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		<title>Stroke Awareness</title>
		<description><![CDATA[STROKE: Remember
The 1st Three Letters&#8230;. S.T.R. 
Â My nurse friend sent this and encouraged me to post it and spread the word.
I agree. If everyone can remember something this simple, we could save some folks.
STROKE IDENTIFICATION:
During a BBQ, a friend stumbled and took a little fall &#8211; she assured everyone that she was fine (they offered to call [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=dmiller40.wordpress.com&blog=4011916&post=70&subd=dmiller40&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://dmiller40.wordpress.com/2008/09/03/stroke-awareness/</link>
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		<title>Flag Jump</title>
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		<link>http://dmiller40.wordpress.com/2008/09/02/flag-jump/</link>
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		<title>And then the fight started&#8230;..</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My wife and I were sitting at a table at my high school reunion, and I
kept staring at a drunken lady swigging her drink as she sat alone at a nearby table.
My wife asked,  &#8216;Do you know her?&#8217;  &#8216;Yes,&#8217; I sighed, &#8216;She&#8217;s my old girlfriend.
I understand she took to drinking right after we split up [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=dmiller40.wordpress.com&blog=4011916&post=66&subd=dmiller40&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://dmiller40.wordpress.com/2008/08/28/and-then-the-fight-started/</link>
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		<title>Darn TV</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A 5-year-old boy went to visit his grandmother one day.
Playing with his toys in her bedroom while
grandma was dusting, he looked up and said, Grandma,
how come you don&#8217;t have a boyfriend now that
Grandpa went to heaven?&#8221; Grandma
replied, &#8220;Honey, my TV is my boyfriend. I can sit in
my bedroom and watch it all day long. The [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=dmiller40.wordpress.com&blog=4011916&post=64&subd=dmiller40&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://dmiller40.wordpress.com/2008/08/26/darn-tv/</link>
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		<title>The Man Rules</title>
		<description><![CDATA[At last a guy has taken the time to write this all down
Finally,the guys&#8217; side of the story.
(Imust admit, it&#8217;s pretty good.)
We always hear &#8216;the rules&#8217;
From the female side.
Now here are the rules from the male side.
These are our rules!
Please note.. these are all numbered &#8216;1 &#8216;
ON PURPOSE!
1.   Men are NOT mind readers.
1. Learn to [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=dmiller40.wordpress.com&blog=4011916&post=61&subd=dmiller40&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://dmiller40.wordpress.com/2008/08/25/the-man-rules/</link>
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		<title>Bad Day?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[On your way home from work, stop at your pharmacy and go to the thermometer section and purchase a rectal thermometer made by Johnson &#38; Johnson
Be very sure you get this brand. When you get home, lock your doors, draw the curtains and disconnect the phone so you will
not be disturbed.
Change into very comfortable clothing [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=dmiller40.wordpress.com&blog=4011916&post=59&subd=dmiller40&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://dmiller40.wordpress.com/2008/08/21/bad-day/</link>
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		<title>Walmart Greeter</title>
		<description><![CDATA[A loud, unattractive, mean-looking woman walked into Wal-Mart with two
kids, yelling obscenities at them all the way through the entrance.
The Wal-Mart greeter said pleasantly, &#8216;Good morning, and welcome to
Wal-Mart. Nice looking children you have there, are they twins?&#8217;
The loud woman stopped yelling and said, &#8216;Hell no, they ain&#8217;t. The oldest
one&#8217;s 9, and the other one&#8217;s [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=dmiller40.wordpress.com&blog=4011916&post=57&subd=dmiller40&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://dmiller40.wordpress.com/2008/08/20/walmart-greeter/</link>
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		<title>A frickin&#8217; elephant!</title>
		<description><![CDATA[My         five-year old students are learning to read.
Yesterday         one of them pointed at a picture in a zoo book and said,  &#8216;Look at this!  It&#8217;s a         frickin&#8217; elephant!&#8217;
I took a [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=dmiller40.wordpress.com&blog=4011916&post=55&subd=dmiller40&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://dmiller40.wordpress.com/2008/08/14/a-frickin-elephant/</link>
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		<title>Give up Wine?</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I was walking down the street when I was accosted by a particularly dirty and shabby-looking homeless woman who asked me  for a couple of dollars for dinner.  
I took out my wallet, got out ten dollars and asked,  &#8216;If I give you this  money, will you buy wine with it [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=dmiller40.wordpress.com&blog=4011916&post=53&subd=dmiller40&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://dmiller40.wordpress.com/2008/08/13/give-up-wine/</link>
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		<title>YDGTMY Chili</title>
		<description><![CDATA[I went grocery shopping recently while not being altogether sure that said course of action was a wise one. You see, the previous evening I had prepared and consumed a massive quantity of my patented &#8220;You&#8217;re definitely going to mess yourself&#8221; chili.
Tasty stuff, albeit hot to the point of being painful, which comes with a [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=dmiller40.wordpress.com&blog=4011916&post=51&subd=dmiller40&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
		<link>http://dmiller40.wordpress.com/2008/08/11/ydgtmy-chili/</link>
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