Better Late Than Never

I do realize I am terrible about keeping this thing continuously updated. I will try to do better about thinking of it. Until then, just think of it as you winning the lottery. You never know that day that you check it, might just be the same day I post after weeks of nothingness!!

I have something special for my 2 viewers that have been waiting in eager anticipation.

Welcome To Nashville from Katlin Miller on Vimeo.

Occupational Hazard

So, is it bad when you see a street sign that says "Seven Springs" that all you read is "Steven Spielberg"? Guess that is what seeking a profession in film does to ya.

Wouldn't We All?

I do not intend to share youtube videos about pointless funny moments, but could not stand to pass this up. This would def happen to me as an interviewer. Don't forget to note the seriousness of the topic of conversation considering the lady in the wheelchair...

Happy Halloween

For all ages, shapes, sizes, and species...

Bit O' Politics

What would this blog be like if I didnt spice it up a little with some political insight. I believe this next statement is about all you need to hear. Things will change alright...

If Barack Obama applied for a job with the FBI or the Secret Service, he would be disqualified because of his past association with William Ayers, a known terrorist. And yet, he is heading for the highest office in the land.

If Obama is elected President he would not pass the security screening to be his own body guard.

End of Story. Happy Voting everyone.

Who Are You?

So if you know me at all, you know that I am bad with names and now faces. I will meet the same person three or four times introducing myself saying, "I dont believe we have met before." The stories go on and on and on again about how I forgot someone's name and was slapped, rejected, boldfaced turned from, and the typical rolling of the eyes. But the most recent and embarrassing story lies here in Nashville.

I am in a new town, meeting new friends, and looking for a new job. I can start new and fresd and don't have to be known as, Katlin - the guy who wont remember your name. But au contraire (word of the blog). In walks the main character Dustin, scene goes as follows:

Jamie: Hey, Katlin. Meet our friend Dustin.
Katlin: Hey, nice to meet you.

(Later that evening, like 10 minutes)

Katlin: Curtis, do you want anything to drink.
Dustin: Um, its Dustin.

(Later that SAME evening, like 30 min)

Katlin: Curtis, which one do you want to watch?
All: It's Dustin!!

(Just a few days later at a party)
(Dustin walks up to Katlin for the first time at the party)

Dustin: Katlin! (Followed by a huge hand slap)
Katlin: Cole!!
(Awkward exchange of looks)
Dustin: No, it's Curtis!
Katlin: Oh, yeah Curtis!! What's up!! (oblivious to the obvious sarcasm)
Dustin: No, for real, its Dustin...

God of This City

Sorry this has not been updated in a while. On the move to Nashville next weekend. Busy working construction and put this video together for you to check out!

Africa - God of This City from Katlin Miller on Vimeo.

The Chandler

So I have to take at least one of these blogs to brag on my boy Matt Chandler. He is a pastor from The Village church in Texas. You most definitely need to check out his podcast. I listen to him faithfully and never get enough. He truly has changed areas of my life. I have grown so much in the past couple of years from listening to him speak. I can go on and on about how great of a speaker and pastor I think he is, but is a small piece of one of his sermons that struck me the other day.

The Lord's favor is a peculiar thing, is it not?  Like, if we talked honestly and openly, most of us would have a very difficult time with the reality that there's this real deep pleasure in the heart of God for us right now.  It's not a stretch for us to believe that God loves us in the future, because we're going to do better, aren't we?  I heard this illustration, and I loved it.  What if you knew that in order for your kid to not fall over anymore but be able to run free and strong, he was going to have to fall down fifteen times—I mean horrific, fifteen—I mean—bam—like blood, teeth, ear fell off—I mean, bad.  Fifteen times he was going to fall and bust, but then after that fifteenth time, he'd never fall again.  I think two things would occur every time he fell.  One would be 

the hurt of the fall, but the second thing would be a joy in knowing, “Only fourteen more.  Only thirteen more.  Only twelve more.  Only one more year.  Only three more years.  Only one more fall.” The favor of the Lord.  

You see, the thing that's driving all of our doing instead of being is when you strip away all of our correct language, we still don't believe that God loves us because of the cross of Jesus Christ and the shed blood.  We haven't by faith embraced that.  We can embrace that God loves, but God loves those who do well.  Isn't that what we really believe?  Not that God loves us right now.  But most of us don't buy that.  Honestly, most of us believe that we've got to do these things in order for there to be any real pleasure of God in us.  We've got to read our Bible daily.  And we've got to pray every day, and we've got to do that and do this and we’ve got to do these things and that's how we get the Lord's favor, by being a good Christian, which biblically there's no definition of.  There can't be a definition of that,  because either by faith you've embraced the righteousness of Christ, or you haven't.  

And that's why you're seeing so many men and women here in Dallas who we're baptizing who get in the water with this testimony: “I grew up in church, and then I walked away.  I didn't know the gospel.  I’m back.”  I mean, probably 80% of the people that we've baptized over the last five years have got in the water with that testimony.  “I grew up in church.  I never knew the gospel.  I knew quiet time.  I knew, 'Don't cuss.'  I knew, 'Don't go see Terminator 2.  It will mess up your mind.  Garbage in, garbage out.'  I knew, 'Don't listen to secular music.'  That's what I knew.  Nobody told me about imparted righteousness.”  Easy to press in and love a God who you believe has an infinite amount of pleasure in you.  

If my daughter thinks I'm angry at her, do you know what she does?  She hides.  But if she knows she going to walk in the room and I'm going to be like, “Look at that!  Get a camera!”  If she knows that there's going to be this implicit joy in me when I see her, then she wants to sit by me.  She wants to sit on my lap.  She wants to tell me about her day. She wants to walk with me.  Do you think that's some kind of a coincidence, or do you think maybe God's trying to communicate something? I know—narrow is the path, and few get it.  It's frustrating. 

So Auburn decided to finally acknowledge me for all my accomplishments and hard work. Although I am not a big fan of the football team, I accepted this honor on the field at last weeks game. 

If you look closely you can see me at the top of the "T" on about the 48 yd line. It only lasted a few minutes, but thats about all the time I would want my name to appear on this field if it had to, haha. 

I guess they got wind of my stunning career in LA or just realized how cool of a guy I was on campus. I only spent 2 1/2 years there, but this must of been there gesture to pay me back for all those hours I wasted talking to Mary Martin Hall (Office of Admin and Loans).  Or maybe they were making up for having me park so far away or ride my bike in the cold rainy weather. Or maybe it was those 2 hours I just HAD TO HAVE in order to graduate, so I took bowling. But most likely it was there way of lessing the terror of the big fat bill they slapped me with in order to obtain a piece of paper that is now useless to me. 

Don't get me wrong, I LOVED my experience!! The friends and classmates that I found will never be replaced. The stories and memories are endless. I would not have traded it for the world. The campus is beautiful and it offers any student an amazing college experience. The institution...well... its Auburn for ya.

Pressure?

Can superman be any better? The Gators truly have a gift amongst them. I could go on and on about the greatness of Tebow, but he speaks for himself, and will be around much longer to prove it.

Enjoy:

Tim Tebow: The strong, the proud, the brave, the quick, the humble...

Don't We All..

So this old couple in their 80's or 90's walked into the gym today. She had a cane and casual/conservative clothes and he was wearing his old man slacks and button down short sleeve shirt. Both with grey hair. They walked hand and hand all the way to the machine next to me. I hated to stare, but his eyes never left her. 

He helped her onto the leg extension machine and they both started figuring out the adjustments together. He triple checked that she had the correct weights to lift and placed her hands and feet where they needed to go. 

Then he just stood right beside her with his hands in his pockets, watching diligently as she did each extension. After some time she was finished, he helped her off, then they walked hand and hand to the next machine to continue her morning workout.

It was so hard to take my eyes off of them. I pray for that kind of love everyday. 

Touchdown!

So football season is just around the corner! I am pumped. It reminds me of the time I played football for GHS back when I was a freshman in high school...

It was a cool, crisp, Fall night. GHS was ahead by... enough. Coach 

decided to start rotating his second, third, fourth... strings onto the field. It was my time to shine! I will never forget the way he said, "Miller, you're in." because I happened to forget everything else, "Blah blah tight end blah blah run a blah blah even number blah blah bird blah blah and send blah blah blah".

I walk out in awe of the crowd that surrounded me. They were scarce and cheerless. It wasn't what I had always dream of, but still

 pretty cool. As I am turning in circles with my eyes up, I hear "MILLER!" and run to the middle of the huddle. I am already embarrassed. My goal is just to fit in, clap, and break. 

It was a good plan until viciously thrown off course by the words, "Miller, did coach tell you the play?" My heart sank, I looked around at all my colleagues, then said what my father, the preacher in the stands, would be proud of, "No! He told Bater (the other 'not first string wide receiver/tight end that ran 

on the field w/ me)". Bater, confused and under pressure just stood there 

and stuttered. Pretending to save the day (that I justruined) I said, "Come on Bater, I even heard coach tell you that we should run a 28... wings right... fly widespread.... pattern." Feeling like Smalls in the movie the Sandlot after he asked who Baby Ruthie was, I looked at the QB. He gave me a strange look and said, "Ok, break!" I was relieved. 

I hesitantly make my way to the line, trying to find a spot where needed. It was at this point that I remembered I was not playing my usual wide receiver position, but rather a tight end... that blocked. I found my place across from big, hairy, tough, growling, sweaty, black (not that it matters, but it kind of does) guy. I did my three point stance, the one thing I did remember how to do. I think the QB hiked the ball and the whistle was blown. Bater was offsides. 

We regrouped, broke, and went back to the line. Just as the QB 

hiked the ball I shot off the line, with such power, just in time to meet big, hairy, tough, growling, sweaty, black (not that it matters, but it kind of does) guy in the middle. He expectedly overcame me, BUT I pulled him to the right, creating the perfect hole for our QB to run through and score a 40 yard TOUCHDOWN! 

Yes, I must say that it was all because of me. He actually came back and thanked me. We reviewed the tapes later and coach pointed out my triumphant block that lead into a TD noting something like every position on the team is vital. Then!... i quit, at the end of the season of course. I guess I just wanted to go out with a bang, ya know.

Performance Enhancing Drugs

WICHITA, Kan. — A Kansas burglar apparently likes to be clean — but isn't so good about clean getaways.

Police in Wichita said it appears a man broke into a house Friday night to wash his clothes but fled in boxers, with his jeans still in the washer.

Here's what happened: A woman reported that she returned home, found her basement laundry room in disarray and went upstairs to call her husband.

That's when a man wearing only blue boxer shorts came upstairs, grabbed her purse and ran out the door.

Police Sgt. Diane Varnell said the woman chased him and recovered her purse, but the burglar is still on the loose.

Varnell said it appears the man simply needed to wash his clothes.

This raises three questions for me:

1. Does the burglar not was his underwear?

2. Does this man have nothing better to do on a Friday night then wash only his jeans in someone else's washer?

3. The woman chased him down and recovered her purse? (see title)?

I would have loved to see this half naked guy running through the neighborhood w/ a purse in hand get beat down by a woman who feels it only necessary to take the purse, probably hit him over the head, and walk away. Somewhere this pantless, purseless man is still wondering the streets. Lets pray.

Stop Motion

So my friend commonly known as Biscuet and I created had some free time on our hands. Being the productive young gentlemen that we are, we decided to create a few stop motion films for anyone's viewing pleasure. This is only the beginning of something big. I don't know what, considering he will be in China for the next 2 and 1/2 years, but something big indeed. Hope you enjoy.

Procrastinating form packing...

So I decided to start treating this like any other blog. I just cannot come up with fun crazy stories any more and have too many other things I would like to say and do with this page. There will still be stories, but also other interesting facts or questions. I kind of hit rock bottom with my x-terra story, haha.

So I am FINALLY ALL FINISHED WITH COLLEGE! I was walking out of the Haley Center today with my head up after turning in my 40 PAGE research paper. When I got in my car, my recently new closet favorite song was playing: Leavin by the ever so popular Jesse McCartney, haha. It was almost perfect.... cause i was.... leavin.... yeah.

I want to keep this short, just wanted to inform you of the change. Take of a look at the short film I just produced. It is something small and off the cuff. I took a couple hours of shooting and a day of editing. The challenge was to get it all in one shot, at the perfect time of day, with friends (not actors), and no dialogue. Hope you enjoy.

A Boy and His Car...

Last summer I was forced to leave my X-terra for three months. This was a huge deal in our relationship, considering we had never been more than 3 weeks apart. But the Lord had called me to go work at the JH Ranch and my car did not feel the same. Before I left I tried to do everything to make sure it was well taken care of. Tried to part it under the tree so it wouldn't get too wet in the rain and too hot in the sun. Tried to make sure it was nice and clean cause I knew it would be another 3 months before it's next bath. Tried to make sure neither of my reckless brothers would drive it, sorry. And lastly made sure my mom would take it out for a spin every once in a while.

So the weeks went by. I would call home and check on it. Prayed for it. Thought about it on long walks. I even received a picture of it, among others, around my birthday. To my knowledge we were getting by just fine.

Towards the end of the summer my mom calls and tell me the most peculiar thing is happening to it. As she would drive it around town it would honk randomly. She would just be sitting at a red light and "beep" or driving down Bailey Cove and "beep". This was not a one time occurrence. I immediately knew it missed me terribly and received a "you're crazy" from my mom on the end of the line. The worst part is that there was nothing I could do about it. I knew that nothing would suffice unless I was there touching it.

It got worse...

I received the call that they had to take it into the shop. My dad had no idea what had gone wrong with it, which is unusual. It had just pooped out. The mechanic said something about the computer inside it dieing. For those of you that don't know, thats a piece of his heart. At that point mine sank. I was eagerly waiting the results of the surgery the next few days. What was a boy supposed to do w/out his car? Well besides walk, bike, carpool, bus, train, subway, scooter, moped, skateboard, and of course fly.

The results were in and it had survived without complication! I flew home a few days later to embrace it in a moment of surreal bliss. To this day I have never heard it randomly honk...

Ice Protest

::Disclaimer::

This actually happened to me, but idea of story from comedian.

This just in. Ice is now banning together to make a difference. Yes friends, believe it or not, ice communicates.
All I wanted yesterday was one ice cube from the bottom of my liquid-less, ice-filled cup. So naturally I put the cup to my lips and tilt upwards. Now, against all laws of physics the ice just stayed in place. It was as if the chief ice cube was telling everyone to hold their positions until otherwise informed.

I tilt more. "HOLD!"
More. "HOLD!!"
More. "HOLD!!!"
Then with the slightest tap of my finger, "RELEASE!!"


All of the ice comes rushing towards me at once. Slamming into my face, they make a statement. Ice is not to be taking advantage of. It works until the point of death to keep your drink cool. At the unlikely event that it survives until the end of your drink you either chomp it down in the act of murder or dispose of it and leave it to die. This all hit me about the same time as the ice. How could we be so heartless?

BTW, you gotta check out the intro to this website now that its July, I laughed so hard!

The Tack A-Tack

So I am sitting at my desk, minding my own business when all of the sudden I notice that my left hand had a problem with the tack sitting on my desk and proceeds to knock it off. Feeling sorry for the tack, I decide to look for it. I turn my chair...move my left foot over...and it descends directly on the upright tack. I lift my foot in agony and proceed to displace it from my left foot with my right hand.

It was about this time that I started leaning forward and lose balance, having been sitting on the edge of my seat. With my left hand clung to my left foot, I proceed to stop my body from falling by bracing my self with my right hand to my right knee (you can try to reenact this at home). Keep in mind that this vicious tack is still in my right hand. You guessed it, I stab myself in the right knee. At this point I am beginning to believe that the tack planned this maneuver from the beginning. I threw it away as an example to all the others scheming up ideas. I don't know what he said to my left hand to provoke it to knock him off the desk, but I now keep them separated. These guys got too much time on their hands.

Btw, from what I believe, you do not have to subscribe to leave a comment. So there you have it. Enough said...

The Feeble Fan

Within this 100+ year old house, there resides a 100+ year old fan. It has claimed my bedroom as its resting spot. Though partially functional, it holds its ceiling. This tri-speed fan moans and groans with each pull of the string. It takes a good yank and some consoling to perform its other task of not only lighting the room, but propelling the fan blades.


Today I wanted to turn the fan from medium to off. Two good yanks should do the trick, as always. Though today was not like any other day. Today was to be remembered.

With the first pull to send it into low speed came this horrific sound. It was as if the feeble fan was talking to me saying, "You decide to mess with me now? After all this whole week of medium speed? Pull it again and see what happens!"

Me, not speaking feeble fan language, shrugged and pulled it again. At this point the fan lets out a, "No, you didn't!!" and proceeds to let its light fixture fall from its body. At this point I jump/dive out of the way (keeping in mind to protect my broke as a joke collar bone) in sheer terror.

As I roll over to survey the damage, I notice that the lights only dropped 4 inches from the fan and were hanging by their electrical cords. The feeble fan had made a permanent statement.

I no longer will touch that disgruntled, feeble fan. I don't even like to look at it anymore. We are not on speaking terms, nor have we ever been. It continues to stand its ceiling in its resting spot in my room.

Katlin, why are you doing this to yourself?

So I decided to start this BLOG (not even sure what that word means) to share perhaps some stories of interest with my viewers. The BLOG will not include, but not exclude, stories about my life, friends, family, residence, blah, blah, BLOG. I just wish to share some mildly entertaining narratives of how the world coMEs to lIfe through these eyes. Add it to your list and allow it sweep your away occasionally.

DISCLAIMER: Kids don't try this at home, but maybe outside.

P.S. This is not a pic of me...may he rest in peace...