around the first part of August, but it needs updated, so please bear with me.............. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Families are great. What would you ever do without them???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am so blessed to have the best family members in the world. As most of you know, I am moving back to my hometown of Danville, Il.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We have a new house to move in to, thanks to my mom and dad. They did the searching, found our new home, and paid for it for us. Of course we are paying them back. Dad has even painted the rooms in the house, and has had new carpet laid in the rooms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My brother Greg has been a Godsend. He has helped to furnish our home, and has volunteered to mow our grass for the rest of the mowing season. I love to mow grass, but 2,000 miles is a bit too much to commute once a week. I could never afford to pay back everything my family has done for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;An update on all this: my brother in law Ken has also been helping out around the house on various projects, and my dad and brother Robin have been putting on a new roof on the garage.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks folks.....you are making my homecoming that much more special!!! 57 days until I arrive in Danville!!&lt;div style="clear: both;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-footer" style="border-top-color: rgb(191, 177, 134); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; padding-top: 6px;"&gt;&lt;div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1"&gt;&lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt;Posted by&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="fn"&gt;Tuck Miller&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="post-timestamp"&gt;at&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="timestamp-link" href="http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2009/09/family-matters.html" rel="bookmark" style="color: #473624; 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There are some folks who have not written or updated their blogs in quite some time, and I miss reading them. However, to be honest, I do not like reading blogs who are simply links to other places. &amp;nbsp;That's is not what I am looking for. &amp;nbsp;I am looking for the person's own thoughts and why they think that way. &amp;nbsp;If a person is angry...why are they angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they feel cheated out of something that might not have been something that was their's in the 1st place. &amp;nbsp;Think about it, how can something be your's if it has never been in the first place? &amp;nbsp;Just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not always fair, but for the most part, we all make the best of it. We accept what life gives us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will admit something to you, the kind folks who are reading this. Life for our family has not been all that great the past 7 months or so. &amp;nbsp;We have lost 2 family members much to early. We just lost another one this past week. Yes, they were up in years, but it is always hard to lose a family member, no matter what their age might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I am trying to say, is be happy with what you have, and don't get angry simply because you have not received what you think you are owed. &amp;nbsp;So many times, things are taken away from you, sometimes way too early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, this is my thoughts, and is not meant for any particular person. &amp;nbsp;Have a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-2687276635726907394?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/2687276635726907394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=2687276635726907394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/2687276635726907394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/2687276635726907394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-is-blog.html' title='What is a blog?'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-7294523993570238478</id><published>2011-02-11T12:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T12:20:01.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another loss..............</title><content type='html'>Any time you lose a loved one, you reflect on the past, the time you had with the person you lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember many times when the whole Miller clan would descend back on Danville, from Philomath, Oregon. They were all stars, each and every one of them. We had people coming from the west coast back to the small city of Danville, Il.. We felt so special. &amp;nbsp;I think our neighbors were also very impressed. &amp;nbsp;I remember when the Baumgarts took a trip west to California, and on their return, they were very special. After all, how many people ever made it from California. Seemed like a world away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to the end of 1971, early 1972. &amp;nbsp;I had joined Uncle Sam's Canoe Club in September of 71, and completed boot camp in early December. I was then assigned a duty station in some city in California, called San Diego. Of course, unbeknown to me, that would become my home for 25 years later in my life. &amp;nbsp;There were a few times during my stint in San Diego, I would make a weekend trip to a house on Orangeburg Ave, in Modesto, Ca. to visit my then California relatives. A good time was had by all. Even remember a trip to Portland, Or to visit some family there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KTjeyAO_HrE/TVV57nouHGI/AAAAAAAAAK4/pjGvH3R1aQI/s1600/fred1972.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KTjeyAO_HrE/TVV57nouHGI/AAAAAAAAAK4/pjGvH3R1aQI/s320/fred1972.jpg" width="308" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;As you can see above, we have a picture of my grandma Rohrer, Uncle Fred on the far right, and a lot younger me on the far left. My mom, Shirley was taking the photo. &amp;nbsp;Mom and Grandma had flown into San Diego for a visit, and we drove up to Modesto, where Uncle Fred took us to San&amp;nbsp;Fransisco&amp;nbsp;and got to see some of the touristy spots. A tourist could not miss the Golden Gate bridge, which is pictured behind. &amp;nbsp;If memory serves correctly, we also visited Fisherman's wharf, and maybe China Town, not sure after all these years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then in about 1988 or so, shortly after Evey and I were married, we took a trip north so our northern relatives could meet my wife. We made stops as we traveled north. Sacramento, Redding, and then on to the Springfield, Oregon way. &amp;nbsp;We visited the Downings in Sacramento, the Millers in Redding, the Millers in I believe Springfield, Or, and then of course Uncle Fred and Aunt Jane in I think Philomath, but am thinking I am wrong on this site......It was indeed a great family get together.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Fast forward yet again, and I think this was the last time we had the pleasure of being with Uncle Fred and Aunt Jane, was when they were snow birds in Yuma, Az. &amp;nbsp;Only 3 hours away, we drove over with our RV and spent the weekend together. At that time we had Boston, our 1st Boston Terrier. &amp;nbsp;Uncle Fred came over to the drivers door, reached in to shake Evey's hand, and Boston knowing who he was lunged toward his arm, which of course he quickly with drew from the inside of the vehicle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I will always have great memories of this Man, minister and family member. &amp;nbsp;Uncle Fred, we will see you again someday, and that will be for all of eternity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-7294523993570238478?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/7294523993570238478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=7294523993570238478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/7294523993570238478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/7294523993570238478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/02/another-loss.html' title='Another loss..............'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KTjeyAO_HrE/TVV57nouHGI/AAAAAAAAAK4/pjGvH3R1aQI/s72-c/fred1972.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-1010191437912573437</id><published>2011-01-25T10:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T10:09:01.241-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me introduce you to..........</title><content type='html'>Let me introduce you to...........my wife, Evey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/TT71W6nvD9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/lqcBECQ7iMc/s320/evey+adrian.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may not know her, some may know her, and some may think you know her. However, do you really? &amp;nbsp;I have been married to her for almost 24 years, and I do not know her 100%. No one can know another person totally. You learn more and more each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I do know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She grew up in National City, a suburb south of San Diego. It was not the greatest neighborhood, but it was home to her and her family. &amp;nbsp;She lived there from 1959 until we married in 1987. &amp;nbsp;She was a quiet girl from what I have heard, and kept to her self. She was basically raised by her grandparents, and with that developed a great love for baseball with her grandpa, and for the San Diego Padres. No other team or sport for that matter can compare. Don't even mention the Dodgers to her, or you will instantly get a look of&amp;nbsp;disgust, as the Padres and Dodgers are very big rivals, similar to the Cubs and Cardinals here in the Midwest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She actually loves helping people when ever she can. She cooks, sews,&amp;nbsp;embroiders, did I say she cooks, and moves the furniture around without advance notice. She loves to read, loves watching tv, and she cooks. Did I mention that she cooks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a great heart, but I warn you, she says what's on her mind, and I have to take the blame for that. When we 1st got together, as I stated before, she was a quiet, shy type of gal, and I told her she needed to stand up for herself, and now she does. She will usually have an opinion on anything, but especially baseball. She says what she thinks or believes in. Sometimes she might say something that will hurt or offend some one, but rest assured to she does not intentionally do it. Our oldest daughter is a drug addict, but has been sober now for almost 6 years!!! &amp;nbsp;She has changed her life around, as she is now studying to be a surgical tech. She has been on the Dean's list. What a turn around!! &amp;nbsp;I like to think that Evey and something to do with that. As her parents, we had to deal with addictions, because we experienced it. We know thru experience it is sometimes hard to accept, but are so proud of Vivian with all she has accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So folks, get to know Evey for who she is, a caring person, who will help people when ever she can. Also for the strong woman she has grown to be, not the quiet, shy girl she was years ago. &amp;nbsp;I have noticed, we have other strong willed persons in our family who also will say what's on their minds. There is nothing wrong with that, it's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned that she likes to cook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Until the next time.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-1010191437912573437?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/1010191437912573437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=1010191437912573437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/1010191437912573437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/1010191437912573437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/01/let-me-introduce-you-to.html' title='Let me introduce you to..........'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/TT71W6nvD9I/AAAAAAAAAKw/lqcBECQ7iMc/s72-c/evey+adrian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-4505306887054722411</id><published>2011-01-22T11:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T11:35:17.727-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Families are great!!</title><content type='html'>Families are great!! &amp;nbsp;For the most part, families stick together. Sure, I am not naive&amp;nbsp;enough&amp;nbsp;to believe that families will not have their disagreements from time to time, but I also know that those who disagree will soon forget it and move on. Nothing, and I do mean nothing, is worth losing family over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you reading this know that I lost a nephew in the past few weeks. Bobby was born on July 13, 1981. &amp;nbsp;I moved from Danville in August of 84, shortly after his 3rd birthday. &amp;nbsp;I missed all his childhood years, as I did most all my nieces and nephews. However, in the time I have been back in Danville, I saw him quite often. Bobby was quite a character, he loved to crack jokes just as I do, and seemed to always have a smile for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad to have a family that is close knit, and will help each other out when needed. To others who might not be so lucky, don't let another day go by being angry with a close family member. You never know what lies right around the corner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-4505306887054722411?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/4505306887054722411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=4505306887054722411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/4505306887054722411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/4505306887054722411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2011/01/families-are-great.html' title='Families are great!!'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-7234286944294561191</id><published>2010-12-29T20:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T20:11:14.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Allright...who is Tuck?</title><content type='html'>Hmmmm, that is a good question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think I am a very easy laid back person. I try very hard not to let things bother me anymore, but to be honest, somethings do, and they really make me feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to help people the best that I can. &amp;nbsp;I think there might some people who simply misread my intentions and turn everything around. &amp;nbsp;I guess I might try too hard to "help" people, and some take it as me trying to CONTROL!!! &amp;nbsp;No way folks....hey, if you think I am trying to control you or events in your life, simply take me aside and tell me what you think and why. Please, listen to my side and you just might get a different impression. Is that so hard to ask? Life is too short for all the stupid drama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I could be the type of person who did not give a hoot, but, I really don't think that would be me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-7234286944294561191?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/7234286944294561191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=7234286944294561191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/7234286944294561191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/7234286944294561191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/12/allrightwho-is-tuck.html' title='Allright...who is Tuck?'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-4226718841400428183</id><published>2010-12-21T10:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T10:55:05.075-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bag Tree</title><content type='html'>A couple of weeks back, I wrote about the Naked Trees. &amp;nbsp;Now, we will tell you about the "Bag" tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last winter, our first winter back in Danville, we noticed that there was a plastic bag, clinging to one of the branches in a tree in our side yard. &amp;nbsp;A tradition has now been started. This winter, we put 2 bags in the tree, and each year here after, we will add another bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, well, I guess it won't be naked anymore........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/TRDb0smuTTI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ezyeUM2YFL8/s1600/Picture+038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/TRDb0smuTTI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ezyeUM2YFL8/s320/Picture+038.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-4226718841400428183?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/4226718841400428183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=4226718841400428183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/4226718841400428183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/4226718841400428183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/12/bag-tree.html' title='The Bag Tree'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/TRDb0smuTTI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ezyeUM2YFL8/s72-c/Picture+038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-7629297117669835603</id><published>2010-11-29T17:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T17:48:13.893-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked Trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/TPQ4yKos8mI/AAAAAAAAAKk/qFMGaeHGotE/s1600/bare_tree_by_fence.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/TPQ4yKos8mI/AAAAAAAAAKk/qFMGaeHGotE/s320/bare_tree_by_fence.png" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Evey and I have now been back in America's Heartland for over a year now, and for the most part, all is well. &amp;nbsp;I, of course, was born and raised in the Midwest, and you really can't surprise me with the variances of a Midwest weather. Evey, on the other hand is another story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In California, you might as well say, you have no winter. You go from summer, to fall, and back to summer. How do you know it's winter in S. California? It rains. &amp;nbsp;Yes, about the only time it rains in the San Diego is during &amp;nbsp;December, January, and February. Let me tell you this, when it rains in S. Cal, it sends everyone into panic mode. &amp;nbsp;During those 3 months, it is possible for San Diego to get it's entire yearly rainfall, which is an enormous amount of 9 inches a year. Yep, you heard me correctly...9 inches. &amp;nbsp;I think it would suffice to say, that the Midwest could get that amount in 1 month during the spring time and early summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Evey seems to love all seasons right now....will give her a few more years, and she will probably hate winter like the rest of us. &amp;nbsp;During fall however, after the leaves had fallen from the trees, getting them ready for their winter hibernation, we, in the Midwest would simply say the trees were bare. &amp;nbsp;Evey, unaware of the proper verbiage simply says they are naked trees. &amp;nbsp;So there ya go, when you are out walking or driving, and see a bare tree, just remember, they are now called "naked trees".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Until the next time.............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-7629297117669835603?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/7629297117669835603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=7629297117669835603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/7629297117669835603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/7629297117669835603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/11/naked-trees.html' title='Naked Trees'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/TPQ4yKos8mI/AAAAAAAAAKk/qFMGaeHGotE/s72-c/bare_tree_by_fence.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-7105297874763634142</id><published>2010-11-18T07:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T07:11:20.275-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Danville's Holiday Nites</title><content type='html'>Tonite is one of my favorite nites in Danville. The annual Holiday Nites, which&amp;nbsp;features&amp;nbsp;a parade in the downtown area.&lt;br /&gt;Tonite's event is featuring 53 units, including Santa. More fun will be at Temple Plaza starting at about 4pm, and I hear that First Presbyterian is having a chili supper from 3-5 to warm you up for the chili evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-7105297874763634142?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/7105297874763634142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=7105297874763634142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/7105297874763634142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/7105297874763634142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/11/danvilles-holiday-nites.html' title='Danville&apos;s Holiday Nites'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-1975145744617364197</id><published>2010-11-10T08:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T08:16:11.737-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OUCH!!!!!</title><content type='html'>My wife and I both have deathly fears of&amp;nbsp;dentists. Her's stems from experiences as a child. When she went to this dentist, and the dentist could sense she was nervous, he would slap her. That's right, slapped her. My fear comes from Uncle Sam's Canoe Club. When I was in boot camp, you got a LOT of shot's. Well, this one dentist was drilling in my tooth, and did NOT use&amp;nbsp;Novocain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Evey has had tooth pain all week, and we took her to the dentist. When she came out, she was so calm. She really likes this guy. Some of you may have already visited him. Dr. Mark Anderson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I wrote a very small blog on judging. &amp;nbsp;I do not judge, and will not judge. Do I care if a person keeps a clean house or not, nope...I really do not care, and I am certainly not going to tell them they should clean it. What business is that of mine. I am really one to talk. It has been said that a cluttered desk is a sign of a busy mind. Well, my mind must be in overdrive, as my desk is always cluttered. However, I know where everything is. &amp;nbsp;You can keep your house in any manner you wish, and you will never hear a complaint from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a event that happened a few weeks ago, where some have interpreted it as judging, I do not.&lt;br /&gt;A person and I, who were very good friends, had been going into a bar to watch ball games, eat a burger, what ever. However, he does not drink. &amp;nbsp;I had simply told him, as a Christian, I would not go into bars, as that could give the wrong impression. I NEVER told him he should not go, I simply said I would not do it. &amp;nbsp;That was covered in a blog a week or so ago under friends. Friends should never repeat what another&amp;nbsp;friend&amp;nbsp;tells you. That is simply breaking the confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-1975145744617364197?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/1975145744617364197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=1975145744617364197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/1975145744617364197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/1975145744617364197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/11/ouch.html' title='OUCH!!!!!'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-9047225888816135273</id><published>2010-11-09T21:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T21:54:23.287-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christ tell us not to judge.</title><content type='html'>I know there are many believers that read my blog. &amp;nbsp;One thing I fully believe is the following passage:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #481003; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibleresources.bible.com/passagesearchresults.php?passage1=Luke+6:37&amp;amp;version=51" style="color: #481003; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Luke 6:37&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #481003; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #481003; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibleresources.bible.com/passagesearchresults.php?passage1=Luke+6&amp;amp;version=51" style="color: #481003; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;(Whole Chapter)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #481003; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #481003; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #481003; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;“Do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #481003; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #481003; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #396335; font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #481003; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #481003; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #396335; font-weight: bold;"&gt;judge&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #481003; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #481003; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;others, and you will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #481003; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #481003; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #396335; font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #481003; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #481003; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #481003; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #481003; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #396335; font-weight: bold;"&gt;judge&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #481003; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;d. Do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #481003; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #481003; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #396335; font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #481003; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;condemn others, or it will all come back against you. Forgive others, and you will be forgiven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #481003; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #481003; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #481003; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I will not, and do not judge others. &amp;nbsp;That is not my place. Only by the grace of God are we saved. &amp;nbsp;We are NOT saved by good works, rather by accepting Christ as our savior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #481003; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #481003; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;There have been times that people have asked me for advise, and I try to give them advise, only when asked, by the Christian way of life. NEVER will I give some one advise, without them asking. That is not my place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #481003; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #481003; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;God bless each and everyone of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #481003; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #481003; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Until the next time......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-9047225888816135273?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/9047225888816135273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=9047225888816135273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/9047225888816135273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/9047225888816135273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/11/christ-tell-us-not-to-judge.html' title='Christ tell us not to judge.'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-7269591531408799687</id><published>2010-11-09T16:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T16:43:05.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Short and Sweet.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I have been a Christian since a very young age, but I don't feel we should brag about how we are Christians. &amp;nbsp;I really feel that the way we LIVE our everyday life shows what type of Christian we are. Do I hear an Amen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibleresources.bible.com/passagesearchresults.php?passage1=1%20Corinthians+13:4&amp;amp;version=51" style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;1 Corinthians 13:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibleresources.bible.com/passagesearchresults.php?passage1=1%20Corinthians+13&amp;amp;version=51" style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;(Whole Chapter)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;boastful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;or proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Until the next time...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-7269591531408799687?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/7269591531408799687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=7269591531408799687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/7269591531408799687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/7269591531408799687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/11/short-and-sweet.html' title='Short and Sweet.......'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-8183117733544465450</id><published>2010-11-09T11:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T11:05:32.372-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions to Ponder.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;1. Does a clean house indicate that there is a broken computer in it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;2. Why is it that no matter what color of bubble bath you use the bubbles are always white?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;3. Is there ever a day that mattresses are not on sale?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Why do people constantly return to the refrigerator with hopes that something new to eat will have materialized?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. On electric toasters, why do they engrave the message "oneslice"? How many pieces of bread do they think people are really gonna try to stuff in that slot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Why do people keep running over a string a dozen times with their vacuum cleaner, then reach down, pick it up, examine it, then put it down to give the vacuum one more chance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Why is it that no plastic garbage bag will open from the end you first try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. How do those dead bugs get into those closed light fixtures?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Considering all the lint you get in your dryer, if you kept drying your clothes would they eventually just disappear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When we are in the supermarket and someone rams our ankle with a shopping cart than apologizes for doing so, why do we say, "It's all right?" When, it isn't all right .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Why is it that whenever you attempt to catch something that's falling off the table you always manage to knock something else over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Is it true that the only difference between a yard sale and a trash pickup is how close to the road the stuff is placed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. In winter why do we try to keep the house as warm as it was in summer when we complained about the heat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. How come we never hear father-in-law jokes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If at first you don't succeed, shouldn't you try doing it like your wife told you to do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. The statistics on sanity are that one out of every four Americans is suffering from some sort of mental illness. Think of your three best friends, if they're okay, then it's you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"&gt;Until the next time...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-8183117733544465450?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/8183117733544465450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=8183117733544465450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/8183117733544465450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/8183117733544465450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/11/questions-to-ponder.html' title='Questions to Ponder.....'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-5027907905339659271</id><published>2010-11-08T17:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T17:42:18.947-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reducing Stress</title><content type='html'>A few years back, I would lose my temper very quickly. Why, because at work I always tried to be exactly on time, and when I was not able to do that. I would get very frustrated. I could just feel my stress level rising.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also used to stress when I saw people doing stupid things or even saying stupid things. &amp;nbsp;I used to get stressed when I saw people&amp;nbsp;misspell&amp;nbsp;words or use incorrect grammar, when there are things such as spell checker to double check your work. &amp;nbsp;Are they really that dumb, or just plain lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day, I wrote about a person who had left a comment for me on one of my blogs. Their comment simply said, "no comment on either post." Remember, I asked why would a person do that. Well, they replied that they no longer wanted to fight with me. They continued to say that they knew I was dense, but they did not &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I was that dense. &amp;nbsp;This coming from a person who&amp;nbsp;obviously&amp;nbsp;does not know what word to use...no, or know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried sending an olive branch to this person, but they turned me down, saying I was lying, that I was a trouble maker, and I would not know the truth if it were right under my nose. I do not make it a practice to lie about anything. I simply tell it like I see it. You deserve that. Nothing less. &amp;nbsp;I have suggested to them if my blog bothers them that much, maybe they should stop reading it. &amp;nbsp;Yes, I know I am a bit dense at times, because this person says I am, lol. &amp;nbsp;However, they have spoken just a tad it of truth. &amp;nbsp;If I would simply ignore their comments on my blog, and simply delete them, my stress level would go down. &amp;nbsp;So folks, if you ever see me publish one of their blogs again, please...call me on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...this is my stress level going down........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great nite my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until the next time............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-5027907905339659271?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/5027907905339659271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=5027907905339659271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/5027907905339659271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/5027907905339659271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/11/reducing-stress.html' title='Reducing Stress'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-8202462489171696136</id><published>2010-11-07T08:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T08:31:18.001-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing Blogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You got to love it. I know I do. &amp;nbsp;I enjoy writing blogs...as I have said so many times in the past, I write my blogs on what I observe. That could mean things I hear, or even see. &amp;nbsp;I love to people watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Sometimes I will write about things I have seen while walking. &amp;nbsp;Oh, and I love reading the comments I get after writing each blog. Some are good, yes, some are bad, and some are confusing. This morning I received an e-mail notice that some one had left a comment on one of my blogs. So, I meander over to my blog spot, and read the blog. &amp;nbsp;I am scratching my head. It simply said, "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;"&gt;No comment on either posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;"&gt;" Now....what's that all about? Why would you post such a statement? &amp;nbsp;If you are not going to post a comment, then don't say you have no comment. &amp;nbsp;Does that make sense to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Oh well, did you remember to set your clocks back one hour, if not, you may end up being at Church, one hour earlier than you need to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Have a great day people. &amp;nbsp;Enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Until the next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-8202462489171696136?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/8202462489171696136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=8202462489171696136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/8202462489171696136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/8202462489171696136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/11/writing-blogs.html' title='Writing Blogs'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-2040844140526300157</id><published>2010-11-06T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T21:58:28.841-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vikings are on a roll!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/TNYVyqiaKLI/AAAAAAAAAKg/DW6Eig748us/s1600/vikings.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/TNYVyqiaKLI/AAAAAAAAAKg/DW6Eig748us/s1600/vikings.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High school sports are in high demand here in America's heartland. This fall, I went to all the regular home games at Westville High School, even tho I am a Danville Alum. My Dad and Mom live in Westville, so my Dad likes to go to their games. &amp;nbsp;They, like the Danville Vikings had an undefeated season. &amp;nbsp;Westville lost in a playoff game this afternoon, but the Vikings move on to yet another level. They play next weekend, right here in Danville, against Crete-Monee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited a chat room tonite for a short visit with a bunch of other Viking Fans. &amp;nbsp;Would like to do it again next Saturday, but will be in Decatur for a bowling tourney, and will return on Sunday. My brother Greg and I are entered as a doubles team, while my Mom and Dad are teaming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday nite, we will head down to Moweaqua and listen to one of my cousins sing in the Muddy Waters Singers. Should be a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great nite all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-2040844140526300157?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/2040844140526300157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=2040844140526300157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/2040844140526300157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/2040844140526300157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/11/vikings-are-on-roll.html' title='Vikings are on a roll!!'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/TNYVyqiaKLI/AAAAAAAAAKg/DW6Eig748us/s72-c/vikings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-7819512795235329988</id><published>2010-11-06T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T12:25:10.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Change</title><content type='html'>Let's see if I can write this blog without offending anyone, or worse yet, some one thinking I am talking about them...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/TNWO7_w3zgI/AAAAAAAAAKc/5AR4-mNWWko/s1600/Picture2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/TNWO7_w3zgI/AAAAAAAAAKc/5AR4-mNWWko/s200/Picture2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonite before we go to bed, we all get to turn our clocks BACK one hour, or you could get back up at 2 in the morning and do it then. I guess my sister Channa could just change it while at work, as she works that dreaded 3rd shift. My mom loves the time change we do at this time of the year, and I really do not care for it. &amp;nbsp;When we go back an hour, it means it gets dark earlier, and we get&amp;nbsp;sunlight&amp;nbsp;an hour earlier as well. &amp;nbsp;I would much rather have the extra daylight in the evening, than in the morning. &amp;nbsp;I do not get up all that early anymore, so why waste the daylight then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, before I send this out, rest assured I will use my spell check, and I will make sure I don't name names....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-7819512795235329988?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/7819512795235329988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=7819512795235329988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/7819512795235329988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/7819512795235329988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/11/time-change.html' title='Time Change'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/TNWO7_w3zgI/AAAAAAAAAKc/5AR4-mNWWko/s72-c/Picture2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-5233916467865762232</id><published>2010-11-03T14:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T14:31:43.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you Vote?</title><content type='html'>Election Day is now over, and I sure hope you exercised your RIGHT to vote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure I have now voted in every election for the past 39 years, except for 1, even while in Uncle Sam's Canoe club. &amp;nbsp;I was first granted my right to vote when I turned 18 years of age. I was very active in politics long before that tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one last thing, I feel very strongly that if you do not vote, you have no right to complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-5233916467865762232?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/5233916467865762232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=5233916467865762232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/5233916467865762232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/5233916467865762232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/11/did-you-vote.html' title='Did you Vote?'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-6985760708333559807</id><published>2010-11-02T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T21:57:22.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beagle.....So Sad..</title><content type='html'>I am an animal lover....well, let me clarify..I am a dog lover. Not so much cats. &amp;nbsp;I do have my favorite breeds. &amp;nbsp;Obviously my 1st choice is a Boston Terrier, then it goes down. My least favorite dog is a Poodle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier&amp;nbsp;today, Evey and I were near the Humane Society on Voorhees, so we paid a visit to the animal shelter. Had cats, small dogs, medium dogs and large dogs. &amp;nbsp;One dog however tugged at my heart strings. In one of the cages was a beagle. &amp;nbsp;She looked so sad. &amp;nbsp;Her face was turned away from the front of the cage, like she did not want anyone to see her. She did not move. She look so depressed. &amp;nbsp;I asked the attendant to open the cage door, and I kneeled over and just started to pet her, over, and over, and over again. When I stopped, she looked back at me with the saddest eyes I have seen. &amp;nbsp;I started to pet her again for another few minutes, but had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/TNDPg11y9VI/AAAAAAAAAKY/P71KtnsuLiQ/s1600/Beagle+puppy+400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/TNDPg11y9VI/AAAAAAAAAKY/P71KtnsuLiQ/s320/Beagle+puppy+400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;According to the attendants, nothing is wrong with her&amp;nbsp;health wise, but I think one of 2 things happened. Either she has been abused, and is withdrawing from people, or some one has died, and she is in mourning. &amp;nbsp;I am no expert, but I bet if some one were to adopt her, she would have so much love to give. Just saying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-6985760708333559807?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/6985760708333559807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=6985760708333559807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/6985760708333559807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/6985760708333559807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/11/beagleso-sad.html' title='Beagle.....So Sad..'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/TNDPg11y9VI/AAAAAAAAAKY/P71KtnsuLiQ/s72-c/Beagle+puppy+400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-4203879611623891195</id><published>2010-11-02T16:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T14:26:33.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is your blog, really YOURS?</title><content type='html'>The answer to that question is very easy and simple. &amp;nbsp;YES!! Are we going to let others dictate how you write YOUR blog. Of course you won't, and neither am I. &amp;nbsp;I am also NOT going to move my blog, simply because they are so self centered, they think that every blog I write is about them. &amp;nbsp;Are they? &amp;nbsp;Maybe, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have stated before, I write my blogs on things I see or hear. It could be funny, it could be serious, but one thing, I will never names, unless it is my immediate family or even a close friend. &amp;nbsp;This is&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;not the case in this matter. My question to you is this? &amp;nbsp;If I do not use a person's name, can they automatically accuse me of talking about them? &amp;nbsp;I would not think so, but they claim they can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago, I moved my blog, but after thinking about it for a bit, I thought, why should I move my blog. &amp;nbsp;I have this great ability in my system, called ignoring. So folks, I am going back to the way I have always been. I am going to tell it like it is. &amp;nbsp;I hope that is ok.....if it's not, oh well......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-4203879611623891195?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/4203879611623891195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=4203879611623891195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/4203879611623891195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/4203879611623891195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/11/is-your-blog-really-yours.html' title='Is your blog, really YOURS?'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-6573022738673001760</id><published>2010-10-31T18:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T18:50:55.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends............</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;What do you want in a friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;I think trust is the key factor. You have to trust a person to have them as an actual friend. &amp;nbsp;Do you agree with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trusting comes in all shapes and forms. My issue is when you tell a friend something, that they don't go and tell some one else, no matter what the topic. You trust them to keep your confidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Here is what happened in my case. &amp;nbsp;I had seen a friend of mine do something that I would not do. I explained to them what I would not do if I were them, and why. &amp;nbsp;They told me they did not feel that way. &amp;nbsp;Ok, so as far as I was concerned, it was over. The next thing I knew, they told a relative, maybe two. The next thing I knew the other relative was all over my case now, all because of the betrayal of my so called friend. If they would simply have kept their mouth shut, and let it go, it would have ended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;The way I look at it, they have now made their bed, so they have to lay in it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Until the Next Time...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-6573022738673001760?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/6573022738673001760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=6573022738673001760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/6573022738673001760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/6573022738673001760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/10/friends.html' title='Friends............'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-2029483674600310570</id><published>2010-10-30T07:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T07:33:46.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Change</title><content type='html'>As we all know, time changes for most of the country, twice a year. Once in the fall, and then once in the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Saturday nite, not this week, we make the fall change. Actually, it changes at 2 in the morning on Sunday, Nov 7th, but unless you want to stay up until 2, most people change it before going to bed Saturday. &amp;nbsp;I hate changing the clocks in the fall. I am one who would much rather keep the same time year round, Daylight savings time that is. Others, like my mom, would rather we stay on standard time each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I prefer daylight savings time, simply I would rather have that extra hour of light during the evening, not in the morning when I am&amp;nbsp;still&amp;nbsp;sleeping. In fact, instead of falling back in the winter, why don't we spring ahead. &amp;nbsp;That's right, change our clocks ahead one hour in the winter time, so we get an extra hour of daylight, and in the spring go back one hour. Wait a minute, we could no longer call it daylight's saving time, might have to call it daylight withdrawal time......oh well...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-2029483674600310570?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/2029483674600310570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=2029483674600310570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/2029483674600310570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/2029483674600310570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/10/time-change.html' title='Time Change'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-7309806906300048421</id><published>2010-10-10T13:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T13:24:54.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our blog has moved!!!</title><content type='html'>Our blog has moved. &amp;nbsp;If you would like the address, please drop me an e-mail to tuckmiller@comcast.net or send me a personal message on Face Book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-7309806906300048421?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/7309806906300048421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=7309806906300048421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/7309806906300048421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/7309806906300048421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/10/our-blog-has-moved.html' title='Our blog has moved!!!'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-4113389454709403637</id><published>2010-10-07T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T09:00:48.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It is a sport!!</title><content type='html'>How many of you consider bowling a sport?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is as much a sport as is baseball, football, tennis or golf. One thing I have with bowling over tennis or golf is that yes, while bowling is an individual sport, it is a team sport as well. You have doubles in tennis, but no team participation. At least that I know of. &amp;nbsp;Also, golf might be the same way, it may have doubles, but as far as I know, no team activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practically every day across this country you will either find people bowling in leagues or individually in practice sessions. Both men and women can participate on the same team. How often do you find that?. Well, maybe in tennis. In most other sports, each gender is delegated to their own teams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, bowling is also good exercise. Your arms, legs, back....they all benefit from bowling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we meet Strike Force. &amp;nbsp;Our team, hopefully has learned to never under estimate anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-4113389454709403637?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/4113389454709403637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=4113389454709403637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/4113389454709403637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/4113389454709403637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-is-sport.html' title='It is a sport!!'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-1567761188536817158</id><published>2010-10-01T16:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T11:41:13.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How I write my Blog......</title><content type='html'>Ok, how do I come up with the topics for my blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very simply, what I see in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to people watch. You can see a lot, and in return, learn a lot. &amp;nbsp;You see funny things, you see serious things, and then, at times, you see things that say, "Oh, my gosh!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some folks might see a&amp;nbsp;resemblance to them selves, so I guess a disclaimer should be placed on my blog space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, true or fictional, are purely&amp;nbsp;coincidental. No offense should be taken just because a person "might" see them selves in a situation they may have been in at one time or another."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see folks, I want people to laugh, cry, and maybe even learn something from my blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not perfect, not by a long shot, but, I have learned a great deal from life experiences. &amp;nbsp;As most of you know, I am a long way from being a kid. &amp;nbsp;At 57 years of age, I have done a great deal in my life, and have had many adventures......right after high school, went into Uncle Sam's Canoe club, where I did spend a bit of time off the coast of Viet-nam. &amp;nbsp;During my 4 year enlistment, I also was able to see many different countries in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting out of the Navy, I came home back to Danville, where I was a news reporter for WDAN. Then I was a cadet with the Danville Police Dept., and after that served 6 years with the Danville Fire Dept. &amp;nbsp;Decided in 1984 that moving from Danville to San Diego was in my best interest, so I headed west. &amp;nbsp;Within 2 weeks I had a job. No, it was not a high paying job, but a job, none the less. Many people today think they have to go straight to the top. I am here to tell you folks, life does not work that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about a year and a half as a security officer with a ship yard, I was hired by the San Diego Trolley. I operated a Commuter train for almost 24 years. I was able to retire last Oct and move back to Danville, and am loving it. Evey, my wife, has enjoyed every minute in the Midwest, and actually enjoys winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Folks, I really hope no one gets upset with my blogs, as they are not intended to offend anyone. &amp;nbsp;I write the way I feel, and will continue to do so. That is what is so great about our country. As long as I do not reveal a person's actual name, they have nothing to complain about. No one knows the person or event I may be referring to. I would never tell some one else how to write their own personal blog. &amp;nbsp;There may be some who disagree with me, and I am sorry for that, but my blog is my blog. If they do not like it, I would suggest they do not read it. Simply ignore it, and move on to something else they do like to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think I am an easy going type guy, love to make people laugh, and just bring a smile to some one's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like my blogs, feel free to subscribe. &amp;nbsp;If you don't like it, well, I guess you won't be subscribing, lol. &amp;nbsp;You might even be&amp;nbsp;unsubscribing. We will miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time my friends.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-1567761188536817158?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/1567761188536817158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=1567761188536817158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/1567761188536817158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/1567761188536817158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-i-write-my-blog.html' title='How I write my Blog......'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-5765049107939935397</id><published>2010-09-29T12:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T12:12:36.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why???</title><content type='html'>Short blog today, but question is very simple.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people say they are going to do one thing, but it never comes to fruition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my humble opinion, if some one says they are going to do something, well, they should follow thru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great way to lose friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-5765049107939935397?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/5765049107939935397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=5765049107939935397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/5765049107939935397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/5765049107939935397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/09/why.html' title='Why???'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-2558478132106827596</id><published>2010-09-27T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T22:15:49.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...peace and serenity...........</title><content type='html'>Thought I was going to have to move my blog. However, I finally found a way that I did not have to do that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I have had this troll, stalker, what ever you want to call them, &amp;nbsp;continually harassing me. &amp;nbsp;I had asked them many times to simply leave us alone, but they have refused to comply with my wishes. Well, I have finally found the answer. &amp;nbsp;I have listed them as spam on any comments received, and have also created a filter in my e-mail account, that any messages that I receive from them, goes straight to the trash. So, maybe the nightmare is over............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to happier things. &amp;nbsp;As most of you know, I love Face Book, allows me to connect to old and new friends alike. Past classmates, co-workers, etc. &amp;nbsp;I also like to join new groups. I even joined a new group out of Urbana last evening. &amp;nbsp;I am sure it will be a "Happy" time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-2558478132106827596?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/2558478132106827596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=2558478132106827596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/2558478132106827596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/2558478132106827596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/09/finallypeace-and-serenity.html' title='Finally...peace and serenity...........'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-3809612955817810455</id><published>2010-09-26T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T21:45:02.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Church......Great People</title><content type='html'>I have attended many churches across the country and in fact the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in Uncle Sam's canoe club, I remember attending churches in Palma De Majorca, Spain, and also in Olongapo, Phillipines. &amp;nbsp;We also had chapel services aboard the JFK. &amp;nbsp;In Norfolk we attended the Rock Church. In the San Diego area we either attended or visited several Churches, most, if not were Assembly of God Churches. &amp;nbsp;We have also attended First Baptist Church, Ridgeview Baptist, and Foursquare Church, all in Danville, Il. &amp;nbsp;These are all great Churches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Church I now attend is Danville First&amp;nbsp;Assembly&amp;nbsp;of God. &amp;nbsp;I attended DFA before moving to San Diego, and knew I would go back there upon my return to Danville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Church us a warm and friendly Church with a lot of good, no, great people. &amp;nbsp;I have an Aunt and 2 cousins who also attend, as well as many friends who attended back in 84, just before I left. I have found many new friends upon my return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are looking for a new Church in the Danville area, I would encourage you to give us a try. The Church is located at 428 Walnut in Danville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-3809612955817810455?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://100731.agchurches.org/' title='Great Church......Great People'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/3809612955817810455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=3809612955817810455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/3809612955817810455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/3809612955817810455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/09/great-churchgreat-people.html' title='Great Church......Great People'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-6871109768621197681</id><published>2010-09-25T13:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T14:11:58.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk, walk, and walk some more........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/TJ5JRfdCo7I/AAAAAAAAAKA/JbtKmVBQZwc/s1600/IRD-2011-HappyDays.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/TJ5JRfdCo7I/AAAAAAAAAKA/JbtKmVBQZwc/s1600/IRD-2011-HappyDays.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;It has been said, that walking is good for you, and I am beginning to believe that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;I moved back to Danville in Oct of 2009. Can not believe it has been almost a year. &amp;nbsp;We have, what Evey and I consider to be a very nice house. No, it is not a mansion, but it is very&amp;nbsp;comfortable&amp;nbsp;and at least 2 or 3 times larger than the house we had in California. &amp;nbsp;It is costing us a whole lot less than what we would have paid in the San Diego area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;In January, I rejoined TOPS. TOPS is a weight loss group, whose sole purpose is SUPPORT of its members. They do NOT sell food or endorse any type of diet. TOPS stands for Take Off Pounds Sensibly. &amp;nbsp;I originally joined TOPS, I think in 2006 or 2005, and my weight when I weighed in for the 1st time was 331.75 lbs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;After moving back to Danville, I got serious about my weight loss. There have been the highs and there have been the lows. &amp;nbsp;Of course I like the lows better. &amp;nbsp;My weigh in at my 1st meeting of TOPS IL 2535 was 322 lbs. &amp;nbsp;Here we are almost 1o months later, and I have lost 42 lbs. Can I make a 50 lb loss before the end of this month? Sure am going to try. &amp;nbsp;I would love to see a 70lb loss before the end of the year.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;and how have I done this? &amp;nbsp;One word, WALKING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;I am walking at least 1 mile in the morning, and many times another mile in the afternoon. On Thursdays afternoons Evey and I walk to the bowling alley, and back. &amp;nbsp;I walk in all areas of town. &amp;nbsp;I have walked in South Danville, I have walked downtown, and of course have walked in my own neighborhood. &amp;nbsp;I have walked from my house to l\Lakeview Hospital, up to Lincoln Park and back to my house. I even walked from our house to Schlarman High&amp;nbsp;School&amp;nbsp;and back. &amp;nbsp;I have learned tho that on the east end of town there are a couple of streets that I try to steer clear of...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Keep an eye out for me. When I do walk, I always wear a blue set of headphones and a ball hat. Headphones of course are for my IPOD!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Thanks folks for all you encouragement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Oh, gonna walk down to Temple Plaza later this afternoon to watch Freddy's Freeloaders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Until the next time..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-6871109768621197681?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/6871109768621197681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=6871109768621197681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/6871109768621197681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/6871109768621197681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/09/walk-walk-and-walk-some-more.html' title='Walk, walk, and walk some more........'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/TJ5JRfdCo7I/AAAAAAAAAKA/JbtKmVBQZwc/s72-c/IRD-2011-HappyDays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-5143808189181721165</id><published>2010-09-08T14:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T14:42:10.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spell Check....A Wonderful Invention.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spell Check....A Wonderful Invention......Please use it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love what people write, well, for the most part. Sometimes, people make so many mistakes with the way they spell words, it makes it almost IMPOSSIBLE to understand what they are trying to tell us. For the most part, there is no excuse. Your last name does not have to be Webster to have correct spelling in things that you type. In fact, most of the time it is quite simple. Let me try to explain, and show those of you who do not know, how to use a thing called "spell checker". It is really great. I guess people do not realize, or maybe they do not care, that the way you spell things when you write, gives people different impressions on how you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, let's show you how to use a basic spell checker. &amp;nbsp;When you are typing something in a text box or even this blog, whenever you&amp;nbsp;misspell&amp;nbsp;something, a red line will appear under the word. Go back to that word, and right click with your mouse. You will see other word options with the correct spelling. All you have to do, is to choose the correct word. They even have an option to add your&amp;nbsp;misspelled&amp;nbsp;word to your online dictionary. I guess if you want to choose that option, that is up to you. &amp;nbsp;Using a spell checker is really that easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure hope I did not misspell any words in this blog, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-5143808189181721165?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/5143808189181721165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=5143808189181721165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/5143808189181721165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/5143808189181721165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/09/spell-checka-wonderful-invention.html' title='Spell Check....A Wonderful Invention.'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-2994563746543984867</id><published>2010-09-04T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T14:54:54.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking Rocks!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/TIKjtQcQVeI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5cpbx40nzhc/s1600/jan+before+after.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/TIKjtQcQVeI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5cpbx40nzhc/s320/jan+before+after.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being over 50!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I have a new hobby now. Add to the hobby list of bowling, and watching sports, is walking. Yes, I said walking. It is something I am really enjoying. &amp;nbsp;I never really know where I am going to walk until I go out the door in the morning. Sometimes I will actually start off from my house, and at other times, I will take a drive some where, and walk in an area that I have never been to, or at least walked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My walks normally are about 1 mile or so in distance, sometimes a bit more, sometimes a bit less. &amp;nbsp;I always have my IPOD on, and listening to my tunes. I try to be safe, so when walking, the majority of the time I do walk on the sidewalks, except when they are either torn up, or when there is none available. Regardless, I always walk with traffic coming towards me, so I can get out of the way of some one not paying attention, like texting while they are driving..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also try to walk again in the evening, again, at least a mile. This has also helped me in my weight loss. &amp;nbsp;I'm sorry if some of you are getting tired of hearing or reading of me losing weight, but this is something that means a great deal to me. After being over weight for about the last 25 years, I am finally winning the battle of the bulge. I want to thank several people. 1st off, my family, they are all behind me in their support. Then all my friends, which includes FaceBook. &amp;nbsp;I also have to include a very good friend of mine, Tommy Hawk. &amp;nbsp;Most of all, I want to give thanks to my real inspiration, my niece Jan. She was up to 275 pounds, lost 125, and is now floating around 140-150. Now, how good is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-2994563746543984867?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/2994563746543984867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=2994563746543984867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/2994563746543984867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/2994563746543984867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/09/walking-rocks.html' title='Walking Rocks!!!'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/TIKjtQcQVeI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5cpbx40nzhc/s72-c/jan+before+after.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-6575309501478206418</id><published>2010-08-24T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T22:27:05.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Friends!!!</title><content type='html'>I thank the Lord each day for all my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I write this, I am so lucky to have 879 friends on my Face Book. That includes, family and friends. &amp;nbsp;Past classmates, old Navy friends. &amp;nbsp;I am so lucky. &amp;nbsp;The best part is the encouragement my&amp;nbsp;friends&amp;nbsp;have given me on my weight loss journey. So far, since January, I have now lost 30 pounds!!! &amp;nbsp;I have a lot more to go, but I have something to prove to not only my friends and family, but most importantly myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can and I will do this. &amp;nbsp;Thanks to each of you for your support!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-6575309501478206418?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/tuckmiller' title='Thank you Friends!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/6575309501478206418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=6575309501478206418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/6575309501478206418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/6575309501478206418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/08/thank-you-friends.html' title='Thank you Friends!!!'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-3303467015013054630</id><published>2010-07-05T17:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T17:56:15.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Copy and paste to your browser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K8EUNFWXLTs&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/9021888434265949453-3303467015013054630?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/3303467015013054630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=3303467015013054630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/3303467015013054630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/3303467015013054630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/07/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-816355013929856006</id><published>2010-06-29T22:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T18:57:57.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Just Never Know!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/TDEemmZAMzI/AAAAAAAAAJo/mYNF_Qc8bR4/s1600/brendamom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 372px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/TDEemmZAMzI/AAAAAAAAAJo/mYNF_Qc8bR4/s400/brendamom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490203069230625586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is too short!  We all need to stop and think what our families mean to us. My family means the world to me. Each member is different and brings a special quality to our unit. If doctor's predictions are true, we are about to lose one of our members, Brenda.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brenda came to our family when she was 8 years old as a foster child. It did not take her long to win over all of our hearts in the family. As far as any of us were concerned, she might as well have been a biological, blood relative, as we would have it no other way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was watching a video yesterday that I taped 22 years ago while visiting Danville, and it had our entire family on it, of course 22 years younger than we are today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have not written a blog for quite a while, and of course words are hard to come by. I write this with a very heavy heart.  If any of you have ever had the chance to meet Brenda, you will know how I feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I ask is that she remains comfortable in this chapter of her life, and if it is God's will that she goes home now, that she go in peace. Brenda, this will never be goodbye. Just so long, until we meet again. I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-816355013929856006?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/816355013929856006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=816355013929856006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/816355013929856006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/816355013929856006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/06/you-just-never-know.html' title='You Just Never Know!!!'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/TDEemmZAMzI/AAAAAAAAAJo/mYNF_Qc8bR4/s72-c/brendamom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-5370558711002859829</id><published>2010-06-02T11:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T12:55:17.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion time 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/TAaHGg52ucI/AAAAAAAAAJg/XmlIpp5ig2M/s1600/millers+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/TAaHGg52ucI/AAAAAAAAAJg/XmlIpp5ig2M/s320/millers+2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478214542724348354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saying this reunion was great would be an understatement. It was fantastic!!!  Seeing relatives that I have not seen for many years was awesome. Seeing relatives that I had never met was the best. We had 66 people in attendance this year at Kickapoo, and we are hoping next year will be even better.  It has been said the last Rohrer reunion was held over 20 years ago. The last one I was at was in 1988. Wonder if that was the last one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reuniting with Uncles Bob, Bill and Tom was the greatest Meeting their families was great as well. People who I have only read about on the pages of Face Book came to life this past weekend. Did miss Rick, Danny, and Grandma, as was the 1st reunion. since they left us way to early!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day started early for us. We dropped of Greg at the Pavilion Shelter at about 4:30 am, and then Evey and I shot out there and relieved him about 7am or so. There we sat until until people started to arrive. They came, and kept on coming. It was a very festive mood. I don't remember seeing one frown anywhere. Well, maybe one, I guess Makia did not want to get her picture taken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope everyone who attended a great time!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until the next time...........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-5370558711002859829?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/5370558711002859829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=5370558711002859829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/5370558711002859829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/5370558711002859829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/06/reunion-time-2010.html' title='Reunion time 2010'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/TAaHGg52ucI/AAAAAAAAAJg/XmlIpp5ig2M/s72-c/millers+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-3541266864539950350</id><published>2010-05-21T08:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T09:15:23.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Retirement....it is great, but............</title><content type='html'>Well, I have now been retired since November of 09, and I love it, except for one thing. I hate the way they pay my pension.  I don't think I am alone.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been getting paid every other week for years, and you really get used to that. Now, that I am retired, you get paid ONCE a month. I hate this.  We run out of things before the end of the month.  I am sure that has happened to you. Would it be so hard for the places to pay you twice a month?  Oh, I know we could basically do it ourselves, by not spending the money all at once, and I know we will eventually get the hang of it, but this was something I could write about in my blog. So there!!!  lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until the next time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-3541266864539950350?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/3541266864539950350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=3541266864539950350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/3541266864539950350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/3541266864539950350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/05/retirementit-is-great-but.html' title='Retirement....it is great, but............'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-4183349203170838603</id><published>2010-05-16T18:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T18:44:22.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What do I write about?</title><content type='html'>Well, I was told by a little bird that I have not written a blog for a while, in fact, for 1 month. Well, there is a very good reason. Had nothing to write about.  Most everything has been going along pretty well, just having a writer's block I guess.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will try and get something out soon.....I promise.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-4183349203170838603?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/4183349203170838603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=4183349203170838603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/4183349203170838603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/4183349203170838603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-do-i-write-about.html' title='What do I write about?'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-7626410090873916522</id><published>2010-04-13T12:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T12:52:34.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You ready?</title><content type='html'>They say a picture is worth a thousand words. How much is a video worth?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=1137213956210&amp;amp;ref=nf&lt;/div&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&gt;Copy and paste if link does not appear.&lt;/div&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&gt;Until the next time..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-7626410090873916522?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/7626410090873916522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=7626410090873916522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/7626410090873916522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/7626410090873916522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/04/are-you-ready.html' title='Are You ready?'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-1571895105362707784</id><published>2010-04-08T19:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T20:20:16.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Close to the end.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S76AvFWNQDI/AAAAAAAAAIU/lZHGiCvVA20/s1600/sad+smiley+face.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S76AvFWNQDI/AAAAAAAAAIU/lZHGiCvVA20/s320/sad+smiley+face.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457941344797147186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite past time is coming to an end..........&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bowling!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, at least for this season.  I moved back to Danville on Oct 22. I can not believe it has been over 5 months already. Seems like only yesterday!  I had been dreaming for years for my return to America's Heartland.  Don't get me wrong. I enjoyed my time in San Diego, and working with all my friends at the Trolley, but home is where the heart is. My heart has always been right here, in Danville, Il.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was not long after my return to the Illiana area that I started bowling again. My bowling is my favorite individual/team sport. It is my passion. The main problem I have is my concentration.  I finished up on 2 teams. The Mens 332 League on Tuesday nites, and the Senior League on Thursday afternoons. We finished our 332 League this past Tuesday nite, and our banquet is on the 20th. We have 1 more week for the Senior group, that's next week. Our year end banquet is the same day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Tuesday nites I started off as a sub, and was asked to fill in for a member who had to leave for the remainder of the year.  The team I bowled with was a lot of fun. We had some very good bowlers on it, and I feel it helped me to make my game better.  I was asked today to be on another team with the 332 League, and immediately accepted. My brother Greg and I bowl on the senior league together, and now, we will be bowling on the 332 league. We are both very competitive, but we also have a lot of fun. We encourage each other!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, the other bowlers on the leagues are great. There are so many fun ones, it would be hard to name them all. However, there are some that need to be mentioned. On the 332 league, I have 2 cousins that I bowl along side. John Phillips and Michael Coan, both of which can be found on my Face Book friends page. Others that really had a good time with would be Shawn, Phil, Don, James Bond, yes, he is in Danville. We can not forget Joe Elliot, as he always has a smile for folks. Now, we go to the Senior League. Do NOT let the name fool you!!  Senior in name only. Some of these folks will run all over you if you let them.  I love bowling on this league.  I have made so many friends, and really enjoy bowling with them. First we have Keith, the gutter ball king. Only kidding Keith, bowling would not be the same without you. Then there is my favorite sparring partner Ernie. Marion always has to keep an eye on us, in case Ernie and I start to tangle. We have been warned by Meridith tho, that if we tangle again, we will have to serve detention.  Stan, Terry, Bob C., Judy, Linda, Phil, and of course Don again. Oh, and bowling with my mom in the same league is a real treat. There are just so many, I can not name them all here. Folks, if you are reading this, I just want to thank you for a great time on the lanes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like I said, we have 1 more week left to bowl. I have never bowled a 600 series yet. Next week will be my last time this year to do it. Will it happen? I don't know. You can bet, I will be trying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until the next time.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-1571895105362707784?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/1571895105362707784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=1571895105362707784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/1571895105362707784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/1571895105362707784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/04/close-to-end.html' title='Close to the end.....'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S76AvFWNQDI/AAAAAAAAAIU/lZHGiCvVA20/s72-c/sad+smiley+face.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-7732750761833450891</id><published>2010-04-03T09:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T10:00:36.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Names?  Don't get offended!!</title><content type='html'>Most of the time, I will never specifically name a person, so any reference to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. My readers should never "assume" that I am actually writing about "them", unless I specifically call them by name. Comprende??&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I am basically a very laid back, passive guy, who loves to see people smile and laugh, and if I am able to be a part of that, I am very happy. I am also proud to be a Christian, one who will not judge others. That is not my place. That is God's job, too much for me to handle. If God wanted my help, He would ask for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I follow some basic rules in my life. It is called the Golden Rule. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. I will never tell some one how to write their blog. I will never tell some one they should take something out. That is NOT my place. I expect the same in return. Don't tell me how I should write my blog. In fact, no one should tell anyone how to write stuff that technically belongs to some one else.  I look at it this way, if you read something that you don't like, ignore it...don't read it. It's really that simple. Not rocket science.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Face Book is great. If you are not yet a member, you might try it out. I have been able to connect with old friends from the past, and have been able to make new friends as well. Also, relatives.....I have been able to re-connect with many of my cousins that I had not seen or heard from in years, and have even connected with new relatives..kids of my cousins. It is great!!  One of my cousins, Linda Phillips-Coan and I are both in TOPS, and her support has also helped me a great deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a closing note, tomorrow is Easter Sunday. I feel that tomorrow is the most important day in Christianity. Our Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ, rising from the dead, taking His place in Heaven. Just thinking about it can give you chills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until the next time......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-7732750761833450891?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/7732750761833450891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=7732750761833450891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/7732750761833450891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/7732750761833450891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-names-dont-get-offended.html' title='No Names?  Don&apos;t get offended!!'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-8695298911054215806</id><published>2010-03-24T11:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T13:17:40.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Gave up!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next time you think you have problems, think about 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=ywdh31_nCvY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ywdh31_nCvY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until the next time..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-8695298911054215806?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/8695298911054215806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=8695298911054215806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/8695298911054215806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/8695298911054215806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/03/never-gave-up.html' title='Never Gave up!!'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-1740207617470536063</id><published>2010-03-16T12:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T15:16:54.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I always try to be positive??</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&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;I have recently been told by a person that they knew me 25 years ago, and they did not like me then, and they do not like me now. Huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&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;Even if they did not like me then, a lot can happen in that time span, and a person can change. I REFUSE to be negative. That is not my spirit! You have to think positive!!  I relate this story that has been going around for a while, you might have seen it, but I hope you will read it again. This is the way I want to live my life, how about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="ecxmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&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;John is the kind of guy you love to hate.   He is always in a good mood and always has something positive to say.  When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would reply, 'If I were any better, I would be twins!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a natural motivator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If an employee was having a bad day, John was there telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up and asked him, 'I don't get it!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="ecxmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&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;&lt;br /&gt;'You can't be a positive person all of the time.  How do you do i t?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He replied, 'Each morning I wake up and say to myself, you have two choices today.  You can choose to be in a good mood or...you can choose to be in a bad mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose to be in a good mood.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="ecxmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&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;&lt;br /&gt;Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or...I can choose to learn from it.  I choose to learn from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their complaining or...I can point out the positive side of life.  I choose the positive side of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yeah, right, it's not that easy,' I protested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yes, it is,' he said.  'Life is all about choices.  When you cut away all the junk, every situation is a choice.  You choose how you react to situations.  You choose how people affect your mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood.  The bottom line:  It's your choice how you live your life.'  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="ecxmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&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;&lt;br /&gt;I reflected on what he said.  Soon hereafter, I left the Tower Industry to start my own business.  We lost touch, but I often thought about him when I made a choice about life instead of reacting to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years later, I heard that he was involved in a serious accident, falling some 60 feet from a communications tower. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="ecxmsonormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&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;&lt;br /&gt;After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, he was released from the hospital with rods placed in his back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him about six months after the accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked him how he was, he replied, 'If I were any better, I'd be twins...Wanna see my scars?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I declined to see his wounds, but I did ask him what had gone through his mind as the accident took place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The first thing that went through my mind was the well-being of my soon-to-be born daughter,' he replied.  'Then, as I lay on the ground, I remembered that I had two choices:  I could choose to live or...I could choose to die.  I chose to live.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Weren't you scared?   Did you lose consciousness?'  I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continued, '...the paramedics were great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kept telling me I was going to be fine.  But when they wheeled me into the ER and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared.  In their eyes, I read 'he's a dead man'.  I knew I needed to take action...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What did you do?' I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, there was a big burly nurse shouting questions at me,' said John.  'She asked if I was allergic to anything 'Yes, I replied..'  The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply.  I took a deep breath and yelled, 'Gravity''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over their laughter, I told them, 'I am choosing to live.  Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lived, thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude...I  learned from him that every day we have the choice to live fully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&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;&lt;br /&gt;Attitude, after all, is everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#400000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;  color: rgb(64, 0, 0); font-family:Arial;font-size:14pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;i&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;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself.  Each day has enough trouble of its own.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/9021888434265949453-1740207617470536063?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/1740207617470536063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=1740207617470536063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/1740207617470536063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/1740207617470536063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-do-i-always-try-to-be-positive.html' title='Why do I always try to be positive??'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-7393383865184645272</id><published>2010-03-09T17:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T17:49:20.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock 'em down!!</title><content type='html'>I have been in a slump!!  Our whole team has been in a slump. Not just a small slump, but one that has lasted over 2 months, possibly more. At one point we were in 2nd place, knocking on the 1st place team's door. Then something happened. Not sure what, but something sure did.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could blame my poor bowling on my ankle that I twisted back in December, but I won't. It is simply my mechanics, and my concentration!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting ready to go down to the lanes and bowl tonite. Maybe Walter Ray will stop in and give me some great tips. You think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until the next time.............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-7393383865184645272?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/7393383865184645272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=7393383865184645272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/7393383865184645272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/7393383865184645272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/03/knock-em-down.html' title='Knock &apos;em down!!'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-3445631167614474927</id><published>2010-03-02T17:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T17:28:51.391-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&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&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(72, 16, 3); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibleresources.bible.com/passagesearchresults.php?passage1=Luke+6:37&amp;amp;version=9" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(72, 16, 3); "&gt;Luke 6:37&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(57, 99, 53); "&gt;Judge&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(57, 99, 53); "&gt;not&lt;/b&gt;, and ye shall &lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(57, 99, 53); "&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; be &lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(57, 99, 53); "&gt;judge&lt;/b&gt;d: condemn &lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(57, 99, 53); "&gt;not&lt;/b&gt;, and ye shall &lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(57, 99, 53); "&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; be condemned: forgive, and ye shall be forgiven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-3445631167614474927?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/3445631167614474927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=3445631167614474927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/3445631167614474927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/3445631167614474927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/03/luke-637-judge-not-and-ye-shall-not-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-6120836586984365042</id><published>2010-02-17T11:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T11:26:49.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My God is always there.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A good friend of mine, who is also a Pastor, posted this on Face Book today. Terry, the timing is perfect. God knows what you need, and when you need it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thought for the day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do not allow the enemy to rob you today of what God wants you to have. Attitude is so very important.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;People, things, and even family will stand between you and God's best. "this is the day that God hath made, I will REJOICE and be glad in it..in the midst of the whatever happens today, I will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;still rejoice in God and be happy with my position with God.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&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/9021888434265949453-6120836586984365042?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/6120836586984365042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=6120836586984365042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/6120836586984365042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/6120836586984365042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-god-is-always-there.html' title='My God is always there.'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-6728264606886956786</id><published>2010-02-16T22:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T22:12:05.884-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Times.........</title><content type='html'>As most of you know, I love the sport of bowling. For some reason I have been in a slump since about the middle of December, and I need to get out of it post haste.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bowl in the Senior League every Thursday afternoon, and I may have a chance on bowling on Tuesday nites as well. This is a good thing, as the team I might be bowling on is a pretty decent team, and it seems that when I bowl with higher average bowlers, my average also improves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still trying for my elusive 600 series, and hope that occurs before the end of this season. A week from Friday, we will be traveling to Indy to watch the semi finals of the PBA. Should be a lot of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until the next time..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great day Skipper!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-6728264606886956786?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/6728264606886956786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=6728264606886956786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/6728264606886956786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/6728264606886956786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-times.html' title='Happy Times.........'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-6763587590514137050</id><published>2010-02-09T20:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T21:07:58.752-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I write what I write!!</title><content type='html'>Why do I write the things I do write?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mostly to bring a smile to people's faces. Some have said that I look like a fool, a moron, etc. The list goes on and on. Why, because I put myself out there for ridicule. Why do I do that. Very simple. It makes me work harder at what I want. It also puts me in the line of fire and takes it away from others. The people that say these things are trying to get my goat, and have me lose my temper like I have in the past. Guess what. Not going to happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I belong to a weight loss group called TOPS. Actually it is called Take off pounds sensibly. I have had a weight problem for as long as I can remember. That is going to change!!  There are some that think they have to remind me that I am over weight. Guess what? I know that. I have lived with that for many years. Guess what? I am sick and tired of being over weight, and I am now going to do something about it, and I give all the credit to these people who think it's funny to make fun of people who are over weight and to those who wear their heart on their sleeves. I don't really care what other people think. I have to live with myself. I do not have to live to their expectations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so thankful for all the support that I have received from my family and friends during my weight loss journey, and to my detractors...the only thing I can say is I am keeping each of you in my thoughts and prayers, and I hold absolutely nothing against you. I am a POSITIVE person, I no longer allow negativity to control my life.  I have modified the TOPS pledge a bit to emphasize how I feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am an intelligent person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will CONTROL my emotions, not let my emotions control me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great week folks!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until the next time........... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-6763587590514137050?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/6763587590514137050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=6763587590514137050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/6763587590514137050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/6763587590514137050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-i-write-what-i-write.html' title='Why I write what I write!!'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-4746510618236949117</id><published>2010-02-06T10:26:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T12:59:31.238-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>I love watching a good movie. Action/Adventure are my favorites, altho, I will watch a comedy once in a while. My favorite actors are Denzel Washington, Wesley Snipes, and Morgan Freeman!! There are others of course, but I know if any of those 3 are in the movie, it should be pretty good.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This afternoon, my cousin Bryan and I, will be going to the mall and watch Eli. Denzel is in it, so it should be good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Update on the movie, we did go to watch the movie...The Book of Eli. In my opinion, on a scale of 1 -10, I would rate the movie at a 4. Denzel was is usual good actor. However, the movie itself was slow to start. So slow in fact, we gave up on it after 35-40 minutes, and left the theater. A movie has to get and keep my attention in order for me to like it. A good friend wrote me and said the movie was one of the best she had seen, and it got a lot of action later in the film. That may be the case, but in my opinion, which does not matter all that much, I feel a movie has to start off fast as well. Should keep your attention from start to finish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I hate bringing up anything negative, but I understand there are some who do not like what I put in my blog. Well, I guess they have the option of not reading it. I try to write my blogs where it might bring a smile or a chuckle. If people laugh at what I write, then that's what I wanted. Sometimes I make fun of myself, and that's ok.  If others want to make fun of me, hey, that's ok as well.  Go for it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey folks, God Bless each of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until the next time.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-4746510618236949117?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/4746510618236949117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=4746510618236949117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/4746510618236949117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/4746510618236949117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/02/movies-two-holer.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-4974540814572231860</id><published>2010-02-03T20:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T20:51:26.687-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring....Ring....Ring!!!</title><content type='html'>The Phone is ringing........where is that darn phone?  Is it on the dash? No, is it it my left side pocket, nope. My right side pocket maybe. Nope, not there either. The phone rings again, both Evey and I can hear it, but can not locate it. We look besides the seats in the car, we even look under the seats. Still...no phone. I get out of the car, Evey hears the phone in the distance. I sit back down in the seat, and now we hear the phone near the center of the car. Where in the heck is that phone. I start patting down my jacket and all of a sudden, I feel the phone near my right side pocket. I can not get to the phone. I reach into my left hand pocket, and find that the pocket had ripped. The phone had worked its way thru the lining of the jacket to the other pocket.  So, turning the coat on it's side, the phone slid back to where it was supposed to be, we reached in, and got the phone. Missing phone is now found and recovered. The moral...watch out for phone eating jackets.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until the Next time.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-4974540814572231860?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/4974540814572231860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=4974540814572231860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/4974540814572231860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/4974540814572231860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/02/ringringring.html' title='Ring....Ring....Ring!!!'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-8365850328475915885</id><published>2010-02-01T18:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T18:35:26.557-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Evey and the Padres</title><content type='html'>Evey's blog returns!! Yes, it is back. Think about it. Baseball season is fast approaching and when it comes to baseball, she usually has a lot to say. Even if some of it is a bit mis guided. You see, she is a true blue Padre fan. No doubt in this world.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You won't want to miss a single one. Some people have already found out she is one lady who will speak her mind. Don't like what she has to say, don't read it. Want to complain? Call 1-800-who cares?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is one nice lady, but she will not be walked on. Cross her path, then expect to hear her rebuttal. To check out her blog, click here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://evelynmiller-evey.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://evelynmiller-evey.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You might want to bookmark it while at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until the next time.................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-8365850328475915885?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/8365850328475915885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=8365850328475915885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/8365850328475915885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/8365850328475915885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/02/evey-and-padres.html' title='Evey and the Padres'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-4014438381788859799</id><published>2010-01-29T16:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T17:19:25.395-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life keeps on a moving.........</title><content type='html'>Well....went for a quick update from the doctor. Had lab work done on Monday and the Doc wanted to go over the results with me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, long story short, I basically passed with flying colors. As most of you already know, I am a diabetic, but we are working on it. We, being the doctor and me. He wants my blood sugar to get lower and we will. I certainly do NOT want to go on insulin. My blood pressure is good, but he wants to see it get even lower. Now, the great news.....my choloresterol is 125. How good is that? My liver and Kidneys are in great working order, and went to the podiatrist, and my feet still work the way they should. Being a diabetic, I get to order 2 pair of shoes each year, one every 6 months, absolutely FREE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He also reminded me what I should and should not eat. One thing I should eat less of, a lot less, is red meat. Sniff!!  I love my steaks. He said once in a while, but not a whole lot. He told me to eat a LOT of veggies....YECH!!!  No white bread, but LOTS and LOTS of BEANS!!!  Poor Evey!!  He also encouraged me to eat lots of soup. I love soup!!  He said I could eat it for all meals if I really wanted to...very inviting......I love a good, hot bowl of soup.  Just think how much weight I could lose, eating soup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have that big bowl ready please..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until the next time!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-4014438381788859799?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/4014438381788859799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=4014438381788859799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/4014438381788859799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/4014438381788859799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-keeps-on-moving.html' title='Life keeps on a moving.........'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-7073147539432863935</id><published>2010-01-24T11:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T11:18:40.971-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting it go!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhhvmMj8F4Y/S06OW-k_0fI/AAAAAAAABU0/qiTVpxZHIpI/s320/newyearscale-pd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;On June 6, 2006, I suffered a massive heart attack, 3 attacks total, and had 6 stents put in. Being over weight also does not help. On doctor's advice, I am NOT to shovel snow, as it can lead to heart stress and another attack. Most smart people follow their Doctor's advice. My wife, as shoveled a bit of snow off the walks, but nothing major. She is in top notch shape physically.  Some people are getting down on me because my wife goes here and there. What they don't know is she loves to walk, and both CVS and Walgreens are on 2 blocks away in either direction.  As I stated above, I KNOW that I am over weight, and am now doing something about it. At one point, I weighed about 330 lbs. Starting on the 1st of the month, I joined a group called TOPS, and am starting to shed those pounds. I am now down to 312 and hopefully not looking back. My first goal is to get below that 300 mark. After that, I am setting goals at 25 pound increments. I will get to my final goal of weighing between 165 and 170 pounds. If you see some one walking down the streets, with headphones, well...it might just be me!!  Our TOPS pledge is as follows:  I am an intelligent person. I will control my emotions and not let my emotions control me. Everytime I am tempted to use food to satisfy my frustrated desires, build up my injured ego, or dull my senses, I will remember, even though I over eat in private, my excess poundage is there for all to see.  I WILL take of pounds SENSIBLY!!!  If anyone reading this would like to contact me personally, please send me a note at tuckmiller@gmail.com or hook up with me at facebook.com/tuckmiller  Thanks again everyone for your support!!  Until the next time...........&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/9021888434265949453-7073147539432863935?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/7073147539432863935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=7073147539432863935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/7073147539432863935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/7073147539432863935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/01/letting-it-go.html' title='Letting it go!!'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhhvmMj8F4Y/S06OW-k_0fI/AAAAAAAABU0/qiTVpxZHIpI/s72-c/newyearscale-pd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-5493194439213208759</id><published>2010-01-12T07:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T08:50:34.238-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You just never know!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday around 11am or so, Evey and I heard the doorbell ring at the back of our house. She looked outside, and seen it was my cousin. This was weird, as he usually calls before he comes over. No matter, as he is welcome anytime.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time was different. He did not look good. In fact, he looked like death warmed over.  I had him come into my bedroom and sit down on the bed. He was clutching his chest and told me it was very painful. His hands also looked a bit blue to me. It did appear to me that he could be suffering from a heart attack. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told him that I was going to call Medix and have him taken to the hospital to have him checked out. Since we live right around the corner from Medix, it was probably one of their quickest responses ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Medix departed, I called his mom and let her know that he had been transported to Provena.  I got a call from him about 3:45 or so, and happy to find out it was non cardiac related. I guess it was similar to pleurisy.  From what I understand, it can mimic a heart attack, so to the person suffering from it, well, it can be quite painful. He had been released from the hospital, and I am grateful he trusted me enough to come to my house when he was not feeling good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In talking with him later, I found out that he had wanted me to take him to the hospital. After explaining to him how serious he looked, and the fact that I was no longer an EMT, it was best that I called Medix for transport. They are the professionals, and I wanted nothing to happen to him on the way to the hospital. After hearing that, he fully understood why I called Medix.  I want him around for quite a while. Since returning to Danville, he and I hang around quite a bit, going bowling and to movies since my wifey does not like going to movies.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I won't print his name, but I do have his permission to print all the above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until the next time................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-5493194439213208759?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/5493194439213208759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=5493194439213208759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/5493194439213208759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/5493194439213208759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-just-never-know.html' title='You just never know!!'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9021888434265949453.post-7013105831150161282</id><published>2010-01-09T10:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T10:35:28.632-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OUCH!!!</title><content type='html'>I love being back in my hometown of Danville, Il. I love 3 seasons of the year, spring , summer and fall. I really do not care for winter, but, I have to put up with it. My wifey on the other hand, loves the winter season. She is allowed to tho, as this is the very 1st winter she has actually been in. Having winters in San Diego does not count. Rain and brief periods of patchy fog do not count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Midwest has REAL winters. Beleive me, I have been there, done that. One thing I did forget over the past 25 years of being gone, is that falling down on the ice and snow can be painful, very painful. That is what happened to me early Thursday morning. Here is what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 4:45 in the morning, Evey gets a phone call from our next door neighbor saying some one is standing out by her car. She does not recognize this person. She did call the police, but as we all know, police response times can be a bit slow at times. She asked Evey, if I could come out and stand by her car while she got in and left for work. Evey then woke me up, and told me what was going on.  I put on a pair of pants, put on my shoes, and slipped my parka on, and walked outside.  My neighbor told me it looked as if the person had been "casing" her car. I observed a set of footprints that had come from the alley behind my garage to where the car was parked, and then another set going from the car back to the alley. I followed those tracks to make sure the area was clear. I notice the tracks had cut off in a yard and to a fence. The person must have jumped the fence, as they were no longer in the area.  I started to turn around, when I slipped on some hidden ice that was beneath the freshly fallen snow. I fell on my left knee, and my right ankle either twisted or I fell on it, which, I am not sure. All I know, it was painful to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I was, laying on the ground. I could not get up, there was nothing nearby to grab on to so I could get my balance. Finally 5 minutes or so later, I heard her calling me and asking if I were ok. I yelled....NO!!!  Come help me!!  She finally came to the back alley, and helped me up.  My ankle is still a bit sore, but I am able to walk a bit with a limp. I am hoping my mid week I will be back to 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not be bowling on Monday, and this really makes me sad. Our team is only 1 point out of 1st place, and we play the 1st place team on Monday.  I doubt very seriously if my ankle will be back 100% by then, but even if it were, I could not bowl. Normally, I would have been working on Sunday and Monday and I have already "marked off" with this injury. If I can not work, then I can not bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....be careful this winter. Watch for the hidden ice!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next time...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9021888434265949453-7013105831150161282?l=mrtucks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/feeds/7013105831150161282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9021888434265949453&amp;postID=7013105831150161282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/7013105831150161282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9021888434265949453/posts/default/7013105831150161282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrtucks.blogspot.com/2010/01/ouch.html' title='OUCH!!!'/><author><name>Tuck Miller</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17439836726957155880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A6LHAOPoQGs/S241ouQe4UI/AAAAAAAAAH0/FwMyUsB8Wxo/S220/tucks+id+photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
